“Our return journey to the south was interrupted by assassins from below, evil Skaven desiring of a game of bloodbowl, and we're not ones to refuse!

An auspicious beginning when their rat Pwasch tried to fireman-carry our brave Oenomaus, who tore the thing's head off, yet still had to be carried off with a damaged back. True to the fates, Agron blitzed one of their swift runners into the next life as well, on his way for a late equaliser. Their great Rat Ogre soon shutting that idea down, with us left attempting a few late passes to humour the crowd. Better than nothing, starting each match two short on the bench is proving difficult, and will likely do so again by the fates.

Unfortunately, the loss forces us north again. Tricky thing is, that was our goal, so long as we avoid any undead on the return all will be smooth running. Agron has become a fair ball-carrier, and Varro's return will be welcome.”