The provence of Dnaleri is seldom mentioned in popular culture or the history books. Their routes are not exactly known, but Dnalerians are quite different from most Empire folk. They are tough, rough, speak with a funny accent and do not follow the class based system of the greater Empire that rules them. For this reason, the powers that be in the Empire fail to acknowledge the area as anything more than an agricultural wasteland full of drunkards and simpletons, to be exploited for cheap labour and high taxes.
Within Dnaleri lies the seaside port of Bayshore. There have been strange occurrences in the small, working class town of Bayshore recently. Traditionally populated mostly by dock workers and the women who serve them, things have been changing.
Rumor has it, it all started at “The Pickle Jar” when the lady now known as “Dirty Debby” arrived in town, fresh off the boat from Marienburg, she offered an exotic treat to the local clientele. Her popularity grew as the stories of her prowess had spread throughout the docks. Along with Debby’s popularity, a strange disease spread throughout the town. In the beginning, people were just falling ill and passing it off as a virus. Then, the deformities started. There have since been sightings of chunks of rotting flesh falling off people as they walk the street, there has been glowing green eyes in the night, pimples the size of pennies, Paddy O’Shea has sprouted a 2nd head, and the scrawniest man in town is now a walking muscle machine.
While the disease has caused Bayshore to become a desperate place full of depravity, death and degeneration, there has been one benefit. The local blood bowl team, usually known for its mediocrity in the local league between towns of the surrounding provinces, has had a stellar season, making their way to the national championship in Altdorf. Unfortunately, they were kicked out of the competition before playing competition favorites, “The Emperor’s Chosen” for no longer “representing the human race.” Some members of the team have managed to utilize their new found physical "abilities" to gain an advantage. Mostly, opposition teams have been too concerned of contracting the disease to take the field and too disgusted to play full contact when they do.
On the back of this success, the Bayshore Brawlers are taking themselves to the biggest league of all, the SWL in an attempt to gain fame and raise money to find a cure for the little town and province they represent. Could this be the story to capture the Old World’s attention, as the little town who could take it to the big guns of the big league?
The Bayshore Bowl with the infamous "Lepper Colony" (short for leprechaun) at the southern end of the stands where the most hardcore supporters gather dressed in green, drinking whiskey, fighting amongst themselves and intimidating the opposition.
Green with black and gold trim.
Toonie’s Skink Slippers: We promise they're sturdier in death.
Bayshore Bitter: If it doesn’t kill you, it will make you stronger!
Cheesedorf Cheddar: Supplying Barre since lrb6
Southern Wastes Warlord Showdown: The league the locals follow.
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Glory Glory Bayshore Brawlers
Rock the Bayshore
Hustle, Hit and Never Quit!
Norman “Butch” Mooney
Hall of Fame
No one yet.
The Record Books
Patrician's Regional XLVI
SWL Player Awards
No one yet.
Honor of Bayshore Medalist
Awarded to the season MVP, as voted by the Bayshore Buffs.
- Norman "Butch" Mooney (9 votes)
- Tomas "The Rover" O'Martin (13 votes)
Gang Green started their SWL career with a dominant victory over the Harlequins of Despair.
The Emperors Chosen
Although the teams never got to play each other, make no mistake about it, Brawler's fans and the whole of Dnaleri hate The Emperor's Chosen with a passion!
For some reason Urgathoa's Children play out of their skins against the Brawlers each time they meet. The Children have been a bogey team for the Brawlers with 2 draws and a loss for the Gang Green so far. Next time they'll look to rectify this record.