The wind cuts in and tide pulls out as Banshee stands on the bridge of the ship, the salty wind lashing his eyes, set on the horizon, where two worlds meet, and the ocean merges into the sky, so much it's impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

The waning Moon is a bright scythe, dominating the clear sky, where countless stars stare on our world, like eyes hanging in the void.

In the moonlight the Screamer stands, hands pressed on his forehead - that damn concussion again, and the wind just makes it worse. But a sublter, deeper pain afflicts the Legend's soul... is it... fear?

A voice breaks the silence
'Your head again? - It's Dexter's, the team assistant for fouls - How is it doing?'

'Hurts like hell, but still better than your knee... I could hear it creaking from the other end of the sea' Banshee replies.

Dexter breaks into a laugh 'Yeah, we all took out beatings... but I remeber delivering some, too'.

The two Screamers exchange a fellow-feeling look, then silence falls upon them again.

'What's up with you, Banshee? - Dexter abruptly asks in a worried tone - You're acting weird... what are doing here all alone, why aren't you having your fun with the other guys below deck?'

Banshee takes a moment to collect his thoughts 'You see, there? - he points towards the horizon - There lies our destiny.'

'Cut the shit, man - Dexter is back to is usual jerky attitude - What's this "our destiny" thing?'

'It's death - Banshee coldly replies - we're all gonna die there. We're not ready to take a major! - now his tone is overheated - We're all beaten up, we can't stand the fight! I... I don't know why the coach got us into this stuff!'

Dexter smiles 'Have I ever told you about The First Banshee? - Banshee the second shakes his head - Well, listen carefully then. When the team first started, it was nothing more than a wandering freak show. Went around to play games, get a living out of it, no ambition, just pleasing the crowd with elfball and elfblood. But Banshee, well he was different; he wanted something more and with time he really made us look like a real team. He drove us all to our best. Then, the darkest day came, no-one expected this, and we were shattered. I was there that day and I can tell you every single one of us thought we were going to retire. But then something happened, coach read us Banshee's last words and there everything changed. Banshee passed his spirit to us, he passed his dreams. But it's to you that he passed his mask, remember that next time you wear it.'

A long moment of silence falls again.

'Exhuming the past again? - Coach Uedder Street's voice cuts through the night - Enough with this, let the spirit of deads roam free in the stars, may their scream be heard.'

The coach approaches Banshee, staring into his eyes 'I understand how you feel, I really do. We all wish we could leap forever and forever win, but that's not our fate. Our time here is limited, and you and me, Dexter, we're all gonna die, is it by a failed sprint, a well-laid boot, an instant deasease or even just time alone. All that really matters is what we did with our time here. Why do you play bloodbowl, Banshee?'

Banshee shakes his head, out of words.

'We do not just play 'cause it's fun or for fame or money. Maybe some others do, but not us. We live and play to prove ourselves, that's our legacy. To prove that BloodBowl is not just about numbers and stats and all, but it's about passion, about our dreams. And you can really prove yourself only in a Major. Would you rather die in some sandlot? The world is full of skilled elves nobody really cares about, why? 'Cause they didn't really prove themselves.'

Coach Street stops a moment to give Banshee the time to assimilate his words.

'I understand your fears and I won't push you, but with or without you, we're going to the Warpstone Open. I'll tell you one last thing, the same thing I told the others while you were here overthinking yourself: you have to die tonight. Prepare yourself: talk to the stars, listen to the sea, scream to the moon. Do what you need to, like it's your last night on Earth. Do that and you'll rise stronger; for like the Sun needs to set before it dawns, you need to die to rebirth. That's what Banshee thaught me. Now, Are you with us?'

A long pause follows, only the whispering wind carrying the sound of the waves as Banshee looks at the magical star-splanged sky.

'Well - Banshee's eyes meet the ones of Uedder Street, a deep flame bursting within as a smile widens in his face - I guess tonight is a good night to die'.

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Get ready Warpstone Open! The Screamers are coming...

(Guess we'll lose in the first game as always :P)