Blue Desert Suns

Race: High Elf
Coached By: Denton

#	Player Name	Position	ma	st	ag	av	Player Skills	ij	cp	td	in	cs	vp	sp	Cost
1	Alandaros	Dragon Warrior	8	3	4	8	MA +1, Block, Dodge, Tackle, Strip Ball		5	10		7	3	64	$100,000
2	Kastigar	Lion Warrior	8	3	4	7	Catch, Jump Up, Diving Tackle, Nerves of Steel, Leap		5	8		3	4	55	$90,000
3	Cinlach	Lion Warrior	8	3	4	7	Catch, Dodge, Sprint	N		6		1	1	25	$90,000
4	Elessar	Lion Warrior	8	3	4	7	Catch, Dodge, Leap, Sure Hands		1	4	1	1	5	42	$90,000
5	Kal Megil	Lion Warrior	9	3	4	7	MA +1, AG +1, AG -1, Catch, Jump Up, Leap, Dodge		10	19			3	82	$90,000
6	Gilraen	Phoenix Warrior	6	3	4	8	Pass		3					3	$80,000
7	Lt. Craban	Line	6	3	4	8	Dodge, Block		1	2		2	2	21	$70,000
8	Lt. Dungorthed	Line	7	3	4	8	MA +1, Dodge	N		1		1	3	20	$70,000
9	Enelya Inglorian	Elf Blitzer	7	3	4	8	ALLY, Block, Side Step		1					1	$110,000
10	Anaranë	Wood Elf Catcher	9	2	4	7	ALLY, Catch, Dodge			1				3	$90,000
11	Sgt. Rindal	Line	6	3	4	8	Dauntless	MNN	2	1			1	10	$70,000
12	Amarandos	Dragon Warrior	7	4	4	8	ST +1, Block, Strip Ball, Dodge		3	3		2	3	31	$100,000
13	Almcacil	Line	6	3	4	8									$50,000
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15	Zothal	Phoenix Warrior	6	3	4	8	Pass, Accurate, Sure Hands		17				1	22	$80,000
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Team Logo:			Team Name:				Blue Desert Suns	Re-Rolls:					2	x $50k =	$100,000
			Race:				High Elves	Fan Factor:					10	x $10k =	$100,000
			Team Rating:				229	Assistant Coaches:					1	x $10k =	$10,000
			Treasury:				$90,000	Cheerleaders:					1	x $10k =	$10,000
			Coach:				Denton	Apothecary:					1	x $50k =	$50,000
								Team Wizard:						x $50k =
TOTAL COST OF TEAM:															$1,450,000

Team Pictures

Chapter 1: "That which doesn't kill us.." Alandaros ground his teeth. Defeat was as bitter as a mouthful of the alkalai sands of his homeland. Defeat at the hands of a mismatched rabble of vermin was that much more vile. The conciliatory prize for losing the Blood Bowl was inadequate - it wouldn't pay the blood sucking mages who kept the Desert Capitol of Illiath supplied with water. He had to reach deep within himself to prevent the urge to fall upon the heap of celebrating Skaven hoisting the Blood Bowl trophy over their heads. Calm. He would outlive a hundred generations of these abominations. That trophy would be his well after the dancing rats before him had turned to dust. Alandaros' breath drummed against his own ears, trapped by the dragon helm he wore, making it all the more difficult to reach a mental state of peace. Before these Skaven it had been goblins, before the goblins it had been a horde of Giants calling themselves "11", before them Chaos Dwarves - each impudent team more deserving of his wrath than the last. He turned his back on the spectacle. Through the throngs of maddened fans streaming onto the pitch, his eyes caught the solitary, cowled figure of the Skaven Grey Seer. Perhaps his words were lost to all but this one amongst the gleeful shrieks of the Skaven fans, "This isn't over, rat.."

Chapter 2: "Dragon's Wrath." "Alandaros, he was a man of the cloth." Though protocol dictated that Alandaros' actions were above question, Kal Megil had earned a degree of respect amongst her superiors. The apothecary lay gurgling at the Dragon Warrior's feet, dumbly fumbling with bloody hands at his slit throat. "We can get another." There was danger in the princlings calm words. When he was raging, the dragon warrior was predictible. When he was like this, people died. There had been a lot of that going around lately. "He was a healer who could not heal. That constitutes mutiny and mutiny is punishible by death." It wasn't a leap of logic to assume the same applied to Lion Warriors who could not perform their duty. Had norsemen killed Lilrith or had Elvish vanity? One could extend the equation of failure and execution to High Elves who brokered deals with Chaos Warriors - not just any Chaos Warrior, but the Anarch himself - but Dragon Warriors were above reproach. Dragon Warriors had blood claims to the throne of Illiath. "May you have a long and happy life, Alandaros."

Chapter 3: "Reinforcements." In her mind, the fused mass of cartilage that had become Kal Megil’s knee groaned like a rusted gate hinge with every step. Her time was waning like the Reaver’s Moon which abandoned the desert sky before the Blue Season burned away all traces of life every decade. When a lion became infirm, it was ostracized from the pack.. but not before she could teach the young to hunt. The reinforcements had come too late to salvage the bid for the Chaos Cup, delayed by the human they now drug in irons behind them. “Let the winged Devils have their moment in the Sun.. their Blue Season will come..”