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I wasn't sure what thread to post this on so I'm just going to put it here.
It saddens me that there are not very many contributors to the Blood Bowl Page so probably noone will actually see this. For those of you who do enjoy and feel free to comment!
"A Story of Glory?"
In the shadows of the Urgash Mountains runs a small valley, a valleyfor many years unknown. One fateful day a party of Dwarfs traversing a ridge along Mount Thunderhead fell victim to a tremendous rockslide. Eleven Dwarfs survived the plummet and found themselves in the middle of this once unknown valley. It was a barren place with only a small filthy river parting it down the center. On either side of the river were two miles of fetid marsh with large rocks that seemed to be caves. These marshes were foul to all of the senses and made the Dwarfs long for their mountains high above the stench and their tunnels firm under foot unlike the oozing muck that they now stood in.
As the Dwarfs regained their composure they began to investigate this horrible landscape around them. It was then that they realized that they were not alone. From behind moldy hills, slick slime coated rocks, and fields of blue and orange mushrooms came a horde of Night Goblins. Never afraid of the puny little greenskins the Dwarfs prepared for battle. The horde had to outnumber the the bearded ones by five to one. Valiantly the Dwarfs battled, cleaving many a Night Goblin with ease.
As they began to tire the horde halted their assault. A new smell wafted through the air. A smell to make even the fetid marshes seem clean and fresh like a warm summer's eve. The Night Goblins parted leaving a wide berth for a troop of five River Trolls to enter the fray. The Dwarfs knew that they could not win but readied themselves for this new test with resolve. Just as they were to leap towards the vile Trolls a tremendous lightning bolt struck the marsh spraying muck and causing all actions to cease.
Standing on a large rock, smoking staff in hand, was a Night Goblin Shaman. A wizard of ill repute clad in traditional black, except for his hat. His hat stood tall, halh blue and half orange. The River Trolls were ordered back and the Shaman addressed the eleven Dwarfs. He would allow them to pass back to their mountainous homes if they would accept a challenge of sport. Those that survived a game of Blood Bowl against his tribal team "Running Scared" could return to the mountain from which they came.
The Dwarfs readily accepted the offer and Shaman Troo Grit finally had a team in which to test his virgin club. The new opponents were escorted rather rudelyto the Running Scared's new stadium, Moldy Meadows Field. The stadium was just like everything else in the valley. Putrid. The field was the same foul smelling muck and marsh grass with an occasional clump of tall reeds. The stands were thrown together pieces of rotten wood, more than likely pirated from some unsuspecting Empire or Brettonian village. What seats weren't wood were large rocks and poorly worked stone. The Dwarfs looked upon this in particular with great contempt. The stadium rapidly filled the hundreds of bellowing green things. There were mostly Nigh Goblins but also soe Snotlings, River Trolls, an occasional Orc, and a surprisingly large number of Savage Orcs. The Dwarfs could feel the stares of all of their beady red eyes.
In an instant the rumbling from the stands erupted into a cacophony of green skin noise. The WAAAAGH! had begun and the foul race of green was in a frenzy. Running Scared entered the stadium to the pounding of drums, blows of horns, and squeals of delight from their adoring fans. The Savage Orcs had traveled a great distance from the neighboring plains to see the inaugural game in the valley and seemed to cheer and chant even louder than the bellows from the River Trolls.
Running Scared seemed to be the usual offering for a Goblin Blood Bowl team. It consisted of fourteen rather shady looking Nigh Goblins and two very large River Trolls. The team was run by an Orc head coach, Beefy McSurly and an Orc apothecary, Dr. Feelzgood. The two teams readied themselves on the field and awaited word to play. Shaman Troo Grit joined by his faithful Snotling sidekick, Snivelpuss, took a position on the Gobbo's sideline. The first Blood Bowl game in the history of this unknown valley had begun.
The Dwarfs are a tough and persistent race and this band of eleven proved to be no different. With stubborn resolve they set to play. With much blocking and horrendous punishing hits the Dwarfs started a slow and steady march down the field. After a phenomenal blitzing move a Dwarf reached the End Zone! The score was one to zero. The Savage Orcs filled with frenzied rage began throwing their own feces onto the field.
Running Scared now had possession of the squigskin. Try as they may they could not get through the defiant Dwarven defense. In a last ditch effort, a River Troll picked up the Night Goblin with the ball to throw him down field. As the really stupid Troll lifted his teammate over his head he looked up, opened his mouth, and he must have been really hungry, because he ate his teammate!! The Dwarfs just played a game of ball control to run down the clock and keep the ball out of the hands of the shifty little green skins. Troo Grit's aggravation, which had been smoldering since the first Touch Down, was now too much to contain. He let loose a spell on a poor unsuspecting Long Beard and WHAMMO!!, he was turned into a frog! Immediately he was squished up between the toes of a River Troll who promptly sat down and began to lick his foot.
The game ended with a final score of one to nothing. The Dwarfs lost one playerand had to carry off another. Running Scared lost two players and carried off three. Troo grit was true to his word and set the Dwarfs free to return to the mountain and continue their journey. The fans disappointed at the loss were still pleased to see the carnage that is Blood Bowl and gave the bearded ones a standing ovation as they left the stadium. All except the Savage Orcs, they went back to the throwing of fecal matter.
That was the humble beginnigs of the Blood Bowl team Running Scared. They still play to this day. Not very well mind you, but they do play. Troo Grit and Beefy McSurly just won't give up. The surviving Dwarfs went on to share this tale throughout the remainder of their journey. It is due to this that the little valley with no name is now known as the Valley of Stench.
Not bad, not bad at all. :yes:Hehe, the thing is, I can see them doing it to :w00t:Savage Orcs filled with frenzied rage began throwing their own feces onto the field.
Good bit of fluff here mate, a fitting background for a blood bowl team
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It was a little something I did a while ago when I was obviously very bored. I must have had a really bored moment again because I typed the whole thing out for this post.
I wish Blood Bowl was a game that GW would push a little. It's a great way to introduce people to the hobby. It's essentially how I started. Fairly inexpensive, minimal models to paint, and just one heck of a fun game! Started with the box game and a Dwarf team-
(the Brewville Tappers). Now I've converted the Running Scared team. It is truly all Night Goblins and two River Trolls. Sadly due to lack of interest I haven't got them on the pitch yet. Maybe not lack of interest but lack of organization. Then GW in their infinite wisdom won't let us play in the store. "It's not a gane we sell." "It distracts people from the big three." Whatever. Maybe, just maybe it will atttract people to the big three like myself.
I now have 2 Blood Bowl teams, 3000pts of Orcs and Goblins, 2000pts of Chaos Slaanesh,
2500pts of Necrons, and 2000pts of Imperial Guard. I'd say that little insignifigant Blood Bowl game made them a hell of a lot of money from me! That's enough of my vent. Time to get ready to watch a full Sunday of the NFL! I love football!
As the Red Stripe Jamaican says, "Hooooray, Blood Bowl!"
I think that could be more due to the fact that they dont have the facilities.won't let us play in the store
I've kind of gone the other way, I started with 40k, and am now playing more and more specialist games. Which means I have to order through the UK
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