“The cup was out of reach, the bronze unlikely. The rats skuttled over to the Verminbowl dejected, even missing a chance to stab the coach in the back. Threats were being leveled if they didn't put up a fight after the pathetic showing against the hobgobs, and reminders of Fangsnapper's clawpack. The game looked to be a sordid afair.

The stadium was covered in snow when they arrived. Considering it was underground, the weather seemed unlikely but a small smelly rat wearing pestilens markings was seen to be running away with a bucket. Blistraknaw had no time to clear up, for the opposition were here.

The team was a powerful one, with monstrous beasts and small agile ones. They had one the season before playing the final game, and were everything the clawpack was not. They chose to recieve, and the game started.

After the usual removal on the line (fortunately a useless mercenary kidnapped to make up numbers) the beastmen showed their weakness. One of the gors rammed into Gratchitt so hard that they both went down. The rat, sensing an opportunity to disrupt their opponent's drive, chose to not wrestle his opponent down. Skwisk and Kratch spearheaded the charge through the gap left, setting up a huge amount of pressure for the Harbingers. Pressured on all sides, the chaotic creatures marked the rats before Shattertongue fumbled it.

An advantage was scented and Kratck, ignoring his team mates, blitzed through to grab the ball. He sprinted for all he was worth, Blistraknaw yelling at the top of his voice, before a caltrop in the ground with Drakwald markings on it tripped him up.

The chance to score lost, the team was in disarray. An Ungor grabbed the ball and the bestigors formed a cage. Despite the best efforts of the skaven, the beasts rumbled up and escaped a last ditch effort to prevent them, scoring on turn 8.

The Next half didn't go much better. A touchback meant that Skwisk was able to get into scoring range and stall for a couple of turns, but it mattered not. A tired Blistranknaw devised a cunning plan: he would set his team up on one flank, get threepus to kick it in front of the team, and sack the carrier or grab a loos ball. The only problem was that blistraknaw had forgotten that threepus was unconscious. This considered, the Mors made a valiant effort to stop the score but failed after misreading the time. The Ungor ran it in, and the game was lost.

Queesik claimed the MVP for taking out a bestigor, and the season ends.”