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Trickey



Joined: Oct 10, 2018

Post   Posted: Nov 12, 2020 - 11:09 Reply with quote Back to top

Season 1 The Fox Hunt- Chapter 5 Mystery meat

Fox Meadows takes to the tunnel. “Lets go get them” Harold Crumpetarse says, running to the Orc's famous Beef cake stall.

“Harold focus on the game mate this could be ours”, Fox snorted. It was too late though Harold was busy stuffing the famous beef cakes in his mouth while the squad was setting up on attack. The whole week had been an interesting one without Enric there was a quiet harmony in the squad Travis Hotwing had almost said two words to Fox and Silus Rothorn had maybe smiled.

The Brutal Beef cakes had been having a middling season with a few too many players ending up in the morgue. They had certainly looked competitive and their own star quarterback Montana had gone on the record saying he would rip Fox’s head off himself “an send it back to the Shrinker”. The story about the sports psychologist had rumbled on through the Blackwater bugle them claiming it was against the league rules and the Commissioner Ramchop was said to be looking into it.

The Beefcakes kicked off and Fox was quick to pounce on the ball he sprinted deep into the back field patiently hoping his team would make a gap. To his surprise the squad were doing just that. Lucky the troll wa one of the first to go down taking a swift boot to the hip from Cornileus Velvetfoot leaving the poor brute maimed. Grifter hammered Big Tony into the ground and other orcs seemed to be being carted off. Fox sprinted up the side line and launched a perfect spiral to Travis Hotwing and he fended off the hit to score.

The squad went crazy. Fox grabbed Harold to hug his wee pal. Getting close to Harold though was difficult and the Halfling was slobbering intensely with blood round his mouth and a wild look in his eye. “Harold?” Fox queried, it was too late though Mad head screamed at the canteen staff t get into line, somehow the dwarf ending up in the catering sack rather than the dugout. This actually seemingly worked out well Madhead seemingly placing a hot dog in the refs hand just at the time he was marching Velvetfoot to the dungeon changing the officials mind.

The Mob lined up and Fox pushed hard but true to form Montana pounced on him and darkness came over Fox.

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Coming to Fox heard they were 2-0 up and Silus Rothorn had crossed the chalk. Lucius Lichenfeet was telling Fox how Harold had seemingly thrown the ball at Silus in some kind of anger fit.

Back on the defensive line the Madheads saw out the half. Fox went again to talk to Harold but he was just rocking in the corner of the changing room. “Whats wrong with him Lucius?” Fox inquired. “Buggered if I know lad Meat sweats? Lets get out there and win this!”
The halfling was right the game needed to be finished.

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With depleted personnel the Beefcakes again lined up aggressively and looked to pound the Mountain mob. Fox was quietly impressed by Jimmy the Hammer and Stanley Firebrand’s defence much as they hit the ground they continued to get up. This allowed the likes of Briskett when he wasn’t sniffing his own arse to move in on the ball carrier. Grifter worked in tandem with his adopted son to spill the ball from the Orcs. Again Fox found Hotwing in the open and knew he couldn't miss. 3-0.

It was Just looking too good and Madhead was happily hugging the vendors in the shack presumably thinking they were his assistants and players.

“One last big defensive drive” Rothorn said turning to Fox, “If I free the ball you can get it to Hotwing?” he asked.

“Count on it” Fox said, feeling confident.

The Orcs came out firing but luckily they got penned into the side of the pitch with all the usual big hitters tied up. Fox took matters into his own hand and sprinted up to smash Montana. He then went to get the ball but missed. Play moved round Fox and a real tight space saw Harold sprinting up with a crazed look in his eyes. He leapt into what only could be described as a flying spinning Head butt. Straight into the chin of Soprano the Blitzer with only 8 games to his name slumped to the floor lifeless.

Watching Fox now with the ball in his hand suddenly dropped it as the final whistle blew. “Harold” he screamed “What the Hell was in that beef cake.”

Harold seemed to be coming out of his frenzy the knock to his own head “Buggered if I know mate!”
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Trickey



Joined: Oct 10, 2018

Post   Posted: Nov 19, 2020 - 12:05 Reply with quote Back to top

Season 1 The Fox Hunt Chapter 6- Hello Darkness my old Freind

Indeed the day had just begun Fox thought to himself maybe the year maybe the season.... Who Knows? "What do reckon Harold?" Asked Fox.
"I'm Hungry" said Harold

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The Mad Heads Mob had been relegated to playing in the boot already not what had been expected by this squad of fine folk. Enric had pulled through this week's training fine but did not have the same cocky swagger that Fox had learnt to both hate and admire. He had certainly lost something? Though he seemed just as pacy his dexterity was somewhat impeded several times he dropped what seemed like an easy ball and slipped over on his feet. Grifter and the dwarves talked about his days being numbered they reckoned a decent dwarf could carry a neck injury but why was the blind fool Madhead hanging on to this filler? Fox almost felt sorry for him.

“Hey Fox I know we won last time but imagine the score now I am back!” Spat Enric during the morning stretch out. To think I almost felt sorry for him Fox internalised.

The Itsy Bitsy Locals were an interesting side also new to the league but certainly at the business end of the league and challenging for the Tickling play offs where Fox aspired to be whether the rest of the Mob wanted that who knows.

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“Right” said Madhead, “Bloody Simple int it. Smash em all in the damn mouth hit em hard and then Cornelious.” He paused to stare at the eager waif “hit em again, got me….”

“Iee” the team bellowed in unison.

“Out we go then” Said Madhead “oh not you Harold not you lets save you mate.”

A plan so Devilishly simple that Fox had nothing really to do with it. Perfect. The Locals kicked and Fox pounced on the ball sauntered forward and watched his line battering at the Dark elfs. Grifter especially eager to pound their faces into the ground sending one straight into the apocrathy bay. Velvetfoot did his job as well sneakily sticking his boot into the jaw of a felled dark elf.

“Did I say watch for the Blitzers and witch” Screamed Madhead gaining Fox’s attention

What he thought only to turn to have two dark elves bearing down on him to beat him to the ground and run in the score. 1-0.

They set up again and this time the Mob slowly worked it’s way up the pitch Fox thought he would hang a little deeper. Then Hotwing cut lose and the play was on. Fox tore down the field alluding the witch elf with his sheer pace. He shaped to throw then thought again. Maybe this is my score again. Again a crunch and…………………………..
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Fox awoke in an empty stadium the day light the autograph hunters (steady on-ed) all gone what the hell had happened. Harold was lying in a heap next to him.

“Oh well on to the boot my friend on to the boot” I guess he said to himself.
Trickey



Joined: Oct 10, 2018

Post   Posted: Dec 06, 2020 - 09:42 Reply with quote Back to top

Season 1 The Fox Hunt- Chapter 7 Hardy Sole! Yeh Right!

"Madhead are you sure this is the premier Competition in the Deserted Isles we seem o be surrounded by Snotling teams" Queried Fox.

"Listen ya bloody upstart it says right here the Hardy Sole is an illustrious prize teams rarely get to play for" Spat Mad head Magoo.

"Ok we aint played against anything like this before though what tips you got Madhead."

"Stay off the floor boy stay of the floor son stay of the floor." With those word Madhead walk to his coaching stool and the boys ran out.

"Don't worry Fox" Harold "I've got ya back mate."

The Snotlings certianily did not cut intimidating figures as the shambled on to he pitch though the Hulking Trolls and two rickety pump wagons would need to be avoided.

Also the wicked Alexa Rue was in the deep field lobbing noxious shrooms around the pitch.

They kicked deep and Fox quickly pounced on the ball and shaped to break down the side of the field. He smirked watching Cornelius slowly booting his way up the pitch before arguing with the referee as he was escorted off. It was enough to put him off and Brian Ellywicket came hurtling into the side of him crunching his ribs. He crawled over to the reserve box. Wincing through the pain he could hardly concentrate on the game.

Enric "The Flea" Stoolabaker came ripping into the changing rooms kicking the bucket of water across the small room.

"Bloody Snotlings Madhead! Snotlings I aint hanging around in you circus any me you hear me pal" He bellowed pointing his stubby finger into the blind dwarfs face. "Im out!" with that he stormed out the door before the rest of the Mob could arrive.

Madhead sat on his coaching stool an started a chuckle.

The Mob gathered round their coach and fox dragged himself along the to get a better view of the happenings.

Stanley Firebrand was the first to speak "Is it true, is Enric out?"

"Iee Lad he is out!" said Magoo

"What are we going to do?" Asked Harold.

"Well lad everyone knows Estalia is the place to go fishing this time of year lets go see what we find"

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Season 2- A Fox in the Hen House coming 2021
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