Sigil: City of Doors

A small advert in the newspaper and on billboards reads.

Coming to Sigil soon.

Blood Bowl Tournament!

Jiro reads the advertisement..And he laughs out loud while sharpening his swords looking forward to this tournament

Purity sees the notice and says to herself... "Oh no! They boys will get hurt. We must have some rules to prevent harm".

Mathard examines the notice with interest, digging his mind to find out whether this is some orcish customary sport.
"Hmm, going to need at least 10 players. And knowing the orcs, 30-40 thousand reinforcments for all the dead ones."

"Huh? I dun' get it, we be drinkin' Bloody bowl or wat? Well if it's an Orc tradition, it won' surprise me. Heh, silly Orcs."

With a grin, Fargul walks off.

Nathrae groans in exasperation at the sight of the ad.

"Jalbyr malarin nibele? Ol zhah naut fei'ir! Vel'uss zhah rathrea nindol? Xsa'ol!"

She then helps herself to the page with the ad and carries it off...

Vorgazelle licks her teeth, still unused to the lack of tusks after all this time, and grins savagely.

"Is gonna be sum blud, yuss..." she flexes her fists and a rapid series of pops can be heard. "Oh yuss."