Team Interview
Interview by Bradrid Largegranite
“I don’t get paid enough for this,” muttered Bradrid, as she carefully picked her way over the treacherous terrain. “Still, it’s hard to believe this team inspires such dedication from their fans that they willingly trape this path for every home game. Eurgh, what did I just tread in?”
It was tough going for a dwarf, but still she persisted, glad she had set off with most of the day ahead of her. This path would be more dangerous at night.
Eventually the path widened out and New Strigos came into view, the name given to the small settlement which has formed in the shadow of the Elită Stadium. This collection of ramshackle hovels was mostly home to stadium workers and suchlike.
Due to King Carol I making the choice to situate the stadium in the middle of a cemetary, you cannot escape the grasp of history. Even though the stadium is only two years old, it feels entwined with the landscape, it
feels old, despite being relatively young.
Bradrid nervously entered the ground, looking around hopefully for a friendly greeting party. However none are to be found. The few people around carry about their business, ignoring her. She walks up to the nearest person, a middle aged woman tending one of the graves.
BL: “Excuse me, I’m here to meet…”
“Ms Largegranite?” A pale, diminutive man was hurrying towards her. “I do hope this lady wasn’t bothering you, please come this way. We’re all very excited to have you.”
BL: “Thank you sir, and your name is?”
“Oh my name doesn’t matter Ms. Only one name matters around here.”
BL: “Of course, King Carol I. Will it be him whom I will be meeting?”
“All in good time Ms, now if you’d care to follow me”.
The man led Bradrid into the stadium through a side entrance and they descended down several flights of steps. The man gestured for her to enter a sideroom, and promptly walked off without uttering a word.
How strange, thought Bradrid. She knocked on the door, and receiving no answer, tentatively pushed it open. It was a medium sized room, illuminated by several candles whose light pierced the gloom but didn’t quite dispel it completely.
Standing in the centre of the room, behind a dark wood table was a man who appeared to be neither undead nor enthralled. He extended his hand, warm to the touch, slightly clammy.
“Can I interest you in a stein of Mead, Ms Largegranite?”
BL: “Why yes, thank you Mr…?”
“My name is not important, my role however is the Coach of the Elită.”
BL: “But, I thought that King Carol was responsible for all training and coaching practices?”
“Well, I believe originally The King believed he could handle those duties, but as history has shown us He can definitely play the game himself, but the success of the team as a whole has been lacking. So recently, more specifically after the loss to those peasants from the Borderlands to start the Autumn season, I was hired to team fundamentals and tactics to the players. And to teach them how to fill their role and play as a team for the good of the team. The King is the team Captain and the one to lead on the pitch. But it will be my game plan that is instituted and my game time decisions that will right the ship and show The King that this silly Curse He believes in is not real.”
BL: “Ok, so many questions.” Bradrid is frantically jotting down notes in her notebook. “Before we get to this curse, and believe me,
we’ll get there, what can you tell me about yourself? Who are you, where are you from and most importantly, what make you qualified to coach such an established team?”
“Again, Miss, my name is unimportant. There is only one name around here that really matters and that is the name of Strigos. Blood Bowl is a team sport. It's not about the individuals, but about the group as a whole. I have studied my entire life for an opportunity such as this. Philosophy, battlefield tactics, strategic warfare, leadership, as well as the game of bloodbowl itself. I have studied the work of the Tower as well as that of the Anglers. Does that qualify me? I'm not sure, but obviously The King thinks so.”
BL: “Yes, there are many parallels in tactics between warfare and bloodbowl. Especially with the way the Elită play. Obviously the King places great trust in you by appointing you to this position, are you nervous about the upcoming seasons? I gather you’ve only been in the position for a short time, how will you, and the King, judge your success?”
“Why don't you ask him yourself?” The coach responds as he nods toward Bradrid, obviously looking behind her. As she starts to stand to turn to see what the coach is gesturing toward she feels a large hand, with sharp claws placed upon her shoulder. A deep voice, in a whispered tone speaks.
KC: “Stay seated my dear. No need to stand for royalty, when you are my guest here. But to answer your question,” he pauses. Seems to think for a few seconds before responding, “Improvement. Continued improvement.”
BL: Your highness, thank you for your time. I realise you are very busy.”
Bradrid stands slightly in awe, Carol has a presence, an aura, about him. You cannot help… be… struck those eyes it’s like he can see right into me and knows what I am thinking can see my future all of our future…
A slight noise is heard in the room as the coach shifts his weight from one foot to the other and Bradrid jolts back to reality
BL: “Your highness, thank you for your time. I realise you are very busy. I was speaking to your coach here about his role within the team, I’m not aware how much you heard. You mention that improvement is the goal by which you will judge his performance. It is clear to all sports fans that this is a standard to which you hold yourself, nobody can deny your performance on the field. However, sometimes it feels that your team doesn’t live up to your standards, no joke intended your highness. Will you be holding your team to the same high standards that we can expect from the coach?”
KC: “Everyone. From my family members that are on the team, to the harem, to the peasants. Everyone will be held to a higher standard. I can’t hold them to the exact same standard that I set for myself. No one can be expected to reach the god-like level of play that I have. But the bar has been raised. This season shall be one of transition as everyone learns their role on the team and learns how to best perform as such. In the coach’s short time with us, there has already been marked improvement. A couple of the ladies have learned how to step to the side when being blocked instead of being shoved around. And Dumitru, one of our peasant meat shields has been taught the art of “The Boot!”
BL: “Are you optimistic about the future for the team? It’s undeniable that you’ve had some great players on the team in the past, thinking of Ms. Jagiellon, the Burggraf of Nuremberg to name a couple, but the team has never really achieved its full potential. Maybe you could speak about how you feel this current crop compares to some of your past stars?”
Carol I seems to drift off mentally for a moment, staring into space. He smiles and responds,
KC: “Ahhh. Anna… How I miss her. She is irreplaceable….” And then he mumbles something else that is mostly incoherent.
The coach speaks up, “We have some work to do. Other than the King here, I’d say we have no stars. I’ve heard talk of Anna, and the Burggraf, as well as Prince Michael I, the King’s son who was proudly following in his father’s footsteps before those wretched Zoat stole his life. Those were great players. Right now we have a few role players and some eager individuals wanting to learn. So if they work hard, and we get a few Blessings from Nuffle, we could be competing very soon. Since I started working with the team, we are 1/1/0. I believe we are headed in the right direction. Wouldn’t you agree King?.... KING!?”
KC: Wha… huh…
“The Elită are headed in the right direction. Don’t you agree?”
KC: “Oh, yes. Very much so. But two matches without a loss, a curse does not break. Wouldn’t you agree, Ms?”
BL: “Me? Erm yes I would agree. But it’s certainly a start and moving in the right direction. Your highness, if I may and while I still have time, I have a few questions I wish you about your early life and how you got started playing blood bowl. Is this the first team you have played for?”
KC: “For as long as I can remember I have played the game. But when you’ve lived as long as I have, you tend to lose most memories of long ago. We played in caverns and in secluded fields at night while we were planning our return. But on a real team? No my dear, you see, we were hunted, by our brothers, as well as by mortals. They all fear the Power of the Strigoi. And what is the easiest way to deal with fear? To attempt to remove it, if possible. So my opportunity to play professionally was, you could say, hindered a bit. But now with the rebirth of New Strigos and this wonderful league of CIBBL, I have an outlet to play the game I love.”
BL: Do you enjoy being feared? You have quite the reputation, yet you mention how it has hindered your blood bowl career.”
KC: “Fear is a powerful thing. To be able to be the one to provoke it, is intoxicating at times. 44 Casualties caused in just 33 matches? That can be scary. 44 Casualties in 331 Blocks. That is just over every 8 blocks I perform, someone is leaving the pitch. Wanna play?” The King winks and smiles at Bradrid.
BL: I’m glad to see you in a good mood your highness, but I fear my next question may change your complexion. I need to ask you about your rivalry with the Sheikh, Saqr bin Zayed Al Nahyan, super star of the Nejaz Djinn. Rumours are that you two have a pretty intense rivalry, care to comment and have you actually met on the field?
The King looks a bit puzzled. He looks to the coach and shrugs.
“The Suqr…”
You can then see a moment of realization on Carol’s face.
KC: “Ohhhh… THAT guy.” The King lets out a hearty laugh. “It’s not really a rivalry, I do not believe. I am a Blood Bowl Player. He is a Diva. I play the game in its entirety. He hides behind his men and plays with his balls. I do not follow him. But for the sake of this interview, I did a little research, because I knew there would be such questions. He makes an average of just over 6.5 blocks per game. I am over 10 blocks per game. Granted he is CIBBL’s all time TD leader, and 3rd in Rush yards. Nice accomplishment. But I am the All-Time Casualty leader, 2nd in Blocks. He leads TDs by 8, I lead Casualties by 15. The fans love me. I lead CIBBL in MVPs awarded. Ten times the fans have named me Most Valuable.. He has a measly 3. That alone speaks volumes. Oh and did I mention that all of this has transposed while he has received TWO blessings of Nuffle. I’ve done it all through hard work. There is
NO comparison.”
“As for if we have met on the field… I have offered, challenged, threatened, done everything I can think of and he continues to dodge me. So maybe you convince him otherwise.”
BL: I’ll certainly try my best. He had agreed to an interview for the Scribbl but despite multiple letters sent to him asking him to name a time and place, he does not respond. Still, I am sure he has his reasons.
Changing topic slightly, and I meant to mention this earlier we were discussing your change of tactics, keen eyed viewers have noticed an increase in the number of ghouls you have been fielding. I’m sure this is a well thought out, tactical decision, care to comment?
KC: “We petitioned CIBBL for action. As a team we were being held down by their rules. They limited us to just 6 ghouls on the roster at any time. No other team of First Children are limited in the amount of thralls they can have on the roster. So now they have decided that we can have half as many as everyone else. It’s better than it was, and I’ll take my blessings as they are given. Thank you CIBBL Representatives.”
BL: Well your highness, I’d like to thank you for being so gracious with your time today. Before I ask you if you have any finals words for our readers, I was wondering what moments stick in your mind as the crowning achievements of the team so far. A particular play in a game, or a hard fought victory?
KC: “I can not think of a single moment or single game, but there are 2 things that I am most proud of with this team. First, is our play vs the Blood Dragons. In 3 matches vs the Blood Dragons, we have never lost. We are 2/1/0 against them. Second, is the stretch of games that ended with the curse being placed upon us. From mid-Spring through Summer and into mid-Autumn of Season 2, we went 7/2/1. We finished 2nd in the Summer Tournament that year. Times were good.”
BL: “What ended the good times, King. Was that about the time when you lost your son?”
KC: “No, had nothing to do with Michael’s death. It had to do with the Curse. The night before our match versus the Undead Pirates, I had a vision. In this vision, a demon came to me and told me that if we won that match the following day, our future victories would be few and far between. Usually, I may heed such a warning, but at that time we were doing so well that I thought there was no chance of such a thing happening. When we defeated the Norscan Curse we were on a current run of 7/2/1. Since that victory, before our new coach arrived we were 2/1/10. The Curse is real. And the coach is here to help us break it.”
BL: I'm sure I speak for all of our readers when I say we wish you all the best for breaking that curse. Any final words before we bring this to a close?
KC: “I would just like to thank the fans for all the support over the past few years. I’d like to thank CIBBL for giving us the opportunity to play this wonderful game. And thank you for taking the time to sit down with us. And to remind CIBBL and everyone else, if you don’t lust for blood, you aren’t truly a First Child.”