Twas a bright Autumn day in the wastes as the good fellows of The Club sat in in the executive both, with good cheer and fine brandy flowing watching their HEROES run the pants off some upstart hobgoblins.
Laughs were had, spirits were high until and a glorious long ball was thrown, spiraling deep into the opposition territory. And then it fell harmlessly to the ground with the Lion Warrior still staring into the sun looking for a clue.
And then the crunch was heard by all.
The laughs had stopped. The cheer had dissipated. Monocles were lowered. The brandy in the gold gilded cut crystal balloons had gone still.
The members held their breath, for one of the favourites was trying vainly to rise to their feet, his ankle clearly twisted in a manner most foul as the medic rushed on to the field.
And then he was still. So very, very still.
A murmur went through the crowd. A legend had fallen, and this day had somehow darkened.
The score no longer mattered, the coaches attention turned to more important matters; the organising of (another) journeyman, the hiring of a new player & subsequent training plan, and notifying the widow that her husband's neck had somehow been broken due to complications with a sprained ankle.
"There has to be something that we can do to protect these fellows". Professor Daudy remarked "These HEROES bring such joy to the common people, and to have a day end like this is so... Regrettable."
It's just the way they're built" offered Professor Semitenece, "I don't mean to be racist, but it's a known fact that for all their agility - elves have an Achilles zone, a weak spot if you will, located somewhere between the instep and the forehead."
"Well, something has to be done, no-one like to watch someone murdered on a blood bowl field. It's just not family entertainment". Daudy added.
"There was that red-headed chap last month" Doctor DustBunny interjected, not one to mince words.
Daudy countered "Yes but that hardly counts, he was a referee. My point is that we should support these HEROES follows, since they formed at the start of the season interest has piqued and the game has been better for it."
"But something is missing, they're just not living up to their potential. We've had week after week of lesion, laceration and amputation, punctuated by the occasional excellence in scoring. It should be the other way around." DustBunny sceptically added, polishing his monocle.
"Undoubtedly." Daudy agreed "They seem to be mortally challenged. They're loved by the people, but they should be idolised. Ballads should be written. Songs should be sung. HEROES should be immortalised"
"But they'll hardly amount to anything if the go around dying all day. You can't argue with those facts" Semitence said reaching for his top hat. The game today was approaching an end
DustBunny thought hard, Daudy's wisdom providing the inspiration for a deeper thought on the matter. "I feel there's something that we could be doing, should be doing. What is it that HEROES need to be great? Methinks you're right, something else needs to be present in the SWL."
"If only there was a way to gain information on how the inner workings of how a blood bowl players body functions. If someone could collate the information, and conduct a study, for academic purposes of course." Semitence mused.
"Such research would need to be considerable and exhaustive. A cursory look would not suffice; we'd probably need to form some sort of official institute." DustBunny concluded.
Brows were furrowed. Glances were exchanged. Long moustaches were twirled in deep thought. The silence was deafening until a voice came from the rear of the clubhouse
"Noble scholars, we have the technology! Such a virtuous undertaking has to be done, and if it falls to us to give the HEROES what they need to be great, than that is a burden we must carry. No-one is better suited than us, we've taken the last 2 Trials of Blood and between us we've only lost 1 game this season" Doctor Chavo added.
In that moment a purpose was born and glasses were raised to an illustrious honourable cause.
And then the crunch was heard by all.
Eyes turned back to the game as the referee lay motionless on the pitch.
And they laughed and laughed and laughed...
2516 BobOrc Cup
Jose Rodriguez Retired due to AG Bust Game 4
Felicia Tigre Killed Game 4 with Apoth assistance returned for more examination.
Andromache from Round 2 Match
Deinomache III from Round 2 Match