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Scribbl 11.21
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Sat in a massive black chair, carefully carved out of living wood,Timaris Stormwing put down his glass of dark red wine and scratched his chin, lost in thoughts and reflections. The past few seasons his Meddlers had performed poorly. This spring they even finished last in the Athel Loren region, while they had managed to win the division last year. Results in summer and autumn had been mediocre at best. Heck, there was even the loss against Eye & Arrow, the imposters from Avelorn. Impossible. What a shame. The Meddlers couldn't even claim to be the best elven team around. No, things certainly weren't going according to plan. Worse, his continuous quest of gathering obscure ingredients for a secret spell hadn't been particularly fruitous either these days. No components worth mentioning had been acquired. Something had to change... But what? The team looked in good shape. Both wardancers, Morlanna and Vanhir, should be able to dominate games just by themselves. Yet it doesn't happen. What then? Perhaps his coaching abilities weren't as good as he likes to believe they are? Nonsense. His competence is beyond question. Maybe the new Climax tournament might prove a good opportunity for the Meddlers to prove their true worth on the pitch. Yes!, Timaris pondered. This new tournament is an excellent chance to show the world what true bloodbowl is all about! The grace of the wood elf game plan. The beauty of the long pass. The artful reception of the ball. The cleverness of a protective screen. The frustration on the face of the opposition when yet another elf wriggles free and dodges away. Yes! The world will see now. It's about time…