Coach Xerwox
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Black as the flood, black as our blood,
for glory and corn and a death in the mud!
- the chant of the Yfel men.
for glory and corn and a death in the mud!
- the chant of the Yfel men.
In the Valley of Omber, where the waters run dark, no green ever thrives on the dead tree‘s bark.
The sun shines wanly and the hills eat the light, the wind howls tiredly through the ruined towers high.
The sun shines wanly and the hills eat the light, the wind howls tiredly through the ruined towers high.
Far in the south of fair Bretonia lay a small province located around the Valley of the Omber river, known as the Vale of Yfel. On the steep mountain range towering over the river that divides the valley, the Lords of the Vale have built their high castles, crumbling over centuries of mismanagement, blackened with the fire of uprisings and the foul waters that roar through the deep beneath them.
Flowing from the Black Pond, a fountain steeped in legends, located somewhere in the mountains north of the valley , the Omber river's wicked currents wind through the hills of the Yfel Vale, where trees bear no fruit and the cattle and peasants look strange and sickly alike.
No good men are born south of the Black Pond, a saying goes. And as the fields don't yield enough crops to feed the vicious inhabitants, their violent nature and their high lords' quest for glory led these Bretonians to the Blood Bowl tournaments in the East. High prizes and an honorable death on the Blood Bowl pitches of the Empire attract these new contestants from far Bretonia and they come with all the dirty tricks a life in the Vale of Yfel bestows upon you.
Players ̶s̶̶o̶̶o̶̶n̶̶ ̶̶t̶̶o̶̶ ̶̶b̶̶e̶̶ ̶̶p̶̶r̶̶e̶̶s̶̶e̶̶n̶̶t̶̶e̶̶d̶̶.̶
Flowing from the Black Pond, a fountain steeped in legends, located somewhere in the mountains north of the valley , the Omber river's wicked currents wind through the hills of the Yfel Vale, where trees bear no fruit and the cattle and peasants look strange and sickly alike.
No good men are born south of the Black Pond, a saying goes. And as the fields don't yield enough crops to feed the vicious inhabitants, their violent nature and their high lords' quest for glory led these Bretonians to the Blood Bowl tournaments in the East. High prizes and an honorable death on the Blood Bowl pitches of the Empire attract these new contestants from far Bretonia and they come with all the dirty tricks a life in the Vale of Yfel bestows upon you.
Players ̶s̶̶o̶̶o̶̶n̶̶ ̶̶t̶̶o̶̶ ̶̶b̶̶e̶̶ ̶̶p̶̶r̶̶e̶̶s̶̶e̶̶n̶̶t̶̶e̶̶d̶̶.̶
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