In its infancy, the Eternal Gemstone Tour trundled along through Brettonia. The fans were happy with the almighty undead Cryptic Humours. They were happy with the bloodthirsty and reckless Craghammers. They were even happy with the shambolic antics of the Warp Thirteens (Bio page incomplete).

But head coach Stonefist was not happy. As a young Dwarf lad, he'd spent plenty of time in Altdorf (mainly inside its brothels and taverns). He missed walking along the river Reik. He missed the School of Engineers firing their cannons throughout the day. He missed the devout Sigmar worshippers. He missed the Colleges of Magic and their orders: Amber through Amethyst, and all the rest.

So as the Malachite Tour came to an end, he dispatched his scouts and he assembled his financiers. 'We're starting a human team,' Stonefist told them.

'We can't do that!' One of his gnomish accountant's squeaked. 'The blitzers cost a royal fortune! It won't be like when one of our norseman die. They're a silver coin per dozen and we can just resurrect the corpse and stick it on the Cryptic LoS. These humans, they'll die in droves and be expensive to replace.'

'Elzebar,' Stonefist growled. 'Hold your tongue or I'll send you out to practice blocking with Muncher.' Then even the Stonefist himself averted his eyes. This one was a big sell, he knew it. 'And another thing. We're joining the Human League.'

All of them piped up then: 'What?!' Thori, a Dwarf money man, was the first to speak next: 'Stonefist, we'll get obliterated in the B division. We'll need hundreds of players. We just don't have the coin for this kind of endeavour. It'll ruin us!'

Stonefist looked around at his staff and grinned. His undead Dwarf eyes glittered. Stroking his long braided beard, he said: 'We're going to win that Human League and I want one of my gemstones set into that trophy.'

The Reikland Ruin are a new human B team and a proud member of the Human League.