The Elflympic Games 4
Find (most of) the rosters used at the 2016 Elflympic Games to the right.
Below, find some of them that this years commentators had a few choice words about!
Melisthyce: Aaah, now this is a team. Look at them, arrayed splendidly in their colours, each player a veritable professional in his own right.
Aelth: Yes, they do look intimidating individually. But I wonder how their good their teamwork will be?
Melisthyce: Well, who needs teammates when you can carry the game by yourself? Right Ja’threny’ial? You know what I’m talking about.
Ja’threny’ial: Do not touch me.
Murbo: Why iz dey fightin’ eech uver already? Dey’s not evun on da pitsh yet!
Cursatiel: That fabled lack of teamwork coming to fruition, I see.
Melisthyce: Tell me, Oh High One, why doesn’t your old team - the Fiscal Falcons - play any more?
Cursatiel: Creative differences.
The Professionals - Chaos Dwarf - Nightwing
Aelth: Wow! The big man himself is making an appearance. Always a good show when Morg takes the pitch.
Melisthyce: Oh the death and maimery. He really is an artist.
Cursatiel: Who is the little fellow on his shoulder?
Murbo: Puggles! I love Puggles! He smells tasty!
Ja’threny’ial: Puggy, ahem, Baconbreath. A surprisingly robust halfling.
Aelth: Not just Puggy, a practical sea of halflings are following Morg.
Melisthyce: There's something about these flings that I like…
Aelth: Well apparently they have no qualms at all about going after foes double their size, triple even. They've also perfected a particular style of ball play, which involves booting the ball as far downfield as possible and hoping it lands near a friendly Halfling.
Cursatiel: Fascinating. Maybe we could get one to interview after at sunset?
Melisthyce: We'll be lucky to scrape enough of them off the boots of the other teams to fill a small bucket by sunset.
Half Pints of Chaos - Halfling - Angry Hobbit
Cursatiel: What manner of madness is this?
Aelth: I don’t really know how to…
Ja’threny’ial: This is abhorrent.
Melisthyce: Just, what, I mean…
Murbo: He he he! Is my team! Nuffink can beat us! Me ‘n’ five ov me mates, all ov us soopa doopa ogres! We’s can dodge, we’s can run, we’s can beat yer down! Harharhar!
Melisthyce: How are you making it up to eleven players?
Murbo: We’s found sum ickle green fellers dat we’s dragged along wiv us. Dey’ll be fine.
Aelth: Er, well, good luck to you, Murbo. Murbo? Oh, he’s gone. Ouch, there goes the referee. Oh dear
Mangolian Follies - Ogres - Nazgob.
Aelth: Well, this isn’t something you see every day. J Earlice is as reclusive as he is quick. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him actually play.
Melisthyce: Not only that, but we seem to have a Vampire team that’s devoted largely to the passing game.
Aelth: Well, when they actually focus on Blood Bowl, Vampire teams can do pretty much whatever they want. Ja’threny’ial: They become almost impossible to stop.
Cursatiel: It is when their mind wanders that thou hast to watch thyself!
Melisthyce: Well, only if you’re on their team, that is.
Murbo: I don’t like vampires. Dey taste funny and make my tummy hurt :[
Pass Me Ze Goblet - Vampire - Twelfman
Murbo: Buh! Murbo hates ratties! Murbo can never catch dem!
Aelth: These aren't just any rats. Rumour says that these pesky mutants made a name for themselves in the wrestling rings of the undercity.
Melisthyce: Like fighting, but much less entertaining.
Aelth: Their coach allegedly went from match to match picking the slipperiest, most brutally violent, and eventually the cheapest Skaven he could find, and signed them up for his team.
Cursatiel: Some of these foul creatures are abominable! Look at their appendages...
Aelth: Not just for show. The strangest thing about this team is their apparent courage, or to be more accurate, their lack of that all-to-prevalent Skaven instinct of wanting to get the skrit away from any form of danger.
Murbo: Maybe dey play wiv Murbo? Murbo wud luv to get all close an' pursonal wiv dem..!
Gnaw Pit Creepers - Skaven - Smee
Aelth: Some actual elves! I was thinking that we didn't seem to have many of them showing up.
Melisthyce: Nothing particuarly striking about this lot.
Ja’threny’ial: Yes. Well rounded, no particular weaknesses...
Cursatiel: A clear game plan in mind...
Murbo: Why is dey gots to come 'n' ruin a purfictly good Blood Bowl tournament wiv this tomfoolery?
The Elves With No Name - Elf - Hung
Cursatiel: This game has gone to the hounds I tell thee.
Aelth: Hmm, I can see why you think that. A team that has known some significant success considering their main tactic is grab ‘em, ground ‘em and then stomp ‘em.
Murbo: I like dem!
Ja’threny’ial: It looks like they intend to score with their Bull… thing? Why not just knock the ball loose and away?
Aelth: Good luck with that. That Bull is a monster. Once he gets the ball, it’s going to take some serious effort to get it loose.
Melisthyce: You’d need someone very strong to stand a chance…
Murbo: Ooh! Ooh! Me!
Murbo: Wahooo! More ogurrs!
Ja’threny’ial: What blight of the mind has encouraged such insanity?
Cursatiel: And how doth these monsters keep qualifying for such an event?
Aelth: Lots more Snotling runts in this roster than the last one.
Melisthyce: Excellent, always nice to have something to kill when avoiding the big, useless ones.
Murbo: See, dat’s a fundamental misnomer, an established Ogurr teem will focus on intricate ball-dexterity wiv the ogurrs demselves, leaving auxillery tasks to the superfluous, though sum mite say ancillery, snottos.
Oga Fire - Ogre - Frogboy
Aelth: More elves, this time some nasty looking chaps.
Cursatiel: Doth mine eyes deceive me? Doth they bear weapons?
Melisthyce: And what's wrong with that?
Cursatiel: Well, if one were being strict about whether carrying blades to a sports tournament is in the spirit of the day...
Melisthyce: I fail to see the problem with this?
Cursatiel: You can see no concern at all?
Melisthyce: I refer you to my previous answer.
Murbo: I brung a big club on da pitsh wunce, but da ref tried t'stop me.
Aelth: What did you do?
Murbo: Hit him wiv my club.
Bleakburn Reavers- Dark Elf - fallingdownjoe