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Scribbl 11.02.13
Letters, Press Conferences, Overheard Mutterings
Related to Scribbl CLIMAX VII
Related to Scribbl CLIMAX VII
Get some quotes from the coach of the Corsairs they said. It will be easy they said...
Upon disembarking from the ship, i was promptly bound and gagged, with a black velvet bag tied around my head and this screech that could only be pleasing to followers of Slaanesh preventing me from hearing anything. tussled about i finally was plopped unceremoniously into a hard backed wooden chair, and the bag and bindings were removed.
"Sorry about that. People in my position can't be taking any unnecessary risks."
Across a large wooden desk sat a rather short human. Long brown mustachios hung from the sides of his mouth, and he stood and extended his right hand to me, a couple of his fingers mangled to the point of uselessness.
"You can call me Vlad, and i'm captain of the Corsairs. These lovely ladies are the other shadowblades, and i'm sure Kragar will show up sometime."
"Right here, Boss." the voice came from my left, and i hadn't noticed the tall elf there at all.
"Right. He's the other Shadowblade. The Coach is really not available at this time, so we figured we could answer the questions you put forth."
"Well, i'm sorry, but the Coach is really the one who needs to answer these questions." Vlad tipped his head to the left and his gaze seemed to cut through me, and i recalled the exploits of the team during the Spring regional, and i didn't care for the way the lady they called Sword looked at me. "Well, perhaps i can get some answers from you first."
"Great!" His demeanor shifted like the wind. "Now, Rivalries as you know are a very important part of the game, well, so i've been told anyway. Coach Tz took our last match with the Demons pretty hard, i mean, how could he not! Their players are obviously using PED and magics that were supposed to have been banned a hundred years ago, how else can you explain the freaks residing on that team? When is the league administration going to crack down on this obviously skewed attempt at a competitive advantage? I've got a feeling they will do nothing, so we'll just have to take it into our own hands now. Don't get me started on their horrible treatment of the Star Players of this league. How many of the fan's favorites have they maimed and prevented from entertaining the fans any..."
"I don't mean to interrupt, but i believe we were focused on rivalries in the SCRIBBL Climax Qualifier VII batch of teams you are competing..." His Brown eyes bored into my skull, and i decided interrupting him might be a bad idea.
"yeah, well, most of them are as new as we are, and in typical elf fashion, if they leave any of us on the pitch, they're in trouble. don't get me wrong, all have great coaches and will be a test to our team as we recover from the end of Spring regionals, but nervous? Us? nope. they're all just getting us prepared for next spring and our next match with the Demons." The Dagger of Khaine whispered something to him i couldn't hear. He glared at her, and she glared back, before he gave a shrug of his shoulders and rose from his seat. "Bring him."
We went out a secret door behind his desk, turning through cramped corridors before he stopped at an iron bound wooden door. He knocked twice, then thrice, then once, before pulling a key from a pocket in his cloak and opened the door.
Thousands of candles gave a flickering glow to the room, and as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, the pictures on the walls showed the players, coaches, staff, cheerleaders, top boosters, girlfriends, boyfriends, spouses and children, and the known owners of the Doom Glade Demons. String was adhered to the pictures and would lead to another picture of a place or person, thousands of strands crisscrossing the room. Movement to the right drew my attention, and a red robed figure slowly stood and turned to me. Pulling the cowl back, i stared at the man before me, recognizing the Coach of the Corsairs.
"Khaine requires blood to fuel our vengeance." He pulled out a savage looking blade and advanced towards me entangling himself in the strings crossing the room.
"Kragar, think he's seen enough?"
"Not just yet, Boss."
Coach Tz pulled back the sleeve of his robe and began chanting as he drew the blade across his forearm. "Through blood we show our devotion. Grant us the strength to cast down those who spit in your face as they praise the false god Nuffle. Through your righteous path we will break our enemies like waves upon rock." He then turned the blade to his forhead and began carving.
"How about now, Kragar?"
The last sight i had before i was bound and hooded again was the once docile coach of the Corsairs ranting and raving about the Demons and screaming, "stab them, Stab Them, STAB THEM ALL!"