~*The Forrest of Noreturn*~
After my close friend <a href=http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=player&op=view&player_id=779355>Clumblar</a> (got the MVP) and the Witch <a href=http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=player&op=view&player_id=779361>Syluth</a> (2 td´s) died in our first borderclash with a Woodelf patrol, we decided to move deeper into that forrest... Revengeing our beloved friends!
That forrest was dark and not very friendly, it could feel us i know.
Long time ago i was born in such a forrest, living with such woodelfs we are now fighting against. But my blood was mixed, my mother got pregnant after a darkelf raid on our village. She was raped.
When i grew up the other elven kids always picked on me, i couldnt stand it. i made plans to escape, it seemed even my mother hated me. Then one moonless night i slipped through the fence into freedom.
Only a few moons later i met Khilan on his journey, i was happy that he didnt even ask for my race or tribe or village, so i joined his band.
Back to our journey, it was some how clear that the King of this forrest wont take a second beating. So we prepared ourselves, as good as 8 Elfes can. Then the first time we took a break, a Scout spoke to us, from the trees above: "Greetings Elfs, i got a message from the King of the Forrest: He is sorry about your tragic losses, but he asks you to turn around and leave this forrest at once. If you move deeper a whole brigade will be waiting..." *ssssshuhss* the leafes moved and then he was gone. We looked at Khilan, but he just said : "Im going to speak to that King myself ! grrr" Then we moved on, without saying any further words or makeing jokes like we used to. It was a heavy silence.
After a few more hours, we came to an open space between the Trees. I whispered to Khilan : "This must be a gathering place..."
We stepped right into the middle.
Khilan shouted : "HE WE ARE ! WERE IS YOUR BRIGADE ?"
Then the wind blew a stronge breeze, and lots and lots of elfs surrounded us.
Even some Trees started to move towards us, in the middle of them someone that could be identifyed as their King. But i was not sure.
"Brave you are Khilan of Azrathân, a noble name which is not heard to often in these woods. But why do you provoke us like that ?"
"My name is just Khilan, im fallen, banned from the town i once called my home... Because of a Witch that saved my life... and now she died here in this forrest, smashed by a gutless attack. What shall i tell my men, to turn around leaveing our beloved friends like that ?"
"I know your story Khilan, and so i am willing to offer a match that you might survive, on behalf of your noble blood, that still runs through your vains, im also sure you will accept it !..." his voice got loud and strong and clouds covered the sun as he spoke to us " You fight against a brigade of my men, there is no question that you will lose. But to get out here alive you need to score once. Otherwise this forrest will cover you for all times !"
"If this is a challenge i accept!" Khilan awnsered.
Then they took us to the arena of Trees.

~*Matches in the Forrest of Noreturn*~
May i introduce myself, my name is Tovyr, im from the forrest Khilan and his men got into. I could not believe my eyes as i saw them on our gathering square, standing there brave and proud.
The Match, of course, was a disaster for the "Hated Sons".
But somehow they really managed to score once, saveing their lives and their pride. But it was a total defeat, there was no question. khilan was not so stupid to arguee much as two game officials "Mnemon" and "Gorritakit" complained about that unfair match. They dont know much about honour, and how to stand for your fallen friends. Only "the rules" were important to them, the background of this crazyness was not interessting ...
They threatened both teams with retirement if anything like that would happen again.
Khilan just laughed into their faces, turning away from them.
He headed for the outskirts of these woods.
I had a strong longing to follow him, never before i saw that much grace and force in one and the same person, not with that aura he has.
First i follwed at a good distance, hiding myself. After a while i must have been incautious, because Eislin the thrower grabbed my shoulder pulling me on the ground, asking me what am i doing, if this is a dirty trick ? I told him, how much their actions impressed me and that i had to follow Khilan. Suddenly he smiled at me. He helped me up and brought me to the others. Khilan looked deep into my eyes and asked me if i wanted to follow him ? I awnsered : "Yes, i will follow you into death"
Just after i awnsered a young group of woodelfes squalled out of the bushes : "In the name of King Orion, you are not allowed to take anything out of these forrests, neither plants, animals, nor Elfs! Tovyr must stay here !" Uran called for our weapons, "protect Khilan !" he yelled
I dont know how, but suddenly we were fighting, again.
I was a close fight, but we finally lost it, only having time to escape... Noone was killed or injured on our side, they had a serious injury.

Now im traveling with them, waiting for our next adventure to come.

~*The Halfling Heights*~
Last night a group of wandering Elfs came to these Hills, some how i knew would have some trouble and somehow they got into big trouble.
It all began while Runik tried to bargain with the local inn owner about the prices for the rooms, they wanted to take for the night.
The Inn owner Dickinson, a fat and really ugly but rich Halfling, asked whether Khilan and his men wanted to play a match of Bloodbowl against the new local Hobbit team. If they win, they would not have to pay for the night. Running low on money and not thinking about the dirty hobbit trick that were waiting for them he accepted. he thought about Halflings, small, fat, slow and easy to hurt.