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Match Result · League division
Match recorded on 2021-03-05 20:03:01
TV 2250k+50k Wood Elf (CIBBL)
1
Winnings 70k
0k Spectators
-1 Dedicated Fans
Casualties 1/0/0
Inducements: 1 bloodweiser keg
Araby (CIBBL) TV 2300k
1
30k Winnings
Spectators 1k
Fanfactor -1
4/0/0 Casualties
Inducements:
Player Performances
 
 
comp
cas
def
int
td
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
#1
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1
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1
6
11
-
2
5
-
#2
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-
-
-
-
-
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11
-
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4
-
#3
-
-
-
-
-
-
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16
-
-
6
-
#4
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
8
-
-
-
-
#5
1
-
-
-
-
-
1
9
5
6
-
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#6
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-
-
-
-
-
-
16
-
-
1
-
#7
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-
-
-
1
-
3
14
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7
2
-
#8
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
16
-
-
-
-
#10
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-
-
-
-
-
-
7
-
-
1
-
#11
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-
-
-
-
-
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2
-
-
1
-
#12
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-
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-
-
-
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8
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10
-
-
#15
1
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-
-
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1
9
4
11
1
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#16
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-
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11
-
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2
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TOTALS
2
1
-
-
1
1
11
138
9
36
23
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CIBBL - Y7, Autumn - Silver Division: round 3:

Timaris Stormwing, the Meddlers’ head coach, reflected upon the wood elves’ last game with mixed feelings. Having scored three touchdowns without winning the game had been a disappointment. Nimodel’s failed one-turner attempt stranding on the endzone line had also left a sour aftertaste. Even more so considering he’d almost broken his neck in the effort and had to miss the current game. While the film of last game passed before his eyes, Mereia, the Meddlers’ assistant-coach, entered the room. “Hi coach”, she started, leaving the door open behind her once she’d entered. “Brooding as usual, are we?”, she continued. “Close that door if you will”, Timaris responded, ignoring her opening remark. “So, what do you think of the Nejaz Djinn?”, Mereia continued while turning her back to Timaris, closing the door of the room. Meanwhile Timaris kept staring in front of him, his hands clasped together and still lost in thoughts. When realizing he wouldn’t answer her question, Mereia offered her own answer. “The Djinn are a one-trick pony”, she explained while taking the liberty pouring herself a glass of martini. “Get rid of the Sheikh and the game is ours”. And with that simple truth she picked up her glass, turned back towards the door, and left Timaris to his daemons.

The day of the game Timaris wore his usual green cape, which offered adequate protection against autumn’s chill. He installed himself in the middle of the Meddlers’ bench. Mereia was already there, unusually early for her doing. She was sat in her favorite corner, wearing a tank-top shirt despite the cold breeze and a pair of black leather fingerless gloves. In her hand she held a glass of martini, filled to the rim. “I can see you’re ready fort he game”, Timaris addressed her with a slightly raised eyebrow before sitting down himself. “I sure am boss”, Mereia replied with a broad smile, revealing her full lips. “Why don’t you grab a seat and let’s watch some bloodbowl!”.

At that moment the referee blew his whistle and the game started in a pouring rain. The Meddlers started kicking and lost Alandrian in the first block of the game. “Game’s over for him before it even began”, Timaris commented while he installed himself on the bench between the reserve players. The Nejaz Djinn’s sheikh picked up the ball and started moving forwards. The wood elves tried to get between the half-cage and the screen, which half worked. In turn two Ethandril smelled an opportunity and leapt in to do his stip ball trick. After a short prayer to Loec the wardancer knocked the ball out of the hands of the legendary sheikh. Syrabeth followed her brother and tried to pick up the ball, but the rain had made it slippery and she let it slide out of her hands. Next turn the sheikh recovered the ball, only to lose it once more to Ethandril one turn later. “He sure is determined today”, Mereia said, while sipping from her martini. She had lowered her shades to get a better view at the action through the deluge. This time Hauclir followed and the mighty thrower secured the ball.

The elves tried advancing into the Djinn’s half of the field while screening Hauclir. With several elves knocked out and others pinned down at various spots of the field that was easier said than done. Eventually Gildor snaked a dodge, leaving Hauclir open to harm. “Dammit”, Timaris cursed, “there goes our steal”. The next moment an opposing brute knocked Hauclir in the face and off the pitch. Isilvar’s skull was fractured by a dervish mere seconds later. It’s always the same story, you snake a dodge and as a reward your players get removed next turn. Luckily the apothecary intervened and made sure Isilvar’s career wasn’t over yet.

With only 5 elves left, and a treeman that had knocked himself over a mile away from the action, Ethandril still held on. For the third time he knocked the ball free from the sheikh, wrestling him down to the pitch. It was all for naught though, since the ball remained surrounded by enemy Djinns. Next turn the ball was easily picked up again and eventually the sheikh scored the opening touchdown in turn eight: 1-0 for the Nejaz Djinn. With three sidesteppers on the line of scrimmage it wouldn’t be easy to score a oneturner. But with the grabbing help of Belboth Bluebark, Keira was brought in position. Her attempt stranded one square before the endline with a failed dodge, knocking herself out. “Dammit”, Timaris repeated himself. “Too bad, indeed”, Mereia responded, adjusting her cap backwards and finishing her glass. “It will have to happen in the second half, then”, she continued as she passed Timaris on her way for a refill.

The Meddlers opened the second half ferociously, removing three players in the opening turn. “Looks like your little sacrifice to Lilith has worked”, Mereia grinned evilly to an unsuspecting Timaris. Three elves were sent deep for an early score, but the rain prevented Hauclir to pick up the ball. Worse, it allowed the Djinn to put two tackle zones on the ball. The Meddlers recovered it, but couldn’t protect it from the sheikh, who leapt in and knocked down Syrabeth. Suddenly there were three tackle zones on the ball while the rain kept pouring down from the sky. When Thelion snaked a dodge the situation started to look hopeless. Mereia noticed Timaris’ lower cheek started spasming again, but decided not to say anything.

Meanwhile on the pitch the sheikh stole the ball and carried it away. With Ethandril being badly hurt a turn earlier, it now fell to Syrabeth to show her skill. She gracefully moved in and stripped the ball out of the hands of the sheikh. “Not again”, the Djinn’s team captain’s thoughts were written on his forehead. Then Hauclir moved in, recovered the ball, and badly hurted himself while dodging out. From the corner of her eye Mereia noticed that Timaris was close to a new nervous breakdown. His jaw was clenched, his eyes staring out in front, focusing nowhere in particular. Mereia moved towards her head-coach and offered him her glass of martini. Timaris accepted it gladly and without looking emptied the half-filled glass in a single swallow. He closed his eyes and sniffed the cold air as if waking from a bad dream. “That helped”, was his sole reaction.

On the pitch Syrabeth managed once more to kick the ball out of the sheikh’s hands – for the fifth time this game, is this a record? – but Gildor couldn’t capitalize and dropped the ball because of the rain. The ball landed on the Meddlers’ endzone, where it was waiting for the sheikh to be picked up again. And then Nuffle hit the Djinns, causing the sheikh to snake his dodge! Syrabeth didn’t hesitate and jumped towards the ball, snatched it up and prepared to lob it towards Isilvar who was waiting midfield. Alas, the throw was fumbled. Now three dervishes moved in to protect the ball. By now time had come to put all remaining faith into Belboth Bluebark, who managed to shove one dervish out of the way. Syrabeth leapt in to recover the ball, but the rain had made it too slippery. She got knocked out one turn later. Belboth repeated his effort once more though, clearing the road for Thelion, who picked up the ball and managed to throw it into the hands of Isilvar, who ran in the equalizer! The last turn of the game wouldn’t change anything anymore.

The rain caused no less than four failed pick-ups for the elves this game, but in the end the Meddlers turned an almost guaranteed loss into a draw. Stealing the ball 5 times wasn't enough to win. More mixed feelings...
Player Performances
 
 
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#1
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1
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4
16
6
26
3
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#2
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1
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-
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2
16
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7
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#3
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16
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7
1
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#4
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1
4
16
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6
-
#5
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1
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2
16
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9
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#6
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1
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2
16
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7
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#7
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1
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2
16
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5
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#8
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-
-
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9
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3
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#9
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3
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1
#10
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2
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#11
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9
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1
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#12
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6
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1
1
#14
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1
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#16
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1
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1
 
TOTALS
1
4
-
-
1
1
16
143
6
33
43
3
 
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