“Jakob Küchenmeister's journal, #4 entry:

Another day, another game on the Blood Bowl pitch. This time we visited the merciless slavers from the Dark Lands, the chaos dwarfs.
The Dark Land is said to be a desolate hot land, running with lava, so we were surprised to find cold weather and a frozen pitch.
We started on offense and the opponent held us up. When we finally saw the opportunity we switched sides and Crmbstealer handed off to Toemuncher, who ran into open territory near the siudeline. Sadly, one of the big hatted dwarfs could reach him with some spectacular skating skills and knocked him down. We managed to recover the ball, because most of their team was battling my wonderful masters or trying to step on snotlings. In the scrum Master Giantgut managed to stop the heart of a slaver with a an offhand blow, but to our dismay their apothecary rushed in and saved the bighat bastard. Tomuncher walked in for the TD.
Second half the weather warmed up and we saw a true miracle. After one of their bull centaurs fell on the line of scrimmage Master Gorefeast threw Skinscratcher deep into their half. Our little hero landed next to the would be ballcarrier hobgoblin, ran under his arms, scooped up the ball and made it to the endzone. What a play!
After that the angry fans lynched the referee for some reason.
The rest of the half the opponent tried to outflank us, but once again one of their bull centaurs failed-this time with the ball-in the blocking game and the half evolved into a brawl. With the ogres getting tired and thinking about post game festivities there were a lot of falling down done by them. The chaois dwrafs grew more and more frustrated, dispatching our players rapidly, crippling the puny Solebiter in the process. At the final whistle it was a victory for us.
Poor Solebiter was never seen again after the game, but I think I saw his skull lodged between Morgarr's teeth.
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