Blood Bowl: The Minor Leagues

[exalted]

Trumpets flare and the city is alive in celebrations. Every tavern and inn is standing room only and many parties spill over into the streets to mingle and make merry. The main thoroughfare is packed beyond capacity as eager fans jostle to catch a mere glimpse at a star. A strange diversity permeates the crowd, a mix of races normally bitter enemies, barred from ever crossing into each others civilisations under pain of death, mingle and make cheer freely on this day. This is Blood Bowl, the normal rules do not apply as the code of game supersedes the status quo. Bitter sworn enemies are given safe passage to very heart of kingdoms, a duty held so sacred that even the most malicious would not dare break the pact for fear of what his own would do to him; but today is different.

There is a different vibe in the air, things are changing in the great game and that change has started here. A new stadium stands proud over the old, antiquated, and run down arena that used to house the contest of wills. Two new teams will call the city home, two teams that break the status quo of game. Two teams that represent the best and worst of game, a gathering of races to play as one.

On the main street decadent, opulent carriages roll past adoring masses, pulled by the finest of steeds while dances twirl and fling themselves to maintain the excitement. Each carriage contains a name at the tip of every fans tongue, more familiar than their own families. Grim Ironjaw, Horkon Heartripper, Morg 'n' Thorg and Thrud the Barbarian but to name a few of stars attracted by gold on offer.

But that is not you. You were not furnished with lavish travel arrangements and had to make your own way here. Sure you were given a piece of paper, a contract granting you safe travel on the roads and a pittance to help pay for a simple meal here and there. No fans screaming your names welcome you at the side gates you have to enter through, you'd be surprised if any of the screaming Blood Bowl addicts even knew your name... yet. But there is something about you, something someone saw and decided was worth the risk to give you a shot at reaching 'The Show' one day. No longer an amateur playing the game for mere fun you can now say you earn your living playing the game, and every pro had to come up through the minors at some point.

Reaching you destination, the rear security gate of the stadium, you flash you papers to the guards who let you into the compound, putting a solid fence between you and the frothing masses. Before you stands the giant new stadium carved from stones carried from far away. The sounds of activity echo out of the grand coliseum, practise and try outs have already commenced while at the front you can see Bob Bifford and Jim Johnson interviewing the arriving stars.

You a few minutes before you need to check and begin try outs.

[Gorbaz]

Melaine wasn't surprised when all the crowds were pressing forward and cheering for the star players. Hell, if she hadn't signed up to play herself, she'd have been right there along with them, screaming and waving her hands in the vain hope that an eye would be cast her way. Maybe then she'd get the chance to live the life of a superstar without even having to try. As it was, that was not her fate, although it wasn't something that she was upset about, oh not at all! It was just another way to get closer to the stars - a lot closer!

The rest of her team were there alongside her, moving into the stadium. They were all green players, fresh out of the fields and up for getting out on the astrogranite, but there were a few that caught her eye. The northman for a start, armoured up in such a way as to be uncertain if he was going to partake in a game, or in a war somewhere. Props to him for wearing a full suit of armour and still being able to run around a pitch for 90 minutes, or at least thinking that he can. There was that other elf, preening tree-hugging, body-painting dance troupe wannabe who, it seemed, was there in order to earn cash for those rare pigments. Melaine ran a hand through her own hair, shaking a couple of strands loose - she was *far* better looking, anyway! Then, of course, there was the team's "big man" or, in this case, sapling. A female treeman was a rare enough sight, and this one looked to be constantly in good spirits. Of course, knowing her genetic cousins like she did, Melaine reckoned that the sapling had come along with the painted girl, and would probably spend most time supporting themselves.

There were other players, of course, but none seemed quite as interesting as those three.

They all moved into the stadium together, and it was at that point when her sly and icy demeanour cracked as, up ahead were not only Jim and Bob, whom she had listened to for *hours* on end, but also all those star players! Just out of reach by virtue of their public standing (and a fence), she couldn't help but get starry-eyed, stop in her tracks, and squeal to herself as her hero walked up to the pair, large keg of brew under one arm, tap the microphone, and wondering off - probably to find a suitable tankard.

[MelissaB]

Elivia looks around at the crowds, they weren't for her and she was sort of okay with that at least for now, but she longed to be cheered to hear her name on the lips of those fans screaming her name, falling in love with her as she dances across the blood bowl pitch, dodging and weaving around the pitch.

Making her way towards the arena for try outs she sums up some personal courage and desire to progress making her way into the field her eyes drifting around the others alongside her, the white elf making her smirk, the act of brushing her hair to make it more natural and appealing just after gazing at her made her laugh a little. "Someone's intimidated." She chuckles to herself before glancing at the treewoman walking along her legs placing confidently before the other her hips swaying back and forth for any watching her before draping a hand on the ent's bark almost feeling at home just by the touch before nodding at her with a smile. "Glad to see one of the forest with as well." She calls up to her before looking around they had time to kill and she wanted to get warmed up, sighing she begins stretching and poising herself for the vigorous exercise about to begin.

[GoodnightNinja]

Every season of Blood Bowl was weird. And for many reasons. From events like a goblin team trying to play without cheating, to Cabalvision showing an entire game in slow motion. This year was already shaping up to be no exception, as a new team had been brought in to the minors. Not weird? True, but it was the who and what of the team that had people talking, if even just a little. A halfling had assembled a rag-tag team of irregulars, with seemingly no thought as to balance or team chemistry. A dark elf and a wood elf on the same team would be preposterous at any juncture, but this team was filled with such oddities. Another oddity was the team's treeman. While no Halfling team was without a pair of trees to hold the front line and throw Halflings, this one was distinctly shorter. Practically a sapling in treeman regards, sporting a canopy of gold and amber maple leaves, and two sapphire gemstones that were polished to an impeccable shine for eyes.

While maybe some thought that the small size might lead to the tree being a bit faster than the plodding giant constructs, she was proving to be as every bit as slow as the rest, while she meandered about the pitch with a look of wonder and happiness. She felt a small, dainty hand rest itself on her hip, which prompted her to arch her neck as she looked down to see the elf woman who'd come up to greet her. "Ohhh, hellooo..." She slowly cracked a cheery smile, her right hand swaying back and forth in greeting as well. "...there little..." Her voice may have been cheery and bright, but like any treeman, she was slow an deliberate with her words and pronunciation (a trait that often caused the less long-lived races a lot of impatient irritation, including elves.) "Elf. Hoowww..." She spoke as the elven woman began to stretch herself out, limbering up for the activities that were about to happen. "Aaare yoouu?"

Was she done speaking yet?... Maybe?... Yeah. Yeah, done. Phew.

[RavenLord]

Solus moved with a determination and purpose that immediately set him apart from those around him. Clad in full warplate and standing a head and shoulders above almost everyone around him, it was hard not to notice the imposing warrior. Many that did gave wide berth to Solus, careful not to get too close. In return they were ignored by the northern warrior and not violently thrown aside like the few poor sods that made mistake of getting in his way. Only few of his teammates, Solus did not write off as a meatshields after a single glance. First one was the treewoman who drew his attention with her size and strength, probably the only player on his new team that was stronger than him. The wood elf and dark elf compared to her were almost after like after notes but Solus knew just how annoying and frustrating opponents elves could be thanks to their speed and nimbleness. They were also pleasing to the eye, their half naked bodies stoking the lusts of every men around them. It was certainly going to be a new experience, playing along with such teammates.

As Solus finally came to a stop and took in the fresh Stadium before him, he couldn't help but feel like a marauder on his first raid, eager and excited. He saw the many arriving stars and heard the crowd chanting their names. He felt the emotion and power of their adulating voices wash over him, tainted by the knowledge that it was not for him. "That's going to change." warrior promised himself. No matter how many players he had to break or how many mangled bodies he had to leave on the pitch, Solus was going to be a star player. And one day, those same crowds would cheer for him. Then even the gods would know his name. This was his ambition, his goal, the reason Solus accepted that puny halfling's offer and not crushed his skull. For fame and fortune.

It was going to be a long road, filled with danger and death, yet all Solus could feel at that moment was anticipation and a need to dish out some violence.

[exalted]

As motley as your group looks you head for the tunnel under the stands that leads to the field only to find your way blocked by four shadowy figures in the dark.

"An' wha do we have 'ere?" The booming voice of Morg n' Thorg the Orge echoes around the tunnel.

"Time for the little children to get lost," Horkon Heartripper quips as he leans nonchalantly against the wall, "Or are you our new cheer leading section?"

"This one can polish Thrud's balls," The Barbarian pokes Elivia non to gently in the chest with his meaty hands as he leers down her top.

"I dinnae know that bonfires delivered themselves these days," Grim Ironjaw the dwarf scowls at the Maple, "Let me get my axe and I'll start on the kindling."

Before anything more comes to a head there's a soft hiss, a thud and Ironjaw is face down on the floor, a ball rocks gently back and forth on it's spikes beside him. You feel a presence beside you and see you have been joined by another, an Elf, tossing another ball back and forth between his hands.

The elf is dressed in a simple white rough spun tunic and trousers, a black leather vest other the top and his dark hair cropped in a short Mohawk.

"That will be quite enough," A shrill voice pierces your ears.

Turning around you see another elf standing at the tunnel entrance, layered in opulent robes that still somehow reveal ample amounts of cleavage and leg. It's hard not to miss Vulas Heleneiros, the owner of the All Stars and Daggins ex-wife, or the scowl she gives you.

"The kiddy pool is that way," She points to passageway that splits from the tunnel.

With little option, other than to argue with co-owner of the franchise on your first day, you follow the winding passage and find yourselves outside again, looking at the playing field of the old stadium. The field is alive with activity, with players warming up and running drills while coaching staff take notes.

Walking around the pitch you see Mr Daggins himself conversing with a cantankerous looking dwarf with a beard longer than himself.

On the pitch you see drills have been laid out for throwing, running and catching, while off to the side several tackle sleds are in use. A brief count reveals there are at least 20 players already down on the pitch, meaning some are going to be going home today with nothing.

Vulas Heleneiros:

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[MelissaB]

Smirking up at the tree she nods. "I'm fine thank you, little excited for the day a head." She comments before looking around and seeing the more starring bunch come over, glaring at them she waits for a moment before nodding, she should of expected this much from the more venerated stars of Blood bowl to welcome them like this though when Thrud jabs at her chest she hisses and poises herself to fight, her eyes glaring at him. "Try that again and I'll knock you on your ass oaf." She comments angrily before their squabble is halted before it ever truly began.

Glancing back she moves to say something but doesn't she nods and heads off to find the kiddy pool as they called it. Entering the new pitch she looks around and frowns before smiling eager to get in on the drills she runs off, gracefully gaining distance on her fellows and rushing to the throw and catching exercises to get involved and throw the ball back and forth.

[Gorbaz]

It was all too much to take. He was standing right there, only an arm's length away, and just as impressive up close as far away. Melaine's entire world vanished as she stood there, gazing up at her hero, and completely blanking everything else going on. Her hands went up to her mouth as she let out another little squeal. Even when he started prodding the wardancer's chest, her eyes kept sparkling, and a stupid grin played on her face.

Melaine barely even noticed when everyone else moved off, getting dragged along by a couple of others and only snapped back to reality once her idol was out of sight. Shrugging off helping hands, she walked along to the training field with the others, straightening her back and neatening herself up as they emerged. She was underwhelmed, to say the least.

"Oh, well this will hardly be a challenge" she said as she stepped out onto the green, casting a casual glance down at a human already writhing on the ground. Pathetic species, really, she thought. They wouldn't have gotten nearly as far as they had without the help of the Elves and Dwarves (which she only counted as being slightly better because of their brews). Whistling casually to herself, she stepped on, then over the human, and off to the sidelines. It seemed a good place where she could start doing laps of the pitch.

[GoodnightNinja]

"Whyyy beee soooo..." The tree put her hefty hands on her hips, leaves rustling as she huffed a bit indignantly at the open hostility from what were star players in the major leagues. They weren't even in the same league yet! It was pointless to be a jackass. Not that she expected encouragement, but still! "Meeean?" But before things could escalate, some other elves had joined the volatile situation, and neither had any intention of really making things better. Especially the harpy. Wait no, that was an elf too.

But things sort of resolved themselves as they passed by one another on the way to their practice fields. "What a bunch..." She mused to herself as she emerged on their field, taking in the sight of all the practice equipment. Back home, her amateur team didn't have such things. They just practiced using a halfling-sized boulder. "Of diiicks." She finished her sentence as she took to the field. Specifically the throwing practice. Treemen were usually blockers on most teams that used them, but few realized the power they had as throwers. They were so good at throwing that they'd throw goblins and even roly-poly halflings halfway down the pitch! With her spirits restored at the thought of making big-time plays, she reached down to grab the ball. Her thick hands bumped against the ball, though, sending it rolling a few feet away. "Oops." She casually said as she took a step toward the ball and tried again. Got it! The ball was a lot smaller than she thought!

[RavenLord]

Solus held himself still and silent as the Star players on the rival team made their pointless show of force. What did they hope to gain from trying to humiliate what was clearly a rookie team, warrior did not understand. Clearly this foolishness was a sign of weakness from those so-called stars. The Northern Warrior made a note of this, intending to repay this gesture on the pitch someday, by carving up their bodies and leaving them as mangling wrecks. Sadly, revenge had to wait for first, he had to become a star himself.

Fortunately it didn't take much for owner of these star players to put a leash on her dogs and Solus and his team was allowed passage. Warrior threw a glance at the female elf that owned these morons people called stars as he passed by them. She looked beautiful enough but that beauty was covered by all the finery and jewels, making her look more like a preening peacock, her shrill voice and the pettiness she displayed further reinforcing that image. Perhaps if one were to tear all those robes and accessories away from her, she might become attractive enough though her voice would probably put off any males that managed to score that far with her. She was too vain and petty for the warrior's own tastes.

It didn't take long for Solus and his team to arrive at the pitch though chaos warrior regretted not throttling the puny halfling Daggins when he had the chance the moment he saw all the equipment set up on the pitch. He had come here to play blood bowl, not much around. Sadly, their coach and owner seemed to have different ideas and it was sadly to late for committing murder. Instead, he stood still as he took in the whole pitch, watching as the two elves joined the drills with eagerness while the treewoman fumbled after the ball. It was a somewhat amusing spectacle, but Solus sadly didn't have time to watch her amusing attempts at passing and instead made his way towards the one of the tackle sleds not in use, intending to show off his strength and work off his frustration before proceeding to ball handling drills. Warriors like Solus were surprisingly agile and fast despite all the armor they wore, making them flexible players well worth their price.

[exalted]

Maple:

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You are given a few strange looks as you head to the throwing area, an Orc thrower warming up stares quizzically mouth agape as he tries to come to terms with what he is seeing.

You notice the Elf with Mohawk has followed you to the area and stands behind you in line as you wait your turn to try out.

The drill seems to be a simple one, throw 4 passes at increasing distances to pair of catchers down field, hitting your catcher and while the other tries to intercept. Looking up field you see your catcher is the Wood Elf you met before while opposing her is an feral looking woman dressed just as skimpily as the Elf.

As you fumble the ball when you first try to pick it up, you hear a few titters of laughter from the other throwers, but not the Elf. A whistle blowers suddenly and you see the two catchers sprint past for the quick pass and you hurriedly throw, but for whatever reason you pass goes wide, ending up where the runners started their run from instead.

You hear a few more muffled laughs and looking over you see the grizzled Human throwing assistant coach shaking his head as he writes on his clip board.

Spurred on by this you, you prepare for the next two passes and are rewarded by surprised gasps and shocked silence as you accurately hit your catcher on the next two attempts. Feeling confident for the longest and hardest pass you try to hurl the ball as fast as you can but something goes wrong.

As your hand shoots forward nothing flies out of it... and that's when the laughter begins. Turning around you see the ball rolling a few feet away from where it slipped your grip mid throw.

Your turn over, you stand to the side and let the Elf take his turn, and despite his slim frame the Elf has cannon for an arm as he seems to throw the ball even harder than you, the ball turning into a hissing flash. Watching your friend play defence now you see on get beaned by one of the throws and hit the ground hard, stunned for a moment but otherwise unhurt thanks to a helmet.

Elivia:

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Joining the pool of potential catchers you find yourself paired with a feral looking human woman who is dressed only in a bra and panties under her pads.

You find the drill to be a simple one, break away from your opponent and catch the ball, running to points further and further away from the thrower with each pass. Looking down field you see have been paired with the Sapling you met just before as a your thrower.

Readying for the first drill, the human woman immediately tries to shoulder bump you off balance as you both sprint off the line but you artfully twirl away without breaking your pace. Hitting your running mark ahead of the woman you turn to look for the ball and... don't see it anywhere. Instead you see the Sapling looking sheepish while the other throwers jeer. Walking back to the line you see the ball resting near where you had started your run from.

The next two runs go perfect for you, the woman again tries to push or shove you off balance with each further run and manages to keep your pace for the most part but you easily catch the next two passes from the young Treewoman, which only seems to antagonise the woman even more.

Lining up for the final throw, you break immediately as the whistle blows but notice something off, for the fraction of a second the woman isn't beside you. Instead, too late to stop, you see her arms shoot around your neck and shoulders, the weight of her entire body yanking your top half back as you momentum carries you legs forward and then straight into the ground as woman bulldogs you.

Picking yourself up, you see assistant coaches judging this trial nodding with approval towards the woman. Your thoughts are your own but your actions speak towards you intent as you swap places with the woman for the next round, looking down field you see she had been paired with male Elf from the tunnel.

The whistle blows and before the other woman is even off the blocks you have her eating dirt, and you twirl to the marker of the field just as something blasts by you. Stunned you realise it was ball tossed by the Elf only a few yards away, one of the balls spikes having sliced through the strap of your halter top.

When you return to the line an assistant coach hands you a helmet and insist you wear it at least for training before lining up with the woman again. The whistle blows and you let the woman take a few steps before making her dine on grass again and you run to the next mark. You've just hit the it and turned to catch when the lights go out... when they come back on you feel yourself lying on the ground, grass prickling the exposed skin on your back and arms, only everything is still dark. In panicked moment you fear you are blind until you realise it is only something blocking your view... the ball, wedged inside the grill of your helmet... this still counts as an interception right.

It takes a bit for effort to pry the ball lose from your helmet, and boy are you happy you caved to the coaches, and see the apothecary kneeling beside you, though looking disappointed you weren't apparently hurt.

You head back to the line, intent on doing better this time but the woman is onto you now and breaks clean from you. Sprinting hard you manage to out pace her to the further mark and beat her to it, now used to the velocity with which the Elf throws you managed to pluck the ball from the air with a leap and land gracefully. Now infuriated, the feral woman puts everything she has into the fourth pass and edges you out, diving to catch the long bomb fractions of a second before you can.

Melaine

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After a few laps of the field you find your warmed and summoned over to the running drills. The drill appears to be an obstacle course, designed to test your speed in flat and agility. The assistant coach starts pairing runners off.

"Heya Toots," Your partner quips as he stretches beside you, "Names Shifty Shifterson, perhaps you've heard of me or my uncle Dodgy? No problem, if you haven't, I can tell you all about it when we are in bed later."

Looking down you see the Goblin doing pelvic thrusts in a mock warm up, surprisingly large bulge in his shorts.

Taking position you see the first obstacle is rows of segmented barrels followed by couple of assistants with blocking pads. Taking your place on the line next to goblin, confident in your obvious superiority over the diminutive creature you are left shocked as he suddenly leaps up to spank your ass just as the whistles blow. Startled and clutching you rear, it takes you that second to realise the little cretin started to hop through the barrel segments, hindered by his squat legs. Bolting after him you manage to catch up as your long graceful legs allow you to dart swiftly through the obstacle and you clear it at the same time as the goblin, eroding his head start.

Next the two assistants with rush you and manage to slip past your blocker with only a graze, while looking over the stunted little goblin merely slid between the man's legs and scampered out the other side.

Next you see two strange contraptions made up of spinning wheels, turned rapidly by a maddening arrangement of gears spun by a goblin on a bike. A second goblin stands behind the wheels with a ball and as she slips it between the wheels they catch you and hurl the ball straight at you from close range.

With a clean thud you take the ball to the chest and secure it cleanly compared to Shifty whose ball shoots several feet over his head. For a moment Shifty just stares at the goblin behind the pitching machine, who shrugs and flips him the bird before walking off. Shifty turns to you, a mischievous grin and twinkle in his eyes and your not sure if he is staring at the ball or your chest.

You turn to run by the little beast is spry on his feet and leaps after you. You make it a few strides before you feel the the monster jump on your back and try to start scrabbling for the ball. Your long arms are easily able to keep it out of his reach but he quickly changes tactics as you feel your shoulder and chest pads start to loosen and come away, revealing your porcelain breasts to the area as they bounce firmly with each stride you take.

The last obstacle nears, a rope swing over a muddy pit for whatever reason. It's a straight run up and you try to sprint to end this as quick as possible when you feel Shifty start to hump the back of your head, grinding his bulge into your hair with each step.

Your just about the crap the rope when you feel something wet strike your neck and added shock about what that could mean is enough to Shifty for take advantage. Leaping off your neck, his jump knocks you off balance and you land face first in the mud. Spluttering to you hands and knees you wipe the mud from your eyes to see Shifty dry humping the ball in a victory dance.

"So Toots, your place or mine?" He winks, sniffing the hand he used to spank you with a start, "Don't tell me you aint interested."

Solus:

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Heading for the tackling sleds you see a wealth of muscle of display from the numerous races present.

You a tackle sled not in use, the two upright pads signalling it's designed for two players but used alone would surely make you stand out above the rest. A Snotling rocks back and forth atop the sled like it's a hobby horse, and brightly coloured cap on his head with a spinning propeller while he smokes a cigar bigger than himself.

You slam into the sled, but it barely moves and the Snotling glares down at you.

"Oh, we got ourselves a wise guy here," He sneers in an oddly deep and husky voice as he flicks from the ash from his cigar, "What's wrong Buttercup? Is your husband here, maybe he could show you how it's done?"

Enraged you tackle the heavy sled again, lifting the metal to slide the whole thing back five yards and wobbling the snotling before you run out of steam. The Snotling doesn't say anything but nods in approval before his eyes light up a bit.

"Ooh, a challenger?" He smiles

Turning around you see a large Black Orc fronting up to you, snarling but remaining silent as he death stares you.

"My turn," He growls before hitting the other post on the sled and sliding the it back 7 yards, however, unlike your attempt he slips at the end and eats dirt hard, causing the Snotling to laugh again.

"Girls, girls, you're both pretty" He starts, flicking ash down on the Orc as it gets up, "but if you really want to get me wet, how about we try a bit of team work?"

Combined with the Orc, both trying to outdo the other you manage to slide the sled down to the field without stopping. Your gruff and vocal jockey turning his spite to the other teams you pass by.

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A gruff, aged dwarf with Daggins suddenly blows a horn on his belt and instructs you to put the equipment down and grab a drink. The coaching staff leave the areas to huddle together and share notes while you see the other players head to the benches to rest a moment.

[MelissaB]

Elivia handles the first few throws well enough, easily out pacing her competitor and gaining distance on her, it was unfortunate the first throw never made it to her but she couldn't blame the treewoman that much, as far as she knew they were there to be tough big and deadly up close not throwing a blood ball with grace and finesse but either way she manages quite well the next couple of times, making it hit with dead on and allowing her the easy catch.

Before the final throw Elivia is smirking and winking at her foe. "Perhaps I should slow down for you?" She offers her only to regret those words when the throw is made and she finds herself tackled and tackled hard, grunting as she hits the dirt she glares at the feral woman and dusts herself off, showing a little vanity as she checks up on her appearance making sure everything was in place before beginning. Glaring at her. "Won't happen again." She hisses at her and when the ball is thrown she sweeps the woman's legs from under her and dashes off, the elf now throwing the ball as she races to catch it.

As the ball slashes past her making her yelp as her top is cut revealing one of her breasts to the open air, making her nipple harden and her eyes glare at her male counterpart as if she blamed the thrower for what just happened as if it was intentional. She takes the helm is rather thankful for it when it comes to getting hit in the grill, she groans and is slow to get back up thankfully though the look on the healer's face says it all and she's more than alright and eager to continue, her bare tit bouncing with each stride as she makes the woman fail in her task again and again, getting rather high on herself for doing so until the final drill where she just couldn't keep up with her, sprinted herself out or something bu she watches as the woman pulls away only to halt herself and watch her make the catch. Clapping she finally decides to show some sportsmanship for one training alongside her. "nice catch." She remarks before hearing the whistle. Nodding she drops the practice helm down with the rest of the equipment and makes her way to the kegs to get some refreshment, leaving her bare breast open since she hadn't anything to fix it with currently.

Stretching she takes a spot on a bench and nods to the others asking them how they were doing and how their training went, she was too busy doing her drills to pay attention to anyone not doing them with her to see.

[RavenLord]

Solus didn't like being upstaged. And it would be a warm day in chaos wastes when he lost to a black orc. Thankfully beast itself seemed to be more muscle then brain, fucking up his own balance in an attempt to outdo the warrior. He came scarily close much to Solus' chargin. Fortunately, snotling supervising them seemed to know its job, goading and taunting both Solus and the orc into working together before things escalated. By the time Solus and the black orc he was paired up with finished their exercise, animosity the warrior felt towards the orc had lessened, turning into a sort of grudging respect. Who knew, maybe some competition could even help him get stronger.

"We should murder that snotling." Solus said to black orc, before the two separated.

Solus made his way towards the benches, grabbing a large bottle of icy water before plopping down next to the wood elf wardancer with naked tits. It seemed like she suffered some wardrobe malfunction, not that Solus minded. The bench groaned under the weight of the warrior's body and armor but held, having been made to accommodate players heavier than the chaos warrior. Using a straw to drink the water without having to need to remove his helm, Solus tried to relax and wait for rest of the team.

[GoodnightNinja]

Maple pouted a little as she found people laughing at her. Who didn't have difficulty picking up the ball? It wasn't uncommon for someone on the pitch to fumble a little bit on what should have been easy. Everyone knew that Nuffle preferred a 1-in-6 chance of things going wrong with even the most mundane tasks! Still, the rest seemed to be going well. The typical pass ranges seemed to be going great even! The nice elven woman was breaking free of the defender and making some easy catches. So when the long-bomb pass test came up, Maple was feeling great about it. Her arm cranked back far for what was going to be a spectacular pass... Only for the ball's spikes to get tangled up in her branches and make the ball tumble hopelessly to the ground.

The laughter made the young tree slump a little in discouragement as one of the elves from the earlier confrontation took up the ball. Her eyes got a little wider as she saw him throw. Not really in awe, so much as in understanding. "Oooohhh..." She mused to herself. "They hooold the balll..." Her arm began to imitate the motion the elf was using to throw fast, powerful, and linear passes. "Sideways..." Maple cheered up when she realized that her difficulty was coming from a bad throwing technique. A ball like that couldn't be lobbed overhead like a boulder! They had to woosh through the air like an arrow. It made a bit more sense now.

The elven lady seemed to get beaned directly in the head by one, but got up just fine, with the ball wedged in the helmet. As she went to the benches, Maple followed her, catching up eventually at the kegs of water. "You're really good..." She started, "At handling balls." She smiled, providing some shade for the woman simply by standing so close. "Are you..." She asked, "Okay?"

[MelissaB]

Elivia looks up from the ground and nods a little at the warrior of chaos, anywhere else they'd be killing each other but here on a blood bowl pitch they'd be killing each other too if they weren't on the same team. Th wood elf wardancer looks up as shade crosses over her and smiles, nodding her head to the tree woman. "I'm fine thank you forest one, poor luck on the throws." She comments giving her a smile before looking at Solus as if to say comment on her ball handling skills and eat the dirt. "Yeah i'm rather good a catching and breaking away from people trying to get in my way. Thanks for the shade." She offers happily sipping her bloodwiser to cool herself down from the exercise.

[Gorbaz]

Melaine bristled at the start of her running drills, that shrill little voice of a greenskin only half her height by the name of "Shifty". He seemed very insistant, and very sure of his own standing as something of a ladies man. She would need to do her best to ignore the little snot, and maybe he'd get the clue that she wasn't interested in such a diminutive creature. Trying to ignore the lewd actions from the greenskin, she set her mind to training as they both set off.

At least, that was the hope. The first chance he got, Shifty landed his filthy little hand on her butt! Melaine was so surprised by the action that she was stunned for a moment, rather than being (more rightly) pissed off that he had dared to touch her! Still, she was at least able to make back the distance over the rest of the course. But he was not out of dirty tricks, as the removal of her shoulderguard and combined chestguard and top while her hands were otherwise occupied attested. Still, she kept up, until the final dignity came.

He tricked her into falling, face first, into wet mud.

Picking herself up, she glared at the greenskin, more obscene gestures and suggestions coming from him made her steamingly furious! How *dare* that sneaky, manipulative little pile of boot-scraping get one over on her to such a degree that she, born of a superior race, be reduced to wallowing in the mud?!

Storming away, she snatched up her discarded top, and stomped over to the benches in the dugout, cursing under her breath the entire way. No doubt the painted tree-hugger would take the opportunity to poke fun at her genetic cousin, she reasoned as she angrily sat down, muttering to herself as she scraped a handful of mud from between her breasts and threw it on the ground with a 'splat'

[RavenLord]

Solus raised an eyebrow, which was hidden by his helm as he witnessed the dark elf approach the benches, with her top undone, her naked breasts bared to air much like her wood elf cousin. Was it naked elf breasts day today? Not that the warrior was complaining about it but he expected this to be little bit harder. Still, he held his tongue as the dark elf sat down on the bench, on his other side. She had a furious expression on her face as she began getting dirt and mud out of her breasts. Rather than comment on it, Solus instead grabbed a clean towel from a nearby pile and offered it to the elf.

[Gorbaz]

Muttering and spluttering to herself, it took a moment for Melaine to notice the armoured northman holding out a towel to her. Her eyes narrowed and she snatched it away, out of his hand, although hesitant to use it at first as her mind wondered about what kind of trick he was trying to pull, or agenda he had. Maybe he just really wanted to stare at breasts. Finally letting out a sigh, she used it to wipe the worst of the mud from her pale skin and perky firm breasts, before dropping it to one side, and pulling her chest gear back on, fastening it behind her back.

Still in a huff, she leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over her chest and stared daggers at the little goblin whenever he popped into view. Silently, she wished she knew some of the Hag rituals and spells, just so she could make her displeasure known by making his pride and joy burst out into warts, or something.

"Thanks" she said quietly, without turning her head to regard the armoured warrior.

[exalted]

Elivia:

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The woman gives you gruff nod of respect from you compliment and sizes you up again, though you notice her gaze linger slightly to long on your exposed breast.

"Taoroe" She growls in strange Norse accent despite her smooth tanned skin, slamming her shoulder pad with her fist before she turns to the benches; sitting as far away from the men as possible.

As you sit in the shade of Maple you notice the Elf that had been throwing to you sitting against the fence well away from everyone else, a bottle of Bugman's in his hand as stares up at the sky

"You can handle my balls anytime, Ladies?" You are suddenly interupted by a vulgar looking Goblin walking by. He shoots you his fingers guns with a wink of his eye and click of his tongue, making no effort to hide what he is looking at as he continues walking past.

Maple:

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As you converse and provide shade to Elivia, you notice Elf that had been throwing after you sitting against the fence well away from everyone else, a bottle of Bugman's in his hand as stares up at the sky.

"You can handle my balls anytime, Ladies?" You are suddenly interupted by a vulgar looking Goblin walking by. He shoots you his fingers guns with a wink of his eye and click of his tongue, making no effort to hide what he is looking at as he continues walking past.

Solus:

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The Black Orc returns you notion of begrudging respect and chuckles when you mention killing the Snotling, before he parts to sit near a few other orcs trying out.

As you sit on the bench, sandwiched between two elves with their tits out you get a lot of looks and nods of approval from the male players trying to cool down.

Melaine:

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Your long slender ears ring with cheers and cat calls as you storm back to benches topless, but hey, you can't deny you've made an impact or will be forgotten by the coaches.

As you clean up see Shifty strut by again, making a crude joke about the other Elf's, who still has her tit out, ball handling skills, before he continues on to leer at the Cheerleader try outs happening down field.

All:
A whistle blows and you see the coaching staff and Daggins stroll over to the bench from where they had been huddled.

"I-I would like to th-thank you all for coming out today," Daggins stammers initially.

His eyes flickered back and forth between to two female Elves who had been or were still partially topless, though you see a confused mix of arousal and sadness in his expression. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket his dabs at the sweat in his brow before continuing.

"Before we progress I would like to formally introduce you two the coaching staff," He motions to group standing around him.

"First we have Joirk, formerly of the Ogreton Ogres," Daggins points to a Snotling wearing a propeller hat and smoking an obscenely long cigar, "He will be our Offensive Coach. Unfortunately our Defensive Coach was delayed and couldn't be here today but I'm assured you will meet them before our first proper game, though the assistant coaches have made many details notes."

"Finally we have our Head Coach, Jadmag Ironwill," He points to sour looking, cantankerous Dwarf, "Who has come out of retirement just to coach all of you."

Daggins starts to clap eagerly, but you notice many players are hesitant to join in.

"Well anyway, we've decided," Daggins starts before he is interupted by the Dwarf spitting loudly on the ground, "We have decided to end today with a short game, the coaches have the team lists."

Assistants start reading out names and you find you and your training partner from the drills have all been placed on the one team, with a few extra linemen. You will be receiving first and it is up to you to set the field layout.

You're team:
Solus
Maple
Melaine
Elivia

Taoroe - Amazon Catcher
Shifty Shifterson -Goblin
'Mohawk Elf' - Elf Thrower
Black Orc

High Elf Linemen
Human Linemen
Orc Linemen

[MelissaB]

Rolling her eyes at the goblin she glances towards Melaine. "One can hope he gets killed during this practice match." She comments before standing up and getting geared up, applying pads and a helm to her body before taking to the field. Looking around she takes an off the line stance on the left flank her eyes looking around to glance about before nodding to her teammates as they take to the field.