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<b> Hang Eleven </b> Chapter 0 <p align=left> The wind was picking up and the waves were crashing against the sand in a fury of surf. It was looking set to become an angry day, but Robert Robsson was perfectly calm – mostly, it has to be said, thanks to the eight large tankards of “Abertory’s Finest” honey mead he’d polished of in the previous two hours. He was drowning his sorrows. And was doing it pretty successfully. “Cancelled”, he said. “Can you believe it? An entire league, wiped away, just like that.” He waved his arm for emphasis and tumbled helplessly off his stool and onto the sand. The tall, bronzed elf standing beside him reached down and hauled him back onto the seat, without ever taking his eyes off the rolling waves. “My finest team ever,” Robsson continued. “Or at least they would have been if they’d been allowed to continue. Twenty-two games and they still had a wining record. And there were some real stars in there as well. Some of those boys were headed for the big time, I can tell you.” The elf nodded but said nothing. “Still, that’s all in the past. I’m finished with Bloodbowl now. I gave it my whole life and it chewed me up and spat me out without even a thank you or a pension. From now on I intend to sit here and drink myself into an early grave, soaking up the sun and watching the waves.” “Waves”, muttered the elf. Suddenly, he grabbed the board which was wedged into the sand beside him and dashed off towards the sea. “My wave!” he bellowed, and he dived headlong into the water. A moment later he reappeared, lying flat on the board and paddling furiously out into the deeper water. A huge wave suddenly loomed up behind him and in one swift and graceful movement the elf was standing on the board, steering it along the beautiful blue length of the water as it grew and curled above him. “Surfing!” he bellowed as he reached the end of the wave and cut back, making his board dance up and down the face of the wave. He reached out and gently trailed one hand along the water beside him. Suddenly the wave crested and he was lost from sight, trapped inside a majestic dome of water. Robsson was sure he must have been swallowed up in the surf, but finally he emerged from the end of the tunnel and with one quick turn he came gliding back onto the sand. “Wow!” was all Robsson could say as the elf returned to his side. The elf shrugged. “Yeah, was okay.” The two of them watched as other surfers took to the waves, performing the same sort of tricks and moves as the tall elf had done just a few minutes before. It was incredible. Robsson had never seen anything like it. And then suddenly he was completely sober. “what’s you name, son?” he asked the elf. “Down here, they just call me Surf City.” “Well, Surf, how would you like to become extremely rich?” The elf laughed. “Dude, if I wanted to be rich I’d join a raiding party and go adventuring, not spend all day at the beach.” “Well, what about famous? How would you and some of the other guys like to display your skills in front of thousands of spectators, day after day? They would worship you, try to copy you, wear tunics with your face painted on them. “Would there be babes?” “As many as you can handle.” “And chariots?” “Sleeker, faster, more beautiful than you’ve ever seen before.” “And all we have to do is surf all day?” Robsson paused. But not for long. “It’s called land surfing. You do it on grass, mostly, and you pit your wits against a… a great surging wave of… of rival surfers, who are trying to make you look like constipated walruses. And instead of a board, you have a ball, but they sound almost the same, don’t they?” The elf looked sceptical. “Really? Even sleeker and faster than Windstrider Ferrari’s famous Threeoate?.” Robsson smiled. “Trust me. Now, how about you introduce me to some of your friends…” It was even better than Robsson had imagined. The surfers loved the idea of Bloodbowl and were so eager to get started they even set up an impromptu game on the sand to get into the swing of things. Surf City pointed out who he thought would be best at passing, at catching, at holding the line. Robsson felt the old flame burning inside him once more. Of course, he’d have to move from the forest, and he’d have to arrange as many matches as possible against costal teams, but these things were minor inconveniences. He was back. “Hey, Surf City. Who’s the big guy?” Surf City looked over to where a treeman was busy collecting up all the abandoned boards and stacking them inside a small hut. “Oh, that’s just Charlie, the board man. He likes to help out around the place, and he’s pretty handy when it comes to carrying the boards up and down the beach.” Robsson laughed. “Imagine, a treeman on a surf board. It would have to be a pretty big board.” Surf City shook his head. “Charlie don’t surf.” “But I bet he could wade through a wave of orcs fairly easily”, said Robsson. “You want Charlie on the squad? I dunno, he’s kinda spiritual, if you know what I mean. He’s not much into the whole violence thing.” “Well, if he can stand still, he’s got the job. Now all we need is a name for the team. Usually I choose the name of a famous ballad, but I’m not well up on the oceanic bards.” “Well”, said Surf City. “When you surf, if you can stand with all your toes over the front of the board it’s called hanging ten and it’s one of the coolest moves imaginable. So how about we call ourselves Hang Ten.” “Except Charlie makes eleven, not ten.” The coach and the wardancer looked at each other and smiled. “Hang Eleven” they said together. And so the next chapter in Coach Robsson’s career began. * * * * * You can read all the previous adventures of Coach Robsson and his hapless band of wood elves, starting here <a href=http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=team&op=view&team_id=634883>White Men in Black Suits</a> and continuing in each of their twenty-two match reports. </p> |
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Treeman
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2 | 6 | 1 | 10 | Loner, Mighty Blow, Stand Firm, Strong Arm, Take Root, Thick Skull, Throw Team-Mate Block |
15 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 5 | 0 | 10/ | 150k
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Thrower
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7 | 3 | 4 | 7 | Pass Accurate, Sure Hands |
13 | 17 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 24/ | 130k
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Lineman
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7 | 3 | 5 | 7 | +AG, Block |
15 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 1 | 3 | 25/ | 130k
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Wardancer
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7 | 3 | 4 | 7 | Block, Dodge, Leap Tackle, Jump Up |
-ma | 8 | 1 | 3 | 0 | 2 | 1 | 19/ | 160k
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Lineman
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7 | 3 | 4 | 7 | Block |
16 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 7/ | 90k
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Catcher
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8 | 2 | 4 | 7 | Catch, Dodge, Sprint Block |
7 | 1 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 10/ | 110k
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| Games Played: | 16 (4/2/10) | | | TD Diff: | -5 (24 - 29) | | | Cas Diff: | -14 (12/6/4 - 16/15/5) |
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