Hello fellow blood bowl enthusiast!
My name is Mr. Bubbles (Swim Shady to my friends) and I am the head coach of the new rising star team in LÖBBL, Innsmouth Drowners.Exciting stuff! We are maybe not the best team but what we do bring to the pitch is pure joy and a fishy odor that is hard to get rid of. That is more than can be said then about certain other teams in the league. We pride our-selves on our sportsmanship and stream lined grotesque bodies. Do not believe the lies Bystad are telling about us, they are only jealous and want to spread their own pity misery.

Drowners are also one of the more misunderstood teams of LÖBBL. It is true that we fest upon the bloated corpses of our opposition and that we gladly receive sacrificed humans, but we also strive to put a smile on our opponents faces.

And as our lord and savior Cthulhu usually say: Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn



Innsmouth Univeristy was founded in 1812 by Obed Marsh. He saw the need for a school aimed to train the young horrors of the deep. To bridge the gap between monster and man, teach understanding or if anything, don't devour all humans when they rise from the waters looking for world dominion. The University also supports allot of sport activities, especially the participation in blood bowl. The official team of the school is the Innsmouth Drowners and it is considered to be the highest honor to play for them.

At the Innsmouth stadium we have our own restaurant called The Bends. Why not come down to this warm, cosy and damp establishment to grab a bite, a cold beer and meet the other fans of our amazing team.

We have something for everyone regardless if you are human of fish-folk. For music lover we have our own house band called Octo-swing, a one octopus indie band that plays eight instruments. She performs every game night. We also show the game on our big screen TV during away games. Before these games we also have a pub quiz.

If you need more persuasion, the team usually meets the fans here after the game. So if you want that jersey signed or just congratulate them, just show up!




The Bends have a received plenty of stellar reviews from the media

Dampest food I been served that technically is not a soup. 4 out of 5 starfishes. -Innsmouth Herald

The stink of kelp really helps to hide the foul taste. Visit on your own risk. -Dunwich Post

The other visitors never blink and they never stop starring at me… Should I be afraid? I cannot stop shaking and I will not be able to flee. I have the corner table… Send help! -Arkham Daily

Not convinced yet? Then you are probably mad. Come down anyways and visit us!

It was the end, for whatever remains to me of life on the surface of this earth, of every vestige of mental peace and confidence in the integrity of Nature and of the human mind. Nothing that I could have imagined—nothing, even, that I could have gathered had I credited old Zadok’s crazy tale in the most literal way—would be in any way comparable to the daemoniac, blasphemous reality that I saw—or believe I saw. I have tried to hint what it was in order to postpone the horror of writing it down baldly. Can it be possible that this planet has actually spawned such things; that human eyes have truly seen, as objective flesh, what man has hitherto known only in febrile phantasy and tenuous legend? And yet I saw them in a limitless stream—flopping, hopping, croaking, bleating—surging inhumanly through the spectral moonlight in a grotesque, malignant saraband of fantastic nightmare. And some of them had tall tiaras of that nameless whitish-gold metal... and some were strangely robed... and one, who led the way, was clad in a ghoulishly humped black coat and striped trousers, and had a man’s felt hat perched on the shapeless thing that answered for a head... I think their predominant colour was a greyish-green, though they had white bellies. They were mostly shiny and slippery, but the ridges of their backs were scaly. Their forms vaguely suggested the anthropoid, while their heads were the heads of fish, with prodigious bulging eyes that never closed. At the sides of their necks were palpitating gills, and their long paws were webbed. They hopped irregularly, sometimes on two legs and sometimes on four. I was somehow glad that they had no more than four limbs. Their croaking, baying voices, clearly used for articulate speech, held all the dark shades of expression which their staring faces lacked.