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2015-06-29 02:10:35
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9 votes, rating 4.2
To the Semis
The following match will take place on Tuesday 6/30/2015 at 20:00 server time
This match is the Semi-Final match in the TW1900 Ranked Minor
The match will be between the Dwarves of Clan Irongut and the Orcs known as kansos
Booze flowed through the halls as the revelry of the Clan had gone on for nearly two weeks since their third straight victory. Never before had the Clan's elite won 3 straight, and to do it in a tournament made it that much grander. In typical Dwarf fashion, the celebration had begun the moment the last game ended, and would not stop until the next match had been settled.
Today, their next match was settled, and a hush had befallen the Clan. Once more the Irongut dwarves had gathered to hear the words of their star, their King. King Iggy Irongut stood before his thousands, surrounded by his 11 most elite warriors. His face was grim, and that set the mood for the entire Clan.
"Two more victories, and the glory of our Clan will be greater than it has ever been before. The path to total victory has finally been set. We already know who sits at the top of the mountain, awaiting our next match to be decided. But we cannot look forward to the Bondabur Goliaths just yet. Before we can hope to face the hordes of the Undead, we must first overcome another team.
"Our next match will not be a game. This is not a Blood Bowl match." At those words, the thousands of Dwarves, rapt by their King's words, began to stomp the stone loudly. "That is right, my Clan. This next match will be War. We face Orcs, our most hated of all creations the Stone has spewed forth. This next match will be no game, nor will we treat it as such. There can be no game against Orcs, only war, and violence, and death, and GLORY!
"Certainly, we will miss the field leadership of General Nimzol the 4th, called Fleetfooted, as we go into battle, but his injuries will not allow him to take part. Fortunately, the Powers that Be have determined that his loss is a handicap to our team, and will be allowing us additional funds to draw in a short term replacement. I cannot say we will win, but every last dwarf who goes into battle with me is willing to give his life to seek victory one more time.
"So, I say to you one more time as we prepare for battle, let's go out there my boys, and give these greenskinned freaks hell! To Victory!"
The dwarven halls were filled with an uproarious cheer as King Iggy began the march to the stadium. They had 18 hours till the faced destiny. King Iggy would see to it that this game would be legendary.
Good luck man, and may Nuffle bless your dice
This match is the Semi-Final match in the TW1900 Ranked Minor
The match will be between the Dwarves of Clan Irongut and the Orcs known as kansos
Booze flowed through the halls as the revelry of the Clan had gone on for nearly two weeks since their third straight victory. Never before had the Clan's elite won 3 straight, and to do it in a tournament made it that much grander. In typical Dwarf fashion, the celebration had begun the moment the last game ended, and would not stop until the next match had been settled.
Today, their next match was settled, and a hush had befallen the Clan. Once more the Irongut dwarves had gathered to hear the words of their star, their King. King Iggy Irongut stood before his thousands, surrounded by his 11 most elite warriors. His face was grim, and that set the mood for the entire Clan.
"Two more victories, and the glory of our Clan will be greater than it has ever been before. The path to total victory has finally been set. We already know who sits at the top of the mountain, awaiting our next match to be decided. But we cannot look forward to the Bondabur Goliaths just yet. Before we can hope to face the hordes of the Undead, we must first overcome another team.
"Our next match will not be a game. This is not a Blood Bowl match." At those words, the thousands of Dwarves, rapt by their King's words, began to stomp the stone loudly. "That is right, my Clan. This next match will be War. We face Orcs, our most hated of all creations the Stone has spewed forth. This next match will be no game, nor will we treat it as such. There can be no game against Orcs, only war, and violence, and death, and GLORY!
"Certainly, we will miss the field leadership of General Nimzol the 4th, called Fleetfooted, as we go into battle, but his injuries will not allow him to take part. Fortunately, the Powers that Be have determined that his loss is a handicap to our team, and will be allowing us additional funds to draw in a short term replacement. I cannot say we will win, but every last dwarf who goes into battle with me is willing to give his life to seek victory one more time.
"So, I say to you one more time as we prepare for battle, let's go out there my boys, and give these greenskinned freaks hell! To Victory!"
The dwarven halls were filled with an uproarious cheer as King Iggy began the march to the stadium. They had 18 hours till the faced destiny. King Iggy would see to it that this game would be legendary.
Good luck man, and may Nuffle bless your dice
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