A large, stinking skaven with a black blinkers poked his head out of the warren hole and had the moonlight illuminated his dank, silver-grey coat and jagged off white teeth. he sniffed, then sniffed a second time. "smell-smell man-things!" It barked horsely in a voice that sounded like the rat was coughing from having to smell an ogre's jockstrap. it was the sort of voice that if you heard on a human you'd think he had been smoking for 300 years.

The rat poked itself out of the hole more and looked around before crawling out and standing. "See no things" it spoke back towards the hole as the brown skaven Tikkid pulled herself out.

"Sittak do good-good, we find-find manthing food." The female skaven ordered as a small group of 8 goblins crawled out of the hole and followed the rat duo. the goblins didn't look happy to be there, they knew ether the rats or the humans would kill them and were physcally shaking as they held their weapons made of shards of metal and sticks.

Sittak rose to his full height from sniffing the ground, before approaching the subject on it's mind. "why Tikkid save Slave-things from Maxill, Tikkid slave-thing lover?" it asked teasingly snickering to itself.

Tikkid snarled lightly and glared at the other rat. "If kill all Slave-things none left to slave!" she explained snappily. the grey rat nodded lightly, it understood now, not just her intentions but the fact if he carried on pushing there he might end up not needing his blinkers. dropping onto all fours he ran ahead, behind a huge boulder. it wasn't long before there was the sound of splintering wood.

by the time Tikkid and the small group of goblins made it over they found what was making the noise. Sittak had found a couple of crates and was ripping them open, one held clothes and the other held some food stuffs, a few jars and a bit of cheese and fish.

The female skaven smiled, then lifted the crate of food that seemed to have fallen off a carriage and forced it onto a group of four goblins. "slave things take back food, rest stay!" she barked. then started pulling at the clothes, they were purple jerseys and some sort of helmet. Tikkid lifted the helmet and tried it on.

Sittak turned to the female skaven and snickered again. "Nice Helm-hat" then he noticed something else in with the jerseys, a brown egg, he turned it lightly and lifted it out, smelling it. then he found a small book and lifted it out. "bloodbowl for trolls" he read off the front with a little trouble, he was one of the better readers in greyback, but that wasn't saying much since only the 6 skaven rulers were able to read at all.

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Many hours later after several repeated failures, mostly from reading the book upside down, the Skaven had set up what might possibly (if you'd recently had severe head trauma) be called a bloodbowl team, there were several goblins in a blue uniform and the skaven in the purple ones with a few goblins on their side and a troll.

the uniforms looked okay on the skaven, they clashed with several coats but it didn't look terrible. on the other hand the goblins and troll looked less so. the troll was wearing an ogre's helm, which drifted around on his much more pointed head, and an ogres jersey, which was slightly loose and ripped in several places from the trolls pointed warpstone crystal wounds.
the goblins were the worst though. those that had helmets, seemed to disappear beneath them and their jerseys were like dresses, they looked very silly and were even finding it hard to run.

other than that the game was going well, a terrified goblin on the sidelines had been forced into holding the book and the two "cards" they had made with blood and . . .a yellow colour respectively and some card to make the called for ref's equipment.

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it had been only half of this game and 6 goblins were crushed by the rats and their troll. the score was now closing on 2-1, the one being because the rats had forgotten the ball in their glee of killing and a goblin had snuck passed. Far from being beaten up he was switched onto the rats team and treated almost right, they actually called him by his name. Skots had been very pleased at this. they never gave him the ball and took it off him as soon as possible when he did get it, but it was a start.

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the first half of the game proved to be the more brutal, but the goblins began to use their agility to slip passed the rats, trying to survive, rolling as best they could with punches until they weren't being smashed completely to pieces. with the game eventually finishing 4-1

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this game had caught on with the rats, underbowl was becoming a weekly thing, but however they were running out of goblins to smash, only four along with Skots had proven to be of any skill at all to the point they actually survived even with the rat's team. so once again their attention turned to the "tomb of the game" as it had become quite a relic the passed 6 months.

As the keeper of the book Sittak read from it again, all the way through. to the rat's disappointment they found nothing, not the slightest hint of how to get more opponents for their new obsession. however this time reading something that Sittak had thought just the back page (for it had been blank on the side he saw and at the end of the book) fell out onto the floor. Soko, one of the more eager of the rats, and the youngest picked it up.

"Cee-bebiel" It squeaked, reading the page with some difficulty. Soko was the smallest skaven and rust red in colour, with no mane and slight of build. she, for it was a she, though it was hard to tell. She was also the cleanest and most alert, with a nice coat and always seeming interested. The Skaven didn't match this so much, she was rather stupid and just spent most of her time preening.

Sittak took the paper and read it. "It say-say tournament" he read from where Soko had finished, reading the smaller print. "say-say time for tournament, say-say can apply for play ball-ball!" he read growing excited, it told them where to apply to join and that they would be able to play once a week like they wanted. "there prize-prize of shiny!" he continued, pointing to the picture of a cup on it, there was no denying, it was shiny.

There was much joy and it didn't take long before it was decided, the Outcasts were playing bloodbowl!