“Predictably, the Archers of Avelon checked into Tilean Treasures, the most expensive tavern in the region. With the match scheduled to occur in two days, the team had time to rest and recover from the beating they had taken earlier in the week.

Once settled, Corbis led Kondor to their rendezvous with Coach Arturidas near a refuse pile in the Fish District. As arranged, Corbis provided large flask filled with glowing warpstone wine. The skaven coach twitched involuntarily from time to time as he outlined the details of the match to come. Once the conditions were arranged, Kondor tipped his hat to his fellow coach and returned to the tavern.

As appointed, when the sun set two days later, the Archer team met Arturidas at the refuse pile. He pointed to an open sewer grate a few yards away indicating that they should enter. The proud high elves began to protest and refused to enter the odiferous tunnel.

Kondor looked at Revwe and seemed to almost beg. “Revwe, Please lead the Archers to the match.”

She looked at the crew and beckoned them to follow then stepped into the covert. The Archers sat stunned for a moment until they hear her voice beckon. “Let’s go! We have a game to play.”

The others continued to grumble but begrudgingly followed. Coach Arturidas lead them consistently downhill in what seemed to be a mostly right handed gradual spiral. Once they intersected with a larger tunnel the turning ceased but they continued to descend. Eventually they could hear crowd noise in the distance and they knew the game was afoot.

Abruptly Arturidas took a right turn down a little used tunnel and soon opened the door to what was obviously a locker room. There are three matches today, and yours will be the main event. Get ready and then follow the tunnel at the back of the room. It will take you to box seats overlooking the stadium. It is early in the first match and if you hurry, you can spectate.

Once Arturidas left, the Archers dressed and went to their assigned box seats. When they stepped into the room, they were awed by the spectacle. This was the grand stadium of the Undertillea. The cavern was larger than Avelon Stadium and equaled any place they had ever played. Goblins, dark elves, skaven, orcs, trolls, and unnamed underworld denizens crowded the stands and bellowed for blood.

On the field, a pair of hapless goblin teams provided the expected entertainment. Bombs exploded, saws sliced and a pair of fanatics ran into each other and strangled themselves with balls and chains. It was indeed great fun.

The second game of the trio featured two young teams. A witch elf squad battled a team from Clan Moulder. The fans were rabid. Witches, Slaves, and even a rat ogre were pushed into the murderous hands of the fans who lined the pitch. Still it was clear that the agility of the elves that remained would be sufficient to win the match.

Once the second game ended the Archers were called down to the field. They took the pitch to a resounding chorus of boos. There is a saying that no one likes an elf and the thousands of fans made that fact abundantly clear.

The Archers were nervous, but Revwe tried to calm them. “Our safety outside of the game has been insured. If we survive the match and the fans on the sidelines, everyone will make it back to the tavern for frit and wine. Just play the beautiful game and watch each other’s backs.”

The team Arturidas brought to the field was rightly named the Company of Terror. Claws and tentacles sprouted from a troll. A pair of skaven blitzer sported gripping claws that helped with tackling but could also easily rend armor. Every night goblin seemed to giggle as it sharpened the spikes on it stompers.

Kydeth rushed to a beverage merchant in one corner of the endzone and after a little haggling returned with a couple of kegs of bloodweiser. If the stuff was the real deal, it would be brewed in a troll still and bottled with a little warpstone. It would help regenerate some minor wounds and heal minor injuries in moments.

Nienna looked at the situation and laide out a quick game plan. “It looks like they are kicking to us. Score as late in the half as we can and then we play for a steal in the second half. Basic High Elf game strategy 101.”

That is exactly how the game went with only a few hiccups. Early in the first half as Revwe tried to fend off Balonazos the savage bit her hand cracking bones. Unfortunately, the bloodweiser was not enough to fix the damage. A kick in the mid-section from Bosquimano put the rookie Ecaeris on the next to Revwe. Kydeth scored near the end of the half but the elves were outgunned in the second half. They were simply unable to prevent the equalizing score.

After taking more than 50 blocks and 9 fouls the game finally ended in a well-earned draw. Coach Arturidas brought a contingent of fully armored storm vermin to surround the field as the game came to a close. As promised, the dozen elves were escorted to the changing room and then back to their tavern.

Arturidas seemed happy with the draw. The stadium had been filled and elves had been broken. He spoke to Kondor before they parted ways. “Come back next time you are in Tilea. Everyone hates an elf and the fans will line up to watch us crush them. This will be a very profitable arrangement.”

Kondor handed Arturidas a complimentary bag of green powdery snuff. “Agreed. The outcome was acceptable. Once the elves lick their wounds they will want a rematch. Good luck in your next game. May Nuffle favor La Compañia del Terror.
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