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Scribbl 09
Issue 9, Spring 2604
Year 4, Spring, Rd 1
The anticipation was palpable as the crowd gathered outside the stadium. This was it, the moment we had been clamouring for since the team was establish in the summer. The first fielding of 8 ogres. Successes, albeit more financial than sporting, over the winter months had seen the Rattlers' coffers expand with an additional 170k gold pieces. Talent scouts had been reporting back from training camps across the Mountains of Mourn and a decision was made to sign a young, talented ogre, John Laird Mair Lawrence.
The doors to the mighty Monolith Worshipper's stadium opened and the fans flooded in, wave after wave of ogre supporters, far more than are commonly seen but this writer attributes it to the smaller distance to travel. At best estimate I would say the Monolith fans were outnumbered 2:1. The weather was perfect, I had a big bowl of goblin nachos and a great view. Let's play ball.
The BMW won the toss and elected to kick. They fielded a strong team but were noticeably lacking the muscle of Krank Cracker who was out, nursing a smashed ankle. Two marauders and the renegade orc stood on the halfway line with the rest of the team slightly back, waiting to steal an advantage. The ogres set up to receive with a strong front line of 5 shoulder to shoulder ogres all ready to lend assists. Previous XXX cas award winner Samuel White Baker was in the thick of the action with an ogre guarding each wing and speedy E W Middlemast in the backfield with 3 snotlings
Ref blows for the off and the ogres pause for a second to consider their options but that's enough for the BMW's to sieze the advantage, with a player streaming past Oswell on the south flank whilst on the north a gang of marauders gang up on new boy Lawrence, knocking him down. But not for long as Lawrence is straight back on his feet before anyone else can react. And indeed little reaction happens as Mackrell, then Eddis, then Middlemast all stand around looking confused, despite frantic shouting from the team coach. Oswell leaps to attention and steamrollers into a marauder, knocking him back and he lands with a sickening thud but waves to the ref that he is merely stunned. Aitchison follows the other three ogres by standing around picking his nose so it's up to fragile Spitshine, still in the team despite his niggling injury, to dodge free and mark the ball. Pottinger attempts to tackle the elf but he dodges back, shocking Baker who can only drool in awe. Grottleblagh, the top scoring snotling, picks up the ball and runs towards his own goal line.
So to recap. A slow ogre start leads the Monoliths to steal a blitz and the Rattlers retaliate with 5/8 ogres standing around navel gazing. We waiting all winter for this. I start enquiring about early coaches home.
The BMW manage to increase their positioning advantage, assembling a line between Grottleblagh and the rest of the team. Ghras Paingiver is feeling lucky and attempts to outmuscle Oswell but he's no match for the big ogre who throws him to the floor, stunning him. The crowd pick up, hoping that the first few minutes of the game was merely bad luck. And the ogres are back in the game just like that, muscling the troll backwards and new boy Lawrence throws the first block of his career and badly hurts a marauder. Middlemast blitzes into the marauder marking Spitshine the snotling and it looks like the ogres have recovered and formed a cage. Now they just need to get the ball into it... but no, Spitshine juggles the hand off and is unable to get a grasp. It flies back to Grottleblagh who is widely recongnised as a superb catcher but even he fumbles it and the ball falls at his feet. But all 8 ogres are finally paying attention and two Rattlers are next to the ball. The price is paid for not paying attention as Scrubbalick is carried off the pitch, badly hurt, and the Rattlers are down to two snotlings in their sea of beef. Another hit takes out Grottleblagh and there is one green guy left. Dialor, the noble elf, attempts to steal the ball from under two Rattler noses but is unable to and the ball scatters further away from the Rattlers. The ogres do a good job of increasing the pressure on the ball but are unable to free anyone to attempt to pick it up and the momentum is back with the Monoliths as Dialor is finally able to steal the ball and runs over the goal line to score 3/8 of the way through the first half.
At the reset it's ten Worshippers versus 9 Rattlers. The Rattlers clearly have the strength advantage but concerns are there about player willingness to listen to instructions, especially considering that awful start to the half. A bit of pushing starts the half and the ogres push forward slightly, leaving speedy Middlemast in the back field to retrieve the ball, which he does. But the Monoliths have the bit between their teeth as this unholy pact presses forward, easily clearly a hole in the ogre line which Strongblade and Flying Fred nimbly dance through.
The doors to the mighty Monolith Worshipper's stadium opened and the fans flooded in, wave after wave of ogre supporters, far more than are commonly seen but this writer attributes it to the smaller distance to travel. At best estimate I would say the Monolith fans were outnumbered 2:1. The weather was perfect, I had a big bowl of goblin nachos and a great view. Let's play ball.
The BMW won the toss and elected to kick. They fielded a strong team but were noticeably lacking the muscle of Krank Cracker who was out, nursing a smashed ankle. Two marauders and the renegade orc stood on the halfway line with the rest of the team slightly back, waiting to steal an advantage. The ogres set up to receive with a strong front line of 5 shoulder to shoulder ogres all ready to lend assists. Previous XXX cas award winner Samuel White Baker was in the thick of the action with an ogre guarding each wing and speedy E W Middlemast in the backfield with 3 snotlings
Ref blows for the off and the ogres pause for a second to consider their options but that's enough for the BMW's to sieze the advantage, with a player streaming past Oswell on the south flank whilst on the north a gang of marauders gang up on new boy Lawrence, knocking him down. But not for long as Lawrence is straight back on his feet before anyone else can react. And indeed little reaction happens as Mackrell, then Eddis, then Middlemast all stand around looking confused, despite frantic shouting from the team coach. Oswell leaps to attention and steamrollers into a marauder, knocking him back and he lands with a sickening thud but waves to the ref that he is merely stunned. Aitchison follows the other three ogres by standing around picking his nose so it's up to fragile Spitshine, still in the team despite his niggling injury, to dodge free and mark the ball. Pottinger attempts to tackle the elf but he dodges back, shocking Baker who can only drool in awe. Grottleblagh, the top scoring snotling, picks up the ball and runs towards his own goal line.
So to recap. A slow ogre start leads the Monoliths to steal a blitz and the Rattlers retaliate with 5/8 ogres standing around navel gazing. We waiting all winter for this. I start enquiring about early coaches home.
The BMW manage to increase their positioning advantage, assembling a line between Grottleblagh and the rest of the team. Ghras Paingiver is feeling lucky and attempts to outmuscle Oswell but he's no match for the big ogre who throws him to the floor, stunning him. The crowd pick up, hoping that the first few minutes of the game was merely bad luck. And the ogres are back in the game just like that, muscling the troll backwards and new boy Lawrence throws the first block of his career and badly hurts a marauder. Middlemast blitzes into the marauder marking Spitshine the snotling and it looks like the ogres have recovered and formed a cage. Now they just need to get the ball into it... but no, Spitshine juggles the hand off and is unable to get a grasp. It flies back to Grottleblagh who is widely recongnised as a superb catcher but even he fumbles it and the ball falls at his feet. But all 8 ogres are finally paying attention and two Rattlers are next to the ball. The price is paid for not paying attention as Scrubbalick is carried off the pitch, badly hurt, and the Rattlers are down to two snotlings in their sea of beef. Another hit takes out Grottleblagh and there is one green guy left. Dialor, the noble elf, attempts to steal the ball from under two Rattler noses but is unable to and the ball scatters further away from the Rattlers. The ogres do a good job of increasing the pressure on the ball but are unable to free anyone to attempt to pick it up and the momentum is back with the Monoliths as Dialor is finally able to steal the ball and runs over the goal line to score 3/8 of the way through the first half.
At the reset it's ten Worshippers versus 9 Rattlers. The Rattlers clearly have the strength advantage but concerns are there about player willingness to listen to instructions, especially considering that awful start to the half. A bit of pushing starts the half and the ogres push forward slightly, leaving speedy Middlemast in the back field to retrieve the ball, which he does. But the Monoliths have the bit between their teeth as this unholy pact presses forward, easily clearly a hole in the ogre line which Strongblade and Flying Fred nimbly dance through.
New boy Lawrence is knocked from his feet again but this requires 4 of the opposing players. He blitzes his way to the vertical, stunning Khras the pseudo elf before joining Eddis and Spitshine by the sideline. Middlemast runs over and hands the ball to Spitshine and suddenly things are looking better for the ogres as they have a reasonably good screen on the sideline and a promising ruck developing in the middle of the pitch. But there is little that can be done to stop the advance of a blodging elf, who simply dances past the groping mitts of the ogres and easily plucks the ball from Spitshine's tiny paws whilst pushing him, stunned, to the floor. Flying Fred attempts the pick up but think he spies a snake on the pitch and drops the ball, which scatters away from the Rattlers into uncontested space. Eddis is staring into the crowd Baker is distracted by a butterfly and just like that 1/4 of the ogres might as well not be there. But 6 ogres is enough for now as they expertly maneuver into positions allowing for a clearing of the players around the ball. Lawrence shoulder tackles Oklas the Devastator who suffers a broken jaw. I hear his wife won't be devastated as he won't be able to tell those anecdotes about training camp for a few weeks. Notch two for Lawrence on his debut and Middlemast gets a hit in too, stunning Flying Fred. The ball is surrounded by beefcakes but the clock is still ticking closer to half time.
Suddenly a figure leaps off the Black Monolith Worshipper's bech, wiggles his hand, wiggles his eyebrows and shakes his booty and a fireball flies across the pitch, engulfing the area around the ball. But when the smoke clears, both Mackrell and Middlemast are still standing, with only Pottinger removed as he is knocked out. The Worshippers feel like they have the advantage though as they engage fully with the Rattlers and scorer Dialor the Noble attempts to push Middlemast away from the ball. Foolish elf, he is lucky he only suffered a smashed hand. What arrogance. And what confidence this gives the Rattlers as they precisely clear out the ball, which is retrieved by Spitshine who flies wonderfully halfway up the field into the Worshippers' half. With the time nearly expired, what will happen?
Sadly the flame of hope is extinguished as Ghras Paingiver is freed up, and after blitzing and powing Spitshine to the ground, the snotling is knocked to the ground just short of the maximum distance he can run. Looks like 1-0 at half time but just enough time left for another marauder to get knocked out and Spitshine to get ideas above his station and try and pass the ball, tripping on the dodge and smashing his hand. Looks like the Rattlers will be without any snotlings in the second half.
At half time I nipped down to the refreshment stand. The catering wasn't quite of the calibre that I am used to, various blood based pies, some containing suspect meats or meat like material. I did try a nice local ale called 'The Two Headed Minotaur.' A lovely earthy taste with hints of hoof.
Back to the stands and the crowd are trying to raise the spirits of the ogres with a rendition of stadium favourite 'We Shall Ogrecome'. The boys on the pitch raised their heads, appreciating the crowds support. And truth be told things weren't looking too bad for the ogres. 1-0 down, yes, but 7-8 up in players on the pitch with the BMW's goblin forced to take the field as star elf is out injured. The singing of the crowd echoing off the stadium walls has clearly got the Worshippers rattled (haha) as the pseudo elf fumbbles the pick up, grabbing it before it hits the floor and rushing up to the halfway line to support Stonemuncher the Ancient. Who fails to remain on his feet as he knocks down Aitchison. A chance! Aitchison refuses to get to his feet. Still hope? Middlemast is counting blades of grass. Oh please don't embarass yourselves. But no, nothing that drastic as a reasonable recovery is made with Mackrell being free to blitz into Khras the Enslaved, however he is only pushed. And pushed into freedom as it looks like the ogres have left the south flank completely unprotected. Khras runs along the sidelines with GRaarzas and Flying Fred providing point cover. Then, in an attempt to get free, Grimhand blocks into the brick wall that is Lawrence. Grimhand's not going anywhere other than down on his arse. The Rattlers swarm the sideline, almost cutting off every escape route for the ball. But almost isn't enough when you're facing a player with elf blood and he prances through, daintily touching the ground with his toes, heading for the goal. Things look bleak for the ogres. Mackrell can tell and shuts down on the pitch leaving the pressure on Baker to push himself as much as he can to get the hit on the ball carrier, which he does but is unable to pry the ball lose and his momentum pushes Khras over the line for a 2-0 lead to the Black Monolith Worshippers.
Suddenly a figure leaps off the Black Monolith Worshipper's bech, wiggles his hand, wiggles his eyebrows and shakes his booty and a fireball flies across the pitch, engulfing the area around the ball. But when the smoke clears, both Mackrell and Middlemast are still standing, with only Pottinger removed as he is knocked out. The Worshippers feel like they have the advantage though as they engage fully with the Rattlers and scorer Dialor the Noble attempts to push Middlemast away from the ball. Foolish elf, he is lucky he only suffered a smashed hand. What arrogance. And what confidence this gives the Rattlers as they precisely clear out the ball, which is retrieved by Spitshine who flies wonderfully halfway up the field into the Worshippers' half. With the time nearly expired, what will happen?
Sadly the flame of hope is extinguished as Ghras Paingiver is freed up, and after blitzing and powing Spitshine to the ground, the snotling is knocked to the ground just short of the maximum distance he can run. Looks like 1-0 at half time but just enough time left for another marauder to get knocked out and Spitshine to get ideas above his station and try and pass the ball, tripping on the dodge and smashing his hand. Looks like the Rattlers will be without any snotlings in the second half.
At half time I nipped down to the refreshment stand. The catering wasn't quite of the calibre that I am used to, various blood based pies, some containing suspect meats or meat like material. I did try a nice local ale called 'The Two Headed Minotaur.' A lovely earthy taste with hints of hoof.
Back to the stands and the crowd are trying to raise the spirits of the ogres with a rendition of stadium favourite 'We Shall Ogrecome'. The boys on the pitch raised their heads, appreciating the crowds support. And truth be told things weren't looking too bad for the ogres. 1-0 down, yes, but 7-8 up in players on the pitch with the BMW's goblin forced to take the field as star elf is out injured. The singing of the crowd echoing off the stadium walls has clearly got the Worshippers rattled (haha) as the pseudo elf fumbbles the pick up, grabbing it before it hits the floor and rushing up to the halfway line to support Stonemuncher the Ancient. Who fails to remain on his feet as he knocks down Aitchison. A chance! Aitchison refuses to get to his feet. Still hope? Middlemast is counting blades of grass. Oh please don't embarass yourselves. But no, nothing that drastic as a reasonable recovery is made with Mackrell being free to blitz into Khras the Enslaved, however he is only pushed. And pushed into freedom as it looks like the ogres have left the south flank completely unprotected. Khras runs along the sidelines with GRaarzas and Flying Fred providing point cover. Then, in an attempt to get free, Grimhand blocks into the brick wall that is Lawrence. Grimhand's not going anywhere other than down on his arse. The Rattlers swarm the sideline, almost cutting off every escape route for the ball. But almost isn't enough when you're facing a player with elf blood and he prances through, daintily touching the ground with his toes, heading for the goal. Things look bleak for the ogres. Mackrell can tell and shuts down on the pitch leaving the pressure on Baker to push himself as much as he can to get the hit on the ball carrier, which he does but is unable to pry the ball lose and his momentum pushes Khras over the line for a 2-0 lead to the Black Monolith Worshippers.
Ogre of the Match
E. W. Middlemast
E. W. Middlemast
9
Charles Umpherston Aitchison
2
Gyles Mackrell
4
Samuel White Baker
3
Basil Eddis
3
Eldred Pottinger
7
William Cotton Oswell
5
John Laird Mair Lawrence
9
Grottleblagh
-
Spitshine
5
Scrubbalick
-
Much like Grottleblagh, barely on the pitch long enough to grade.
Ball Possession
Coach Sweep12121 on... Hannibal Ragtooth
"The single strongest sea-faring creature to ever take the pitch, Ragtooth is a force to be reckoned with.
Such sheer power brings with it a certain streak of contempt and Ragtooth can often be found toying with his prey on the pitch, chomping at them and after them in whichever direction he chooses. And then, when they try to dodge away he follows them, chomping at their heels for just fun!
Ragtooth is seen only intermittently with the Fins as he comes and goes as he chooses. The rumour is that he awaits a mighty land-faring beast with which to battle"
"The single strongest sea-faring creature to ever take the pitch, Ragtooth is a force to be reckoned with.
Such sheer power brings with it a certain streak of contempt and Ragtooth can often be found toying with his prey on the pitch, chomping at them and after them in whichever direction he chooses. And then, when they try to dodge away he follows them, chomping at their heels for just fun!
Ragtooth is seen only intermittently with the Fins as he comes and goes as he chooses. The rumour is that he awaits a mighty land-faring beast with which to battle"
Cost: 340k gp
4/6/2/9
Loner, Blood Lust, Break Tackle, Claw, Frenzy, Juggernaut, Pro, Shadowing, Sprint
Coach Sweep12121 on... Vin Ridfish
"The fastest player the Fins can call upon, Ridfish lives by the motto: ‘If you can’t Chomp ‘em, stab ‘em’.
Ridfish has been a pirate from an early age and such a lifestyle quickly resulted in him losing most of his teeth before hitting his 20’s, leading him to pursue a life of stabbing stuff instead.
Vin plays a bit-part with the Crimson Fins on the pitch, usually deployed when that extra speed is required or when the Cap’n makes a concerted effort to bother to come up with a pre-match plan involving threatening low-armoured opposition catchers."
Ed's note: We had an interview with Vin in our very first issue
"The fastest player the Fins can call upon, Ridfish lives by the motto: ‘If you can’t Chomp ‘em, stab ‘em’.
Ridfish has been a pirate from an early age and such a lifestyle quickly resulted in him losing most of his teeth before hitting his 20’s, leading him to pursue a life of stabbing stuff instead.
Vin plays a bit-part with the Crimson Fins on the pitch, usually deployed when that extra speed is required or when the Cap’n makes a concerted effort to bother to come up with a pre-match plan involving threatening low-armoured opposition catchers."
Ed's note: We had an interview with Vin in our very first issue
Cost: 140k gp
7/3/3/7
Loner, Diving Catch, Stab
Coach Sweep12121 on... Hysha ‘Hellfin’ Hammer
"One of very few Hammer-head Stromfels still left in the world, Haysha is blessed with a eye at the end of each side of her huge hammer-head nose giving her fantastic peripheral vision, but at the cost of any real direct forward facing vision.
This fact proved to her detriment on the pitch in her only match with the Fins so far when she was chasing after some dinner only to trip over a sea elf that was cowering directly in front of her.
With prey often flashing out as if from nowhere to either side of her, Haysha is known for her diving chomping approach and will likely be called up to the team again when that extra agility is needed."
"One of very few Hammer-head Stromfels still left in the world, Haysha is blessed with a eye at the end of each side of her huge hammer-head nose giving her fantastic peripheral vision, but at the cost of any real direct forward facing vision.
This fact proved to her detriment on the pitch in her only match with the Fins so far when she was chasing after some dinner only to trip over a sea elf that was cowering directly in front of her.
With prey often flashing out as if from nowhere to either side of her, Haysha is known for her diving chomping approach and will likely be called up to the team again when that extra agility is needed."
Cost: 260k gp
4/5/3/8
Loner, Blood Lust, Catch, Claw, Diving Tackle, Dodge, Frenzy, Jump Up
Coach Sweep12121 on... Hungry Joe
"One sick, banjo mother, Hungry Joe is accountable for more of the Fins’ CAS than half the Shark Monsters on the team, despite being involved in only 3 of the Fins’ matches to date.
Once he has an opponent grounded, Joe is as deadly, and arguably more disgusting, as any shark and sets to ripping chunks out of whatever presents itself with a flagrant disregard for any decorum or ‘the rules’.
Joe dictates when he turns out for the Fins and generally encounters little argument about it."
"One sick, banjo mother, Hungry Joe is accountable for more of the Fins’ CAS than half the Shark Monsters on the team, despite being involved in only 3 of the Fins’ matches to date.
Once he has an opponent grounded, Joe is as deadly, and arguably more disgusting, as any shark and sets to ripping chunks out of whatever presents itself with a flagrant disregard for any decorum or ‘the rules’.
Joe dictates when he turns out for the Fins and generally encounters little argument about it."
Cost: 190k gp
5/4/2/8
Loner, Always Hungry, Dirty Player
Grab, Wrestle
Coach Sweep12121 on... Slashnose Slickfin
"The result of a pretty serious breeding mishap between a Stromfels and a swordfish, Slickfin may be slightly smaller in statue than the rest of the giant shark monsters but boasts an incredible saw-nose which can be just as deadly as his teammates’ chompers.
Usually called upon when the Fins are up against low armoured opposition, Slickfin likes to carve opponents into fun-sized chunks for the Stromfels to gobble up as they roam around the pitch."
"The result of a pretty serious breeding mishap between a Stromfels and a swordfish, Slickfin may be slightly smaller in statue than the rest of the giant shark monsters but boasts an incredible saw-nose which can be just as deadly as his teammates’ chompers.
Usually called upon when the Fins are up against low armoured opposition, Slickfin likes to carve opponents into fun-sized chunks for the Stromfels to gobble up as they roam around the pitch."
Cost: 130k gp
4/4/2/9
Loner, Chainsaw, Secret Weapon
New Strigos, Sylvania: King Carol I enters the Elită team office.
KC: Coach, I feel like my time on the pitch is drawing to an end. My knee, it hurts so bad. My once invincible body is now filled with pain. I’ve not played a full game in 7 matches, and now will be unable to play at all in the next one. It will be the first game that I miss in the history of the team.
Coach: Your Highness, you are the most recognizable player in the League. You are the envy of all bashers. You are the nightmare of all Dashers. Every match we play in, they target you. They try to remove you from the game.
KC: And now with my knee feeling the way it does, it will likely just be easier for those cowards to harm me.
Coach: Leave it to me Sire. You take this next one off and get yourself rested and healed up as much as possible. In the meantime I will teach the team some new tactics. But you must also be willing to learn, and willing to play a bit more cautiously.
KC: WHAT??!?! CAUTIOUSLY!?!?!?! Me? You must be kidding!
Coach: No , I am not kidding. Quit exposing yourself to hits and fouls on almost every single turn, and I will teach the team to do a better job of protecting you. If everyone can learn and do their new job, then your career could continue on for seasons to come.
KC: We shall see. I will try this. The Blood Dragons shall feel my wrath and see the new and improved King Carol I. In the meantime, you get the team ready for the Hearthweru, it will be their first time going to battle without me. And upon my return we shall continue our dominance of the lowly Blood Dragons and that fledgling slayer, Draco.
Coach: Of course, Your highness, Right away sir!
The coach hurries out of the office. The King limps to his Sarcophagus, and resigns for the rest of the night. Just before closing the lid, one could hear him murmur, "Signing off from Carol I Blood Bowl League"
Shortly after this transcript reached Scribbl offices, we received word that Strigos Elită had officialy revoked their franchise license and would be disbanding at the end of Spring. They will be missed, none more so than King Carol I, arguably the face of CIBBL. Raise a glass.
Spot the Ball
In this recent match between the Court of Shu and the Red Mountain Flame Callers, the teams lost track of the ball. Where do you think it is? Which team has the advantage? Which players are playing for which team?
To compliment (that's our word of the day: it means either one of the things your dad never gave your mum or goes well with, like blood and grass) the Elită article earlier in this issue, we present a Strigos themed wordsearch. If you rearrange all of the letters that are not part of one of the words it will spell out a famous saying. Recite this three times into the mirror to receive your prize.
You're big fans of Lashweaver, right? The immortal Taker of Souls? You know the one. Why not get your parents or guardians to help you cut out this mask and attach some elastic to it so you can wear it. Then, when they're not looking, pocket the scissors or knife that they used. Now you can go out with your friends and re-enact some of Lashweaver's finer moments. Remember that any blood you spill is in honour of the Gods and Slaanesh very much approves. No matter what anyone else says.
In this recent match between the Court of Shu and the Red Mountain Flame Callers, the teams lost track of the ball. Where do you think it is? Which team has the advantage? Which players are playing for which team?
To compliment (that's our word of the day: it means either one of the things your dad never gave your mum or goes well with, like blood and grass) the Elită article earlier in this issue, we present a Strigos themed wordsearch. If you rearrange all of the letters that are not part of one of the words it will spell out a famous saying. Recite this three times into the mirror to receive your prize.
You're big fans of Lashweaver, right? The immortal Taker of Souls? You know the one. Why not get your parents or guardians to help you cut out this mask and attach some elastic to it so you can wear it. Then, when they're not looking, pocket the scissors or knife that they used. Now you can go out with your friends and re-enact some of Lashweaver's finer moments. Remember that any blood you spill is in honour of the Gods and Slaanesh very much approves. No matter what anyone else says.
As we're heading into closing stretch of the spring season, a lot of divisions are becoming tense at the top. Resident pundit and salsa lover, Nabster, casts his beady eyes over the upcoming match ups which tickle his fancy. Oooh er.
The final match of the Elfball region right here, a win for either team will win the entire division
The knotted mess of who wins what from this competition is labyrinthian in itself, every single team in the division has a shot here.
One good win here from the Congregation will leave them out of reach of any other teams before the 5th round, or could set the Mules up to swipe the Gold out from under them
In the division of only draws the one team that actually won a game is king. Lords of Silent Death have a chance to scupper the prospects of the Cult before they win the division for a 2nd year running.
Don't be fooled, this is the final right here, nothing matters as much as a win for either team here would.
Spite Reach Corsairsversus Doom Glade Demons
The final match of the Elfball region right here, a win for either team will win the entire division
Tor Anroc Anglers versus Sartosa Black Flags
The knotted mess of who wins what from this competition is labyrinthian in itself, every single team in the division has a shot here.
Congregation of the Holy Touchdown versus Reik River Kicking Mules
One good win here from the Congregation will leave them out of reach of any other teams before the 5th round, or could set the Mules up to swipe the Gold out from under them
Lords of Silent Death versus Secret Cult of Shiamoto
In the division of only draws the one team that actually won a game is king. Lords of Silent Death have a chance to scupper the prospects of the Cult before they win the division for a 2nd year running.
True Roots of Khaine versus Darkenwood Sentinels
Don't be fooled, this is the final right here, nothing matters as much as a win for either team here would.
Deep in the heart of every Scribbler, young or old, elf or dwarf, lurks a heart filled with BANTS. It is hard to explain exactly what defines us BANTERS but now there's a place where we can gather: The Bloodweiser Amateur National Tournament Series
This is an open league played using SL (with CIBBL edits if applicable) and BB2016 rosters. So if you feel you have time on your hands, BANTS in your heart and a love for bullsh*t on the pitch then head over to our group page and have a look.
Each season lasts for 14 days and the first season is underway already, due to finish on the 15 August. This season has no special rules but later seasons will have either limitations on the teams which can enter or special rules for the teams. For example, season 2 requires at least one frenzy player to be present on each team. Later seasons may include Dirty Player being given to every lineman position or other such nonsense.
The benefits of being an open league with short seasons is that you can dip in and out as you have time. Got a week off work and looking for some games? Play some BANTS! A bye in CIBBL this round? Play some BANTS! Considering changing teams and want a couple of game to see if the new team is really what you want? Play some BANTS!
All of the rosters in our ruleset are created when there is demand for the team so if this takes your fancy join us on discord here and have a chat before creating a team.
This is an open league played using SL (with CIBBL edits if applicable) and BB2016 rosters. So if you feel you have time on your hands, BANTS in your heart and a love for bullsh*t on the pitch then head over to our group page and have a look.
Each season lasts for 14 days and the first season is underway already, due to finish on the 15 August. This season has no special rules but later seasons will have either limitations on the teams which can enter or special rules for the teams. For example, season 2 requires at least one frenzy player to be present on each team. Later seasons may include Dirty Player being given to every lineman position or other such nonsense.
The benefits of being an open league with short seasons is that you can dip in and out as you have time. Got a week off work and looking for some games? Play some BANTS! A bye in CIBBL this round? Play some BANTS! Considering changing teams and want a couple of game to see if the new team is really what you want? Play some BANTS!
All of the rosters in our ruleset are created when there is demand for the team so if this takes your fancy join us on discord here and have a chat before creating a team.
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