“They moved on seeking more death, and arrived in the land of the orcs. The greenskins spoke an unknown tongue to them, although the undead didn't comprehend what was said, they knew all too well the language of violence.

The stadium was once again filled with creatures of all races, expecting to see death and blood, they were not to be dissappointed. Even as the first ball was kicked into the overcast air the sickening sound of breaking bones echoed around the arena.

By now the team was used to the god's cursing the very armour made to protect them, instead it seemed more like a glass shell waiting to be fractured. players fell to the left and right, but still they came, refusing to stay down until that final sleep called to them.

As the sun set on the last few minutes Quince felled an orc lineman, Ceppoz, he crumpled in a heap, the orcs cheered as he rose up unfazed, and then a sombre silence fell upon them as they stared into his vacant eyes.

Ceppoz too, now prays for death”