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2015-03-16 11:45:27
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OWCC Entry 1
The Foul Peak Crawlers: Skaven team in the Kislev Conference of the OWCC League
Entry 1 - March 16, 2015
Leilond the "One eyed old one" observed the band of rats under the peak.
Fluxake the Scared looked at him: "Coach... well... they're big... have you seen thos Greenskins that call themselves 'Black'?"
Leilond talked aloud, so that every one can ear: "Look at this!" said pointing his missing eye, "It was exactly one of them to make this... but during a war, not a game"
Stilythe the Ghost: "Run, run, run"
Leilond: "Do not stay in front of them... flee, run, dodge and if you can't, stay down and hope not to be fouled. Remember the team phrase: 'Flee today to fight tomorrow'."
Stilythe the Ghost: "Run, run, run". Stilythe eye was lost in his immaginary world
Transure the captain: "'r' you saying we have to lose because of our fear?", said while playing with the ball
Leilond: "Hell no! I'm saying that being smashed out of the pitch isn't a way of winning the game"
Remose the Headspliteter was respected, and huge to be a skaven. When he stood up, and start talking, all the rats, except for Stilythe stopped what they was doing and listened: "We here to fight, and yes, I don't forget that in our first match, someone of us died... we knew this could happen"
Stilythe the Ghost: "Run, run, run"
Chiramute Warpeaten: "Easy for you to say, you're not on the LOS. Give me that blood bowl suite and let me stay in the back!"
Remose turn to watch the linerat, and everyone thought it was going to be a brawl, and a dead linerat: "You will fall exausted in the middle of the first half, if you keep this" said pointing with his finger to his suite, on the ground. "It's not a present from your mum for my services! I gained it throught fight, skilling, and training"
Leilond: "Stop all this, NOW!" the old Moulder beastmaster voice was like a thunder; his fights in the orc war was legendary, and none in the team wanted to taste his whip, that in the past was used to train ratogres
Stilythe the Ghost smiled crazly: "Run, run, run"
Transure went mad at Stilythe and thrown the ball whit all his strenght in his face. The Gutter Runner catched it with is right hand, looked at it... "The baaaaall!" said like a human baby in front of a birthday present.
Leilond: "Now, listen to me all of you skum! I hate Kislev, like everyone. It's cold, and the men are hard and not easy to kill for gold, I know all of this crap. If we want to go to Bretonnia or Albion, and feed on the beloved nobility gold, we need to do good here, in this damn piece of ice"
Transure the captain went to Stilythe and took the ball from him, while the runner watched the thrower waiting to recive another pass. The captain said: "Do you think we can win the conference?"
Leilond: "I don't know... pheraps not this season. Our first goal, this time, is to survive, and train, and become enought skilled to win the conference, pheraps next season"
Jumbinrot the Ratsmasher: "I didn't joined the OWCC to stay here in Kislev and watch other races win!!!"
Leilond: "You're the scummest of the scum! Did I said that? We have to survive, and train, and if we see the right opportunity, win. But if you run into a bounch of Black Orc, we'll end smashed and without enought money to buy new equipement and pay new players... and we'll stay in Kislev for years... or worse, we'll be forced to go back to Foul Peak!"
Leilond went forward and backword, in front of his tent: "Flee today to fight tomorrow rats. I fled a lot during the Orc war... and EVERY RAT know WHO won the decisive battle and kept Foul Peak for his race!!!"
Stilythe the Ghost eyes followed the ball that went up and down in the hands of the The captain like a baby watching his beloved toy. The Thrower looked the sky, exasperated: "Here you are you dumb!" and throw another 'missile' the Gutter Runner, that jumped on his right and catched it, crazy smiling
Stilythe the Ghost: "Run, run, run"
Some of the rats, smiled... some laughted. Leilond was satisfied... this was his occasion, he could become famous again, even without an eye, half the nose and a ear. All depended on those damn rats and they're understanding of the phrase:
Flee today to fight tomorrow
---- END OF ENTRY ----
Entry 1 - March 16, 2015
Leilond the "One eyed old one" observed the band of rats under the peak.
Fluxake the Scared looked at him: "Coach... well... they're big... have you seen thos Greenskins that call themselves 'Black'?"
Leilond talked aloud, so that every one can ear: "Look at this!" said pointing his missing eye, "It was exactly one of them to make this... but during a war, not a game"
Stilythe the Ghost: "Run, run, run"
Leilond: "Do not stay in front of them... flee, run, dodge and if you can't, stay down and hope not to be fouled. Remember the team phrase: 'Flee today to fight tomorrow'."
Stilythe the Ghost: "Run, run, run". Stilythe eye was lost in his immaginary world
Transure the captain: "'r' you saying we have to lose because of our fear?", said while playing with the ball
Leilond: "Hell no! I'm saying that being smashed out of the pitch isn't a way of winning the game"
Remose the Headspliteter was respected, and huge to be a skaven. When he stood up, and start talking, all the rats, except for Stilythe stopped what they was doing and listened: "We here to fight, and yes, I don't forget that in our first match, someone of us died... we knew this could happen"
Stilythe the Ghost: "Run, run, run"
Chiramute Warpeaten: "Easy for you to say, you're not on the LOS. Give me that blood bowl suite and let me stay in the back!"
Remose turn to watch the linerat, and everyone thought it was going to be a brawl, and a dead linerat: "You will fall exausted in the middle of the first half, if you keep this" said pointing with his finger to his suite, on the ground. "It's not a present from your mum for my services! I gained it throught fight, skilling, and training"
Leilond: "Stop all this, NOW!" the old Moulder beastmaster voice was like a thunder; his fights in the orc war was legendary, and none in the team wanted to taste his whip, that in the past was used to train ratogres
Stilythe the Ghost smiled crazly: "Run, run, run"
Transure went mad at Stilythe and thrown the ball whit all his strenght in his face. The Gutter Runner catched it with is right hand, looked at it... "The baaaaall!" said like a human baby in front of a birthday present.
Leilond: "Now, listen to me all of you skum! I hate Kislev, like everyone. It's cold, and the men are hard and not easy to kill for gold, I know all of this crap. If we want to go to Bretonnia or Albion, and feed on the beloved nobility gold, we need to do good here, in this damn piece of ice"
Transure the captain went to Stilythe and took the ball from him, while the runner watched the thrower waiting to recive another pass. The captain said: "Do you think we can win the conference?"
Leilond: "I don't know... pheraps not this season. Our first goal, this time, is to survive, and train, and become enought skilled to win the conference, pheraps next season"
Jumbinrot the Ratsmasher: "I didn't joined the OWCC to stay here in Kislev and watch other races win!!!"
Leilond: "You're the scummest of the scum! Did I said that? We have to survive, and train, and if we see the right opportunity, win. But if you run into a bounch of Black Orc, we'll end smashed and without enought money to buy new equipement and pay new players... and we'll stay in Kislev for years... or worse, we'll be forced to go back to Foul Peak!"
Leilond went forward and backword, in front of his tent: "Flee today to fight tomorrow rats. I fled a lot during the Orc war... and EVERY RAT know WHO won the decisive battle and kept Foul Peak for his race!!!"
Stilythe the Ghost eyes followed the ball that went up and down in the hands of the The captain like a baby watching his beloved toy. The Thrower looked the sky, exasperated: "Here you are you dumb!" and throw another 'missile' the Gutter Runner, that jumped on his right and catched it, crazy smiling
Stilythe the Ghost: "Run, run, run"
Some of the rats, smiled... some laughted. Leilond was satisfied... this was his occasion, he could become famous again, even without an eye, half the nose and a ear. All depended on those damn rats and they're understanding of the phrase:
Flee today to fight tomorrow
---- END OF ENTRY ----
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