Within the fanciest tent of the high elf camp, ex-linesman and new appointed assistant coach Riflendin was conversing with the fanciest bed in the camp (and probably the province).
"Sir, won't you please consider making an appearance at practice, its been days..."
"No. I like it under here. There are no orcs"
Rifeldin looked over at his fellow ex-linesman Leonas, who was still on crutches after the unfortunate meeting with a black orc. Leonas just looked back at him hopelessly.
"The team needs your leaderships sir, Khalendon and Fereldes and currently stalking the town challenging random people to honor duels, the linesmen have been drunk for days on end and Talendon was last seen going into town in the company of several human women."
"I don't care! None of it matters! We lost. We aren't winners anymore..."
Little refined sobs started to come out from under the bed.
"Sir, it was just the second match of the season..."
"Only the second match?! Do you know, that as of this moment there are Goblins that look down on me?! Goblins!"
Rifelden was wishing that the High Coach hadn't taken the liquor chest under with him when he retreated to his refuge. If he started on the goblin rant now it would be hours before they could get anything else out of him.
"Sir, why don't we go somewhere to take your mind off of this? I hear that there is some kind of exhibition match happening nearby soon. Why not go have a look at two non-elven teams, eh?
It would help remind you of why they're inferior..."
The bed was silent for a moment.
"....as long as its a bloody match"
"Sir?"
"I bloody match a said! I want to see non-elves getting smashed!"
Later, at the field..
"So Rifeldin, who is playing?"
"Orcs vs Ogres sir, both new but very violent looking"
"Good, good"
Remtharion was walking past the team dugouts with his two assistant coaches, as well as the two errant blitzers, who had been found about to pick a fight with two human blitzers from some kind of criminal gang.
As Remtharion went to climb the stairs to the V.I.P seats, a shadow loomed over him.
"Yes?" said Remtharion, looking up into the face of a disturbingly ugly ogre.
"You da boss?" asked the orge eying him up and down
"What are you talking about, ogre?" said Remtharion in a confident tone, whilst desperately signaling to the blitzers to protect him.
"You look like what dey said da boss would look like." said the ogre "Yoor small and 'ave a fancy hat. Close enuff. Whats da plan?"
"You're an ogre. I assume your plan would be to hit them until stop getting up"
"Huh. I like dat plan. You a good boss"
The ogre stomped over to his three friends
"Empty out the sack ov snottlings lets go! Da boss has a Jenus plan!"
That Match started off with the ogres reviving. The ogres proceeded to smash their way up the left flank, shoving two blitzers and a black orc into the crowd and K.Oing two other black orcs. When the ogres cage started to get too full of orces, a snot quickly made three dodges and managed to stall out a turn on the goal line before scoring
The orcs then revived with two turns to score and surprised the ogres by charging rapidly up one of the sides. The orcs almost managed to score an early equalizer, but the blizer was marked by an ogre and failed to dodge away.
The second half started, with the orcs main drive. The ogres tried to ram up the cage, but a failed snot dodge left the ogre marking the ball carrier open to a two-die block and the orcs were able to tie down the orges in the middle and send a blitzer down the side with the ball.
The orc was about to score, when an ogre puch his friend free who then ran over to a snot, picked it up, and threw it at the orc! The snot landed in ranged and, to the awe of the crowd, the ogres and even the orcs, heroically blitzed the Orc ball carrier. The orc blitzer then looked down at the snotling gnawing on his ankles, saluted its bravery, then stomped it easily into the pitch and scored.
The score was 1-1 with the ogres receiving , but with two turns to go the orcs were threatening the snotling ball carrier and so the ogres made a risky decision to the throw the snot, a decision which ended with a K.Oed snotling and the ball in orc hands, who managed to run it in on their last turn.
The Ogres set up for one last throw teammate attempt, which sadly wasn't to be as the ball landed so it was just one square to far for a hand-off. Kaptin Dethpaw, the captain of the team then show off for the crowd by final managing a badly hurt on a black orc, which was celebrated by Mr. Startbrain throwing a snottling at an orc for the hell of it.
Orcs were always going to be a rough start for an orge team with AV9 everywhere making it hard to inflict Casualties, while the orcs smashed up the snottlings in short order, leaving the ogres undermanned for the majority of the match. With a few more snotlings having been ordered, the Ogres and their new coach, Remtharion, feel that upcoming matches against elves of all non-evil flavors and some knornate death-cultists should go much better.
Thanks to Coach Dubbs for a fun match.
(I wasn't sure it was worth it to create a second team blog for the Ogres as they may well only play 5 matches, depending how things go, but I wanted to comment on their Matches so a put them in here)
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