|"...for this sport of Blood Bowl is populated by felons, sinners, monsters and murderers. Somebody must stop them, punish them, show them the right way. That will be us. The time of praying is done, we are going to join this madness and instill some reason into the heads of those nonbelievers. |
Fist by fist. Until their skulls crack open."
Abbot Holyeye - A speech to the brothers
Abbot Holyeye (game #1 - present)
The truth about Abbot Holyeye's habits started to emerge after game against 3 men and a baby (and extras). When Brother Woman was seriously injured and brought into the infirmary, everyone could see that he was actually a "she". Delirious, Brother Woman started to call for her dear abbot, and the truth was exposed to the friars. A woman was playing in disguise among them, and looked like she was the abbot's concubine. Cornered by his brothers, the holy man was forced to admit that he had been hiding this secret for several months, but he pleaded the friars to accept her in the team. A decision was taken: Brother Woman would stay with the friars. After all, they were all sick of the dinner prepared by Brother Fool.
The Abbot changed when Brother Woman was killed by Nice Guy Eddie. He developed a burning hate against skaven, and launched a Anti-Rat Crusade to purge Blood Bowl from those dirty vermin. The other brothers followed, although not entirely convinced about the holy purpose of this crusade, which resembles a personal revenge.
"Whitepuddle Abbey was falling to pieces when I arrived. Alone, with the only help of some halfling slaves, I restored it, cleaned, it, I arranged the cellars for the brothers and the kitchen for the cooks, I smashed walls and created the praying room, the dining room, the living room and more. Finally, I concentrated on the Blood Bowl pitch, which I placed in the old vegetable garden's place. After this titanic work the halflings were all dead, and I fed them to the dogs. The Abbey is now our home, ready to welcome spectators and opposing teams."
Abbot Holyeye - an extract from his private diary