“The headpriest had us play bloodbowl again. On the one side the proud and firm temple guard, like usually. On the other side: A bunch of mutated freaks, it was like Nurgle, a circus director from the old world and a bunch off unknown old chaosgods got together for this.

We had no idea, what to expect and they showed just all kinds off strange abilites. The templeguard took them on and fought like they usually do: Grim, firm and collected.

It went kinda okish until the headpriest wanted to show us how it was done "in the old days" and he tried to leap towards the pogoer carrying the ball. He hurt himself and we were stuck without him.

Things went downwards from there and now Chaban is dead...like really dead.”