“Letter from King Orfin Maledread II to his son, Prince Luthor Maledread
Dear son
Have despatched royal assassin squad to deliver your headless corpse to my feet, that I may show it to all as example of defiance. Take care on the bloodbowl field, I would not be deprived of satisfaction.
King Orfin Maledread II
Letter from Queen Marietta Maledread to Prince Luthor Maledread
Dear son
That's nice dear. be sure to bring me back something nice from your day trip. Deadly nightshade, or arsenik, would be lovely.
Love Queenie
Letter from Prince Luthor Maledread to King Orfin Maledread II
Dear Father
Thank you for your kind words. Please note I have filed them away under 'I'll have revenge for that too' when I stand over your steaming corpse. I was especially pleased to hear your fortunes had reversed when the Dwarves beat you back at the Fangelhorn mountains.
Back to matters pending. This was a terrible game, despite the result you see. the opposing coach was laboriously slow - slower than a limbless Dwarf slave dragging a coal wagon through a sea of treacle. Painful, utterly so. Every turn was like watching slow motion as time slowed, often to a halt, and I took great pleasure in ramming 5 touchdowns down his throat. I failed to score more only because I lost patience and tried to hurt his sloths instead, so must suffice with five.
When the referee turned a blind eye, it was the invitation I needed to exact vengeance on his sloth and tardiness, but unfortunately my flimsy Royal Guard had limped off injured before I could make my numbers count.
All in all, satisfying, painful to play through and a sure 'Black List' entry for my opponent, and I suggest all other coaches, until his lesson be learnt.
My Blades march on, though I fear not as well as hoped - I must take a back seat in future games that my team may capitalise on my opponents misfortune and improve, lest I be an island of skill in a sea of steaming dross.
At least one of us is upholding the family honour father.
All the best, mind what you eat, you never know what's in it...
Luthor
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Joking, fluff and game notes aside, MayorAzote is an awful coach to play against. Took ages, long absences from keyboard, when he was there his turns were very very slow. I tried to be patience but it wears thin after a while. Not recommended.”
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Dear son
Have despatched royal assassin squad to deliver your headless corpse to my feet, that I may show it to all as example of defiance. Take care on the bloodbowl field, I would not be deprived of satisfaction.
King Orfin Maledread II
Letter from Queen Marietta Maledread to Prince Luthor Maledread
Dear son
That's nice dear. be sure to bring me back something nice from your day trip. Deadly nightshade, or arsenik, would be lovely.
Love Queenie
Letter from Prince Luthor Maledread to King Orfin Maledread II
Dear Father
Thank you for your kind words. Please note I have filed them away under 'I'll have revenge for that too' when I stand over your steaming corpse. I was especially pleased to hear your fortunes had reversed when the Dwarves beat you back at the Fangelhorn mountains.
Back to matters pending. This was a terrible game, despite the result you see. the opposing coach was laboriously slow - slower than a limbless Dwarf slave dragging a coal wagon through a sea of treacle. Painful, utterly so. Every turn was like watching slow motion as time slowed, often to a halt, and I took great pleasure in ramming 5 touchdowns down his throat. I failed to score more only because I lost patience and tried to hurt his sloths instead, so must suffice with five.
When the referee turned a blind eye, it was the invitation I needed to exact vengeance on his sloth and tardiness, but unfortunately my flimsy Royal Guard had limped off injured before I could make my numbers count.
All in all, satisfying, painful to play through and a sure 'Black List' entry for my opponent, and I suggest all other coaches, until his lesson be learnt.
My Blades march on, though I fear not as well as hoped - I must take a back seat in future games that my team may capitalise on my opponents misfortune and improve, lest I be an island of skill in a sea of steaming dross.
At least one of us is upholding the family honour father.
All the best, mind what you eat, you never know what's in it...
Luthor
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Joking, fluff and game notes aside, MayorAzote is an awful coach to play against. Took ages, long absences from keyboard, when he was there his turns were very very slow. I tried to be patience but it wears thin after a while. Not recommended.”