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Episode III, A New Hob
Roster [L] Hobgoblin Slavers

"So much death. What can Hobs do against such reckless hate?"

The young hobgoblin watched in horror as his friends fell on the field. So many injured, lost, or simply demoralized. They had failed. He had gathered the strongest he could find, and they were still too weak to overcome. He knew he couldn't face them again; so he chose exile.

Years of wandering passed. With no direction and nothing but his shadow to keep him company, he learned to live alongside it; stealing, sneaking, and killing to survive. He no longer had the strength he once had, but he could exist in darkness, and he embraced it. He was eventually caught, by a large, burly creature he knew as an orc in the other world. He begged for death, a chance to start over again, but instead, his worst fears were realized as he was enslaved by this orc and his brethren. He was once again fodder for the stronger races.

One day, while taking one of the few work breaks he had, he watched the orcs pull out a football and toss it around. They fumbled it easily; not the most nimble race, he knew. What a bunch of buffoons, he thought, and he chuckled to himself. Another orc noticed him. "YOU THINK FUNNY, LITTLE SQUIRT?!" All the orcs turned to him. The one holding the ball looked absolutely furious.

"YOU NO LAUGH AT US HOB. LAUGH AT THIS!"

The orc threw the ball, full force, at the young goblins face. Right as it was about to connect, he turned and snatched the ball from the air, diving out of the way as the closest orc reached for him. He easily maneuvered through his jailors, until they all collapsed from fatigue. He knew he'd received some repercussions from this, but as one of them got to his feet, he was surprised: "Little squirt can play. We need fast slaves to win tournament. You play for us."

"Why should I play for you? What if I refuse?"

"You no refuse. You stay here if you refuse. You play good, you get money. You get fame. But you play bad, you get injured on field, or you die. Then we throw you away anyway."

"I know how the game works. I've played before."

"Good. Now you come with us. Maybe little squirt not all useless."

Maybe not. He surely wasn't as strong anymore, but he had a different set of skills now, and he wasn't going to live out the rest of his life this way.

It was time to face the crowd again.
New Team Page Beta
Player Ma St Ag Av Skills Inj G Cp Td It Cs Mvp SPP Cost  
1
Grog'nah the Stupid
Troll
4 5 1 9
Always Hungry, Loner, Mighty Blow, Really Stupid, Regeneration, Throw Team-Mate
Guard
   2 0 0 0 1 1 7/16 130k
(110+20)k
  
2
Shagog Bonescraper
Black Orc Blocker
4 4 2 9
Animosity
   2 0 0 0 0 0 0/6 80k
(80+0)k
  
3
Raz'dug the Mighty
Black Orc Blocker
4 4 2 9
Animosity
   2 0 0 0 1 0 2/6 80k
(80+0)k
  
4
Shakh the Eater
Black Orc Blocker
4 4 2 9
Animosity
   2 0 0 0 0 0 0/6 80k
(80+0)k
  
5
Guruk Firebreather
Black Orc Blocker
4 4 2 9
Animosity
Block
   2 0 0 0 1 1 7/16 100k
(80+20)k
  
6
Hobgarth, the Unseen
Sneaky Git
6 3 3 7
Dodge, Sneaky Git, Stab
   2 1 0 0 1 0 3/6 80k
(80+0)k
  
7
Hobgeoffrey, the Fallen
Sneaky Git
6 3 3 7
Dodge, Sneaky Git, Stab
Block
   2 0 3 0 0 0 9/16 100k
(80+20)k
  
8
Hobgideon
Hobgoblin
6 3 3 7   2 0 0 0 0 0 0/6 40k
(40+0)k
  
9
Hobgarett
Hobgoblin
6 3 3 7   2 0 0 0 1 0 2/6 40k
(40+0)k
  
10
Hobgendry, the Assassin
Sneaky Git
6 3 3 7
Dodge, Sneaky Git, Stab
   0 0 0 0 0 0 0/6 80k
(80+0)k
  
11
Hobgeraldine
Hobgoblin
6 3 3 7   2 0 0 0 0 0 0/6 40k
(40+0)k
  
12
Hobgerard, the Dauntless
Sneaky Git
6 3 3 7
Dodge, Sneaky Git, Stab
   1 0 0 0 0 0 0/6 80k
(80+0)k
  
12 players  
Coach: matshaver Re-Rolls (120k): 3  
Race: Hobgoblin Slavers Fan Factor: 2  
Current Team Value: 1180k Assistant Coaches: 0  
Treasury: 0k Cheerleaders: 0  
Team Value: 1180k Apothecary: Yes  

Games Played:2 (1/1/0) |TD Diff:2 (3 - 1) |Cas Diff:4 (3/0/2 - 0/1/0)
Last Opponent: Vulnerable to Life