“To the wastelands of death we ride. "Nobody knows the way to Hell better than the dead."

To the tree of Woe for Biondi, who's niggling injury acts up, leaving us clawless against the hoards of undead! Thou wounds are nothing compared to the suffering you shall burden!

Hail to Blaze Darkness who's ineptness shall haunt the Charioteers no more! We celebrate your demise! Rot in Hell for all eternity!

Ram Shod, "and Hail to our leader, who fearlessly treks to hell below again. Whips to thy beasts! Speed with haste to our home! Let all who hate false bloodbowl tip thy wine goblet in his hon..."

DeMaio's carcass breaths again as the life force of the wood elf, Gobbo seaps out of his head, and into crushed body of the Charioteer. "My journey on the upperworld is not over Ram. I shall once again spread havoc! My ride shall never end! My courage limitless! Blood shall never dry upon the scythes of my wheels! Let us ride...up from Hell, to slay and be slain! Forevermore....our destiny....without question or pardon!"

The charioteers pack up and race off.

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