(Nandorins is grateful for their team logo - made by Qaz)
Nandorin is the language of the Nandor, those Telerin Elves who broke from the Great Journey east of the Misty Mountains. This team is formed by descendants of the Nandors and the name is an honour to their old tongue. The meaning of Nandor says to be; “Those, who turns around”, but on the pitch this team never turns around, they only know one way, forward!
Catch, +MA, Nerves Of Steel, Dodge, Block, Side Step, Jump Up, Pass Block
Other coaches about the Nandorins: Istarios: This team (Nandorins) is everenduring. I've seen their players die time after time and still this team always manage to spring back up to face new challengers from all races. The Nandorins have a collective "jump up" skill.
Mr_Wizard: The Nandorins are a classic fumbbl team and deserve the win! (After Nandorins won the Fumbbl Cup IV).
Synn: I think that is why you get so lucky on your aging rolls...... due to good karma accumulated by your willingness to play all challenges (From a discussion about many Elf-teams only playing other Elves).
Hello FUMBBL fans and we have a big event going on this afternoon on the Row. 25 pubs and bars have decided today is Nandorin day!!!!
Celebrating the Nandorins return to the greatest Major on FUMBBL. Seems that these pub/bar owners are trying to bring back the old traditions of the FUMBBL Cup. Where the tournament was more civilized and gentlemanly. The fans are linning the streets waiting for the parade the will usher in the Nandorins into the second round.
Yes my neophyte young friends, when you where still sucking on your mama's titty the FUMBBL Cup was actually going on. It was a by gone era were teams were treated with repsect, dignity and the teams were held in high regard. It was a glorious time in FUMBBL history, before the dark times, before CRP.
The Nandorins were the class act, the top dog, the team that ruled them all but alas, ageing rolls and the dreaded niggle caught up to them. For that one glorious season though they paraded down the Row and the laurels where thrown at their feet. The fans cheered and there was much pride in this glorious team of High Elves.
But now is the time to rise up!!!! Today they once again parade down the Row. The Laurels of victory thrown at their feet. The fans rise up in unison and cheer for the team that is now grey in beard and walks with canes and wheelchairs. They cry for the by gone years of glory and honor. The fans deeply desire that the Nandorins can rise up once again, give them one last glimpse of the past, a deep desire to remind them that the "good" guys can come out on top one more time.
I see at the end of the Parade there is a nice renunion planned at the Platinum Crown pub. Where the alumni of the Nandorins will meet up with their old rivals the Blood Falcons who they defeated in FUMBBL Cup IV. A gripping FUMBBL Cup when it was only a 32 teams affair. Oh, the nostaglia of the bye gone days when teams would enter finals with a TR over 7000, those were the days my friends.
I have to say, I stand here on a street corner and see all these senior citizens waving their old Nandorin banners, Wearing their beer stained Nandorin game day jerseys, waving the out of style team penants, grand parents holding grand children on their shoulders to see the team walk the Row. It almost brings a tear to my eye.
Then my jaded sided takes over and I walk into the Rusty Trident bar where all the CPOMB teams hang out and wish the Nandorins would get face planted into the pitch and finally, once and for all be decimated and finally retired.