This is a tale of a time long ago, before Blood Bowl fell into oblivion, a tale about a little goblins amazing carrer. All characters and events in this story are totally fictious and any accordances to real life and/or FUMBBL characters are totally unintended. Furthermore the author admits that the abilities of some characters in this story may not be in consistence with any of the official or unofficial Blood Bowl rules known - this is just a story

What happened so far:

Gnot was forced by G'morg to join "Da Deadly Raiderzzz" against his will. Even though some of the team member threaten Gnot he has to stay since his escape attempt failed misserably.

In the first test Gnot had to race against Tsork, the blitzer who only wants to rip Gnot apart. With a bit of luck and some speed he managed to win the race not only of but also for his life.

Although the sleep was very relaxing, especially after that large meal, the awakening was not. With a hard boot to the bed Gnot got torn out of his dreams. "Traaaaaaaaaiiiiining!!" a loud growling voice shouted with a strangly happy tone and before he even knew what happened to him he got pushed out of his room towards the training field. Will he have to race Tsork again? This time the orc won't give him a head start. But before getting on the field he got tossed into the locker room again to get dressed. Kirok gave him a goblin sized armour, helmet and shirt, which where obviously all from his predecessor. The armour weighed heavily on his shoulders and the helmet bore against his forehead while the shirt, which was way to wide, almost hung down to the floor. What scared Gnot about this stuff was that not only the helmet was dented, the armour rusty and bit twisted and parts of the shirt were tattered to stripes but also the huge number of blood spots that covered the whole dress. Heavily breathing Gnot stand there, starring at the ground before his feet while cold sweat came through every single pore. Before his inner eye Gnot saw his death, when some huge and vicious trollish creature grabbed him around his chest single handedly and raised him high above the ground just to slowly squeeze him to death with it's pure strength. First the little armour started to bend while the pressure on the chest was already horrible, then slowly the armour began to burst, the chest got squeezed more and more and the broken armour parts penetrated the goblin torso. Screaming and crying life vanished from Gnots body and blood got spilled over the monstrous fist.

Gnot shrieked as he got torn out of his daydream when a large hand touched his shoulder only to realize it was Kirok and that there was no monster around that was trying to kill him... apart from Tsork who was outside and had already started his training. "Eheheh, don' worry." Kirok laughed "Not all gits get smashed dat badly." This did not help at all and Gnot almost peed himself, his knees where shaking. Kirok only shouted "Off wez go!" and dragged Gnot outdoors on the pitch. Gnot could not run very fast, his legs were still sore from the race a day before, he was not used to do sports and especially not something this exhausting. But outside, that was a sight to behold: the orcs ran around, doing sprints and dodge training, others practising different pass and catch manouvers, while the ogre did sparring blocks. "Th'arg!!!" G'morg's voice resounded over the pitch and instantly one of the pass practising orcs turned his head. What he did miss was that someone else just threw a ball at him. So when he turned his head back due to the warning shouts that ball smacked his face with a big "SQUASH!" and knocked him over.

Everyone, except Gnot and Th'arg, burst out laughing when Th'arg tried to shake off that stroke and get back on his feet. "Shat up, ya gitz! And watch where you are throwing to!" Th'arg shouted with a somewhat angry tone when he was back on his feet. This was more than understandable since the ball had hit him that hard that his lower lip started to bleed a bit. But to Gnot's surprise Th'arg seemed to cool down pretty fast and even started to smirk a bit about the situation himself as he was on the way to G'morg. "Take da l'il one. Show him how Da Deadly Raiderzz do wit da ball." the coach adressed Th'arg. He only noded and grabbed Gnot by his neck "Letz go. Got lotsa work for ya, hehe."

To be continued...