“Northward we snuck in the pouring rain, no Skaven coach likes to wash. But what's this? Marauders of Chaos, with two giants and ... an Elf? Some sort of pact no doubt. They demanded bloodbowl for passage, little suspecting it was our speciality.

A little rusty on positioning, our line work soon gave up skulls to a Troll, and more skulls soon after saw them away easily with our ball, hobs falling to the crowd and their giants alike. Theokoles smashed the offending Elf with his own face, but there was to be no stopping their score with just three free hobs standing.

The next go was better, the Troll down, and four through a good gap, but Castus stole the coach's attentions and the catch was dropped by Crixus. They covered and covered well, with our brave hobs simply falling over themselves trying to get free. Still, 0-1 at the half, we've won from worse spots.

Eight for the half though, six before we could blink? That'll be tough. Auctus dragged down their Minotaur the hard way and we had a shot at the Elf again, not to be but the pass was loose, good enough, Castus to Gannicus and ... he fell on the sprint, shame. Three left, we pressed them as we could, but stumbled again and again in their web of Marauders, Dagan dying to it. With the pressure finally off, they eventually completed a pass and finally scored again.

We put on a final show as we could, Theokoles feeling more skilled from it, but we've been turned back. Southward again, and after this match an Apothecary is offering service and we'll take it. We are all free hobs, but some may be more free than others it seems.”