Let me tell you who I am, on the chance that these scribblings do survive...
I am Murgen, Standardbearer of the Bleak Seasons, though I bear the shame of having lost the Standard in battle. I am keeping these Annals because the coach is dead, Shraaaag won't, and hardly anyone else can read or write. I will be your guide for however long it takes the other teams to force our present predicament to its inevitable end....
The Bleak Seasons knows little of its origins. The last surviving Blood Bowl team out of Khatovar, its records goes back centuries, though the first centuries of their history has been lost. People come and go, but the Bleak Seasons remains. It has evolved into a ruthless effective mercenary unit, willing to work for the highest bidder. But individually the members can recognize true evil when they see it, and often they try to manipulate the situation to mitigate the worst outcomes. Morality often conflicts with the 'honor' system of the mercenaries to hold true to their employer.
The wind whines and howls with bitter breath. Lightning snarls and barks. Rage is an animate force in Åsgard. Even shadows are afraid. At the heart of the league stands a vast grey stadium, unknown, older than any written memory. One ancient tower has collapsed across the field. From the heart of the pitch comes a great deep slow heat like that of a slumbering world-heart, cracking the olden silence. Death is eternity, eternity is stone, stone is silence. Stone cannot speak, but stone remembers. So begins the next movement of Bleak Seasons into Åsgard.
We eight remained at the crossroad, watching the dust settling over Åsgard. Even irrepressible Shraaaag was stricken by the finality of the hour. It was time for contemplation, the final emotional milemark of an era.
Then there was no more dust. They were gone. Birds began to sing, so still did we remain. The end has come. The parting is done. Some left, some died. The Bleak Seasons remained, beaten but not defeated. Soon we will gather again, and purge these lands.
The old ones are dead, noone left of the original team. We are down to 4 players. Another cup another thrashing. Will the few left come back after this defeat?