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Evil Green Machine
Roster [X] Orc

We Crush Skulls!
We Crush Skulls!

If you are nasty to us
We will crush your skull!
If you are nice to us
We will crush your skull!

We Crush Skulls!
We Crush Skulls!

We are the Evil Green Machine
We will cut out your spleen!
We want to pound your head
We'd sooner you were dead!

In the foresaken region Nhorhzum many years ago a Dark Ruler called Erkezash held sway over the land. He commanded a vast army of bloodthirsty orcs who ravaged the land of all things true and just. For many years Nhorhzum was a dark and desperate place as the iron grip of the Dark Lord was unbreakable.
Then on a brisk winter night a small group of hooded travellers, of various sizes passed relatively unoticed into Nhorhzum, and to a little tavern called The Bloody Jaw. As the mysterious band entered the inn many patrons spotted them and became frightened. The tallest figure strode to the bar and spoke in a low growl to the barkeep. Those nearby could not hear what he said completely although they did hear the name of Harat Arador uttered. The barkeep pointed a stubby finger skywards and the cloaked gathering moved upstairs.
They entered a room upstairs where sat, waiting as if he knew they were coming was Harat Arador. Arador spoke once the room had settled. "So it is to you that the prophecy will be told. Well I pray that it is not wasted on weak or fragile hearts." Arador looked directly into tallest figures shadowed face. Nobody spoke.
Arador sighed at the disappointment of receiving no reply and yet showed no fear for himself. He had lived in fear all his life and this new group of mysterious, dark figures could not plunge him further into fear. "Lets begin," he said and he stood up and spread his arms.
"This being the 12th day of the 12th month of the 12th year since the slaying of Tarlol Thror, it falls upon me, as the only direct descendent of the true ruler of Nhorhzum the Great Cader Arador to make the prophecy concerning the evil one Erkezash." Harat Arador looked skywards and then began to shake, slowly at first and then uncontrolably. His face became twisted and bathed in a mysterious light and then he began to mutter in a strange language. Then he seemed to twitch violently and become embodied by another being who had now taken control of Arador. He looked at the room in a steady glare. "In Seven years, seven months and seven days from this day the Dark Ruler will be at his weakest and it is on this day only that he can be defeated." Arador then collapsed but before he hit the floor he was caught by the leader of the hooded figures, who had lept forward and thrown off his cloak. "Harat Arador, fear not my brother! Your words have not fallen on weak or fragile hearts but on strong and just ones! I pledge to you on this day that I will remain strong and return in seven years from now to rid the world forever of this evil! And if I somehow fall before then I will make sure that my young son will follow in my quest. I am Henrik Altdorf, the third warden of the Barren Lands and the Seventh Ruler of Morrowind and I swear to you this prophecy shall be fulfilled!"

From that fateful day the land of Nhorhzum became more barren and the strength of Erkezash increased steadily. Then seven years, seven months and seven days from the day of the prophecy a vast army of men and dwarves marched into Nhorhzum. The Dark Lord laughed a bloody, throaty cackle when he heard this news from a Goblin messenger. His might was unmatched and his mallice was beyond that of any mortal. He was unbeatable. He ordered the Goblin to fetch his battle armour and he would destroy this uprising personally.

As Erkezash strode out onto the battlefield, with his orcish hoardes baying for blood behind him he let out a cold, evil grin. He would enjoy this battle greatly as he always enjoyed killling. He glanced across at the opposing army of men and dwarves and saw the banner of Morrowind fluttering in the wind. His eyes thinned and his brow furrowed. Morrowind here? he thought. He rasped upwards at a Goblin lookout sat in a high battle tower. "Who leads the opposing army?" bit Erkezash. The lookout scanned the ranks of the mass of soldiers. "I seeze a littl' man wit a big beard an' a large axe." Erkezash laughed easier and spat disdainfully on the muddy ground. "Is that all?" he called up to the lookout. "No, I can also seeze a tall man wit a silver helmet and a gold breastplate." "Gah!" Erkezash spat on the ground again but this time he wasn't grinning. "Henrik Altdorf, you are indeed most foolish..."

Henrik Altdorf stood there with the wind blowing in his face and his hand grasping his sword. The day had finally come. He looked a little older than that day seven years ago and yet he was also a little wiser. He knelt down and said a silent prayer. This was the day and Henrik knew that fate had led him this far. He heard the Dwarven Heralding Horn blown and he strode forward and addressed his army. Henrik stood proud and bold before his men and the dwarves and commanded respect from all of them.
"Today is the day we meet fate and call its bluff!" the soldiers laughed, betraying their nerves. "We all have lives and many of us plan to return to them after this bloody day is passed. Then take heart my brothers for OUR VICTORY HAS BEEN FORETOLD!!" Henrik thrust his sword into the air and was met with deafening cheers.

As the two forces smashed into each other and the battle ensued the men and dwarves fought with a vigour that has rarely been matched. The greater force of the orcs was somehow not overpowering Henrik's army. Blood spilt and men died but the Orcish hoardes were being soundly defeated. Erkezash thrust forward onto the field of battle in desperation. How could this be happening to him? He wielded his snake blade and decapitated a man who fell onto the field. Out from the fighting hoardes strode Henrik dark orcish blood on his blade. "ERKEZASH!" he growled at the top of his voice. "THIS IS IT FOR YOU!" Erkezash smiled another evil grin but did not look his usual confident self. "You are wasting your time Henrik, I will crush you and then I will murder your wife and son." Henrik looked down on the crouching Dark Lord and grasped his sword in both hands. "MAY YOU SUFFER IN THE AFTERLIFE AS YOU HAVE MADE OTHERS SUFFER IN THIS ONE." Henrik Altdorf charged forward and thrust his sword into Erkezash. The blade sank deeply into Erkezash dark heart and he let out a sickly moan before falling lifeless at Henriks feet.

From that moment the battle was won and even the orcs knew it once they saw their leader slain. Nhorhzum was restored to the care of Harat Arador who was now old and yet still capable. The land had been freed of its evil master on the day of the famous battle of Nhorhzum.

However some orcs did survive. Some orcs did not run into hiding. Some await their Dark masters return to them....
New Team Page Beta
Player Ma St Ag Av Skills Inj G Cp Td It Cs Mvp SPP Cost  
1
grakadeg
Black Orc Blocker
4 4 2 9   0 0 0 0 0 0 0/6 80k
(80)k
  
2
uglygrot
Black Orc Blocker
4 4 2 9   0 0 0 0 0 0 0/6 80k
(80)k
  
3
Swampcrusher
Black Orc Blocker
4 4 2 9
Block, Guard
   24 0 0 0 3 4 26/31 120k
(128)k
  
4
Darkstomper
Black Orc Blocker
4 4 2 9
Block, Guard
   21 0 0 0 5 2 20/31 120k
(128)k
  
5
Darkcrusher
Blitzer
6 3 2 9
Block
Guard, Stand Firm
 -ag, m 18 0 2 0 2 2 20/31 130k
(0)k
  
6
Rotbringer
Blitzer
6 3 3 9
Block
Guard, Mighty Blow
   24 0 4 0 4 0 20/31 120k
(133)k
  
7
Darkscream II
Thrower
5 3 3 8
Pass, Sure Hands
Block
   6 0 2 0 0 0 6/16 90k
(105)k
  
8
Helldirge
Lineman
5 3 3 9
Block
   23 0 2 0 2 1 15/16 70k
(70)k
  
9
Bloodfist
Lineman
5 3 3 8
Guard, Side Step, Block
 -av 24 2 2 0 2 4 32/51 130k
(123)k
  
10
Plaguedirge
Blitzer
6 3 3 9
Block
Guard, Mighty Blow
   23 0 4 0 4 2 30/31 120k
(133)k
  
11
Nightsnapper
Blitzer
6 3 3 9
Block
   12 0 0 0 1 0 2/6 80k
(80)k
  
12
Little Rot
Goblin
5 2 3 7
Dodge, Right Stuff, Stunty
Block
 -ma, m 24 0 1 0 1 1 10/16 70k
(0)k
  
13
Cuush
Troll
4 5 1 9
Always Hungry, Big Guy, Mighty Blow, Really Stupid, Regenerate, Throw Team Mate
Block
   16 0 0 0 0 3 15/16 130k
(105)k
  
14
Skullscream
Thrower
5 3 3 8
Pass, Sure Hands
Block
   10 3 2 0 1 0 11/16 90k
(105)k
  
12 players (+2 players missing next game)  
Coach: Mr__Wizard Re-Rolls (120k): 5  
Race: Orc Fan Factor: 11  
Current Team Value: 0k Assistant Coaches: 1  
Treasury: 15k Cheerleaders: 0  
Team Value: 1700k Apothecary: Yes  

Games Played:24 (13/3/8) |TD Diff:6 (29 - 23) |Cas Diff:18 (25/17/6 - 15/11/4)
Last Opponent: Hidden Agenda