The Many Faces of Joseph Morranion

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Post autor: Cicuit » 05 mar 2024, 20:49

Avreus pisze: 05 mar 2024, 13:08 I feel really sad for Ryker
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Post autor: Cicuit » 13 kwie 2024, 02:49

-So, Mister Morranion, you made it to the play-off. You were finally back in the Old World. You reached the goal. How did it feel? Were you satisfied?

-Yes. But not really. I wanted more. I knew I did what I had to. I knew the team would be disbanded after the end of the season. I knew that slaves would be back to their mines, that ogres would be traded to new owners far away from home. I knew that for the clan, this play-off, this game was meaningless.

-But it wasn’t meaningless for you.

-It wasn’t. If only you could see my lads. Their curious little snouts were sniffing the fresh Bretonnian air, their ears would pick up any noize, they were smiling and even singing... Have you ever heard a skaven sing? It’s unusual, but very charming. Probably because it came from the heart. Right at this moment, I thought to myself: what if we win the trophy, maybe the owners, the clan, the Horned Rat itself would be pleased and let my people free? Do you believe in miracles? I wanted to believe. I grabbed a bunch of flyers, and found an ad for a wandering wizard. I paid my salary for the last month to the little gnome I saw for the first time in my life. And prayed for a miracle.

-Did the miracle happen?

-It did. We played the Realm Riders, a popular team that had the whole entourage of bards accompanying them. Their songs were pretty popular at the time, you must have heard them. “Knights rode forth on beaten field; in noble quest, their fate unsealed”.

-Oh, yes! I remember this one! I was a student at Nuln back then, we used to listen to those songs and drink with the college team all the time! The nights we spent with that muscular steam tank driver...Excuse me, mister Morranion, this song just brings so many memories...Please, continue.

-Our rookie ogre, Ken, was very nervous before the game and had terrible insomnia. At the critical moment, he fell asleep, and the knights broke through. We couldn’t regroup in time, I knew we needed something extraordinary to stop them. I screamed at the gnome wizard to cast his strongest spell. A little gnome shrieked like an eagle, and the skies gone dark. A giant boulder fell from above, crushing Sir Gillet’s bones. We had an opening. The ball carrier was within reach. Izglitch rushed towards the squire, and knocked him down. And thus, the great battle has begun. Blood, guts, death everywhere! Knights suffered heavy losses, but so did the skaven. We lost the ball, the knights were about to score. The fearless Lord Bigos was in several yards from hte touchzone, and only Damien was in a way of Lord Bigos and his holy grail. The whole stadium was looking at two warriors. The match could be decided by this duel. i don’t know what happened, but the nerves got better of Bigos. He charged at Damien, but the terrifying rat ogre stood tall. There was no goal. Referee called extra time, the game was not over yet. But something broke inside of the fearless knights. There were 5 athletes remaining on each side. Five famed noble knights, against two rat monsters, two slaves and a failed experiment. Rat ogres fought well, but the knights were pushing through. The fate of the match was on the brittle shoulders of two skaven slaves, too tiny and insignificant to even earn names in clan Moulder registry. Commentators would never even introduce them to the audience. So I yelled loud and clear: “Manuel, hold tight and move to the southeast. Ray, protect Manuel at all costs. You are strong, you can do it!” Nobody ever called the ratligs by their names, let alone call them strong. they believed in themselves. They would dodge every punch and kick. Lord Bigos took a desperate attempt to sweep the ball away. Manuel ducked, and the tall knight would fall under his own weight. But there was the last hurdle remaining: Sir Jean-Claude. The last defender of the Realm, he yelled: “You will not dodge away, you little rascal!” Sir Jean-Claude laughed ferociously. “I won’t dodge away,” said Manuel quietly. “Because I will pow you!” - Ray’s high -pitched voice proclaimed. Before Jean-Claude realized it, Ray lunged at him and pinned the nobleman down. The endzone was clear! Manuel rushed towards the goal, and scored. We won! We are through to the semis.

Psychologist smiled

-Mister Morranion, it is the first time I see you so full of energy. You came to me as a tired man full of guilt, but as soon as you started talking about Blood Bowl, you changed. You speak with confidence and excitement. Do you know why?

-Why?
-Because you know your craft better than anyone else. And you love it more than you love anything else in life. You say you are not collected enough, but your results show that you manage to navigate even in te most difficult circumstances. Not everyone would be able to bring a team full of scarred and distressed individuals who gave up on themselves to the play-offs of a major Blood Bowl tournament. I do not know anyone else who would go against the odds in such spectacular fashion. You are not a specialist in failure, Joseph Morranion. You are the special one.

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Re: The Many Faces of Joseph Morranion

Post autor: Cicuit » 15 kwie 2024, 16:41

-How did the next game go? Did you win?

-Semifinal game went very well for us. Too well. We played Albion Wanderers, the team with a prominent star: Aaliyah Nura, the terrifying White Knight. A true freak of nature, strong and heavy, nobody in the whole league could stop him. I prepared for the worst, paid the gnome wizard again, maybe the little old man will turn Aaliyah into a frog or something. But apparently, my players were good enough to deal with the white knight themselves. A couple of false swipes from Ken, and Damien delivers a crucial blow. The White Knight has fallen. The Albion’s will has shattered, while we were on the roll. The little rats dodged every tackle, the big rats hit precisely, not letting the knights back into the game. The wizard casted another phenomenal fireball, we were winning against a team that was unbeatable.

-Yet, you remained concerned. Why is that, mister Morranion?

-You see, my whole career I was an underdog. First with that local Estalian team, then with clan Moulder. Nobody expected us to perform well, and it was relieving. But during this game, I realized I am no longer an underdog. This squad, the team that we’ve built, it was a title-winning team. Whoever we are facing in the final, people expect us to win. People expect us to play great Blood Bowl, but what if we can’t deliver? After all, it was only my second season as a head coach, I was about to play on the biggest arena I’ve ever been to, broadcasted over the whole world. I’m just a typical normal guy, I’m not meant to be there! I obviously kept it cool during the press conferences and in front of my players, but in reality, my head was about to explode! How long can I hold to this mask, Dr. Malbec, how long can I fool the world?

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Re: The Many Faces of Joseph Morranion

Post autor: Cicuit » 05 maja 2024, 22:39

-I assume you were very nervous before the game. Am I right, mister Morranion?

-Oh, you can’t imagine. I was calculating every possible outcome, I was contemplating every choice I made as a head coach so far. What if I was wrong completely ignoring the passing exercises for my rat ogres? Surely, I could give them some basic lessons, you never know. What if I should have taught them more defensive skills? They rely on their strength so heavily, they probably don’t even think that they can be punched back. Clan Moulder take pride in their innovations, on and off the field, but what if human engineering is superior? The greatest minds from all across the Empire are gathered in Nuln, their statistician crew alone is bigger than my home village!

-But when the game started, the nerves must have settled? You mentioned, that you were the favorites to win. You saw your players perform well, and you knew you were prepared just well enough to win the final. Right?

-I wish. My worst fears proved right. When Nuln bombardiers propelled their bombs into a crowd of skaven players, my guys had zero ideas of what to do! The little ones couldn’t reach the cloud-bursting trajectory of the bombs, and the ogres were just helplessly flailing their hands in the air. And in the rare occasions when they managed to catch the bomb, they simply couldn’t figure out to toss it as far as possible. If only I had given them that extra passing lesson, just one! We were in absolute shambles! And boy, this referee! I have never seen a ref so biased in my whole career! What do you mean: “Give me an extra minute, I am not sure if this mechanism complies with the rules”? Yeah, a gargantuan metal monstrosity that weighs a ton and has a cannon attached is a wheelchair, of course. Nuln coach and the referee have spent the whole remainder of the half arguing if a FREAKING STEAM TANK is a device required for the partially disabled player to play and if sending him off would be a discriminatory act. Referee only whistled the half time when the fans started booing. Nuln students were so engulfed in this discussion, they forgot to score in time. Serves you right, you cheating bastards!

-Calm down, mister Morranion. I see, that was a very stressful game. But if I understand correctly, the score is still 0-0. You win your attack, you win the game. All you had to do is to make the plan and explain it to your team. I am certain that 10 minutes of break are more than enough for the Special One.

-Except I didn’t have 10 minutes! This goddamn referee decided that since he spent so much time talking and reviewing the rules, the players already had enough break, so he can call the second half in 2 minutes. I got 11 players in the dugout, and this snot-eating goblin says I got two minutes. Great. Just wonderful. Our medics simply can’t wake up so many players in time.

-What did you do then? Surely you had an ace in your sleeve, figuratively speaking.

-I did. His name was Angelo, the gnome wandering wizard. I asked him, what other magical tricks he knows. He answered that besides casting fireballs and levitating frogs, he couldn’t do much else. Only some simple culinary magic, like adding spices or cleaning utensils. That’s when it struck me. Black pepper is a spice. Skaven are extremely sensitive to smells. I ordered Angelo to spray some pepper in the air. I heard a sneeze. Many sneezes. My players are awake! Referee blew the whistle, and the second half has begun. Unfortunately, my plan had a significant drawback. Sure, the players are awake and back on the field. Problem is, they are still sneezing! We had a perfect opportunity to take down the tank, Ken and Damien had to clear out the path, and Izglitch was ready to deliver a devastating punch. But at the crucial moment, Damien sneezed, missed the target and flopped on his tail. As a result, the plan has foiled and Nuln Engineers were on the counterattack. They pinned down Manuel, the ball-carrier, and he dropped the ball on the ground. Only Ray was left to contest the ball; all the Engineers had to do was to pick up the ball.

-Did they?

-They did not. How, is a mystery to me. But hey, they call him Mysterious Ray for a reason! I have no clue what kind of magic Ray pulled off, but he denied the pickup and grabbed the ball himself. And then he did what rats do best: he ran. He ran away, and gave the ball to the throtling that was standing in the opposition half, forgotten and not covered by anyone. The throtling got the ball and scored. Do you even know who throtlings are? One of billions of failed experiments carried out by Throt the Unclean, creatures so ungodly the only sort of identity they are given are entries in Troth’s lab journal. This one was just an “Experiment #942-something, goal not met.” Well, it seems like they met one goal after all. The championship-winning goal. The goal that crowned the “5th Clan Moulder Blood Bowl Team”, often labeled as a “Sewerside Squad”, the champions. We did it. Ken, Izglitch, Damien, Ryker, Manuel, Ray, #942-something and the rest, we did it. We won.

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Re: The Many Faces of Joseph Morranion

Post autor: Cicuit » 14 maja 2024, 16:54

-Good afternoon, ladies and gents. It’s 12 o’clock, time for Cabalvision daily news. It is only several weeks until the yearly Spike! Magazine Trophy begins. Teams from all over the world are gathering in Magritta to compete for the prestigious trophy. The Grudge Bearers, Warpfire Wanderers, Orcland Raiders and more: very highly contested tournament this year. We have our pundit, Mighty Zug, to discuss with us the favorites and losers. Word to you, Zug.

-Ehm, a lot of good teams this year. As you mentioned. Grudge Bearers are gonna be pretty good, couple of good teams from Lustria, but my money’s gonna be on Chaos All-Stars. Prime Morg, Helmut, Guffle Pushmaw as a ball-carrier, and they’ve been training together for a while.

-What about the human teams? Surely the home advantage can give local Real Murdered some boost?

-You joking? Name one Estalian player. These Magritttans are all talk. I’m so tired of seeing this useless team wasting slots. When’s the last time Real Murdered won anything on a serious level? Would be a miracle if they get out of the groups. Humans are toast this season. The only way any Estalian wins Spike! trophy is if they join Champions of Death.

-Thank you for your expert opinion. Speaking of Estalians, coach Joseph Morranion, who took Clan Moulder to their first ever trophy, has returned back home. Many expected Real Murdered bosses to take a swift maneuver to appoint Morranion as a new head coach for the Magrittan team, but the decision was made to stick with Carlos Verdesilva, who will lead his men to the Spike! Magazine tournament this year. It seems that Joseph might have to wait for his big break and coach in the lower leagues for now.

Bilbali Ballers press-conference

-Magritta this, Real Murdered that. So tired of these pretentious bastards. Spike! owner had one good holiday in Magritta, and now they get their asses buttered every year, even though their team is shit. All the attention to them kills the sport in the country. I’d build a sporting empire here in Bilbali, if only I had a quarter of all the media and sponsor attention they got. We qualified to SNOT league, QUALIFIED I emphasize, not invited as hosts, but who’s talking about that when we got The Greenboyz against the mighty Real Murdered in the Spike!Cup. But you know what, not this time. Real Murdered got losing in their DNA, and we got a natural-born winner here. Allow me to introduce Joseph Morranion, winner of the last SNOT league, the new head coach of Bilbali Ballers!

Timid cheer from the crowd. There is only one journalist in the room.

-Mister Morranion, congratulations on the championship once again. We heard that you were rejected from Real Murdered’s position, and had to settle for the smaller club. Do you think you are ready for the premier teams?

-What? I just won the SNOT league, and you are thinking I am nobody? Put some respect on the name. Name other Estalians who won trophies in past several decades. Their name is sure not Carlos. Their name is Joseph. Don’t call me arrogant, but I am a champion, and I think I’m a special one. By the end of the season, there will be only one Estalian team in the headlines, and it will be the real deal this time.

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Re: The Many Faces of Joseph Morranion

Post autor: Cicuit » 19 maja 2024, 23:28

-Barboza Sports, your best source of entertainment in Estalia reporting. Bilbali Ballers have started their campaign with a narrow win against Arabyan team. We managed to get a short interview from coach Morranion, and one of his players, Brahim Sumbul. Mister Morranion, as we are all aware, Estalia and Araby are historic rivals, was there any special preparation for this specific opponent?

-Eh, you know, I didn’t really prepare anything special. I mean, these guys are all professionals, they know what they’re doing. We don’t need any additional motivation against Arabyans. In fact, how about I let my players speak for themselves. Brahim, if you mind?

-Thank you. I was born in Araby as a slave. I was supposed to go to Eunuch Mountain. They do unspeakable things here. I managed to escape unharmed, but not everyone is that lucky. Have you seen George? He got neutered, of course he had no fighting spirit! Those sheikhs just think if someone got muscles, it makes them a good fighter. Heard about armor? Nah, these sheikhs just don’t care. They’re just sending my brothers to die. But you know what, I lived! Hey, Nazir, you hear me, I’m alive, and you can suck my big uncut...

-Thank you, Brahim, for this fascinating story. As you just heard, Araby is a horrible state. I believe it is utterly unethical to trade with such barbaric state. I am proud to represent the country that upholds the human rights in Old World, unlike our southern neighbors. I am once again proven that I made the right choice by joining Bilbali Ballers.

-These were the words from coach Morranion and Brahim Sumbul. In the other less important news, Real Murdered begin their Spike! Magazine Trophy run with a 2-0 win over the Greenboyz. Winning over the lowest rated team in the tournament, big deal. Punching goblins is so easy, no wonder Arturo de la Rosa leads the tournament with 3 injuries. We’ll see how Real Murdered dance in the next game against The Orcland Raiders, with only one diestro! The woes for poor Greenboyz will continue in the next game, where one of their trolls will have to miss the game due to an unruly foul from Pedro Gil. Resorting to dirty tricks like these will be the only hope for Real Murdered against the mighty orcs.

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Re: The Many Faces of Joseph Morranion

Post autor: Cicuit » 30 maja 2024, 21:39

-Barboza Sports, with another interview with coach Morranion. Mister Morranion, I believe it is your first encounter with the half-orcs. What did you think of them?

-They are pretty weird. Blitzers are fast, linemen are weaker than women, the big ones punch quite hard though. How were they even born? How do humans and orcs even procreate? Weird, really weird.

-Bilbali Ballers managed to win the game. What do you think was the difference maker?

-You see, these half-orcs, they're a lot like humans, very similar. So similar, the hired bomber couldn't tell them apart from my guys. Must have been color blind or something. Anyway, he just threw that bomb everywhere, which did more harm than help. They could have stopped our touchdown, their blitzers are unexpectedly fast, but still a bit too slow. Gotta be honest, I understand regular orcs better.

-Speaking of regular orcs, Real Murdered played a goalless draw against Orcland Raiders. The game begun with uncultured Magrittan fans starting a riot. Because of that, orcs have not heard the starting whistle, and started their attack too late. It's insane that the noble orcs had their offensive plan spoiled by local drunkards. Raiders were certainly not happy with that, and started a massive fistfight. Arturo, top killer of the tournament, was badly hurt and removed from the field. Not so tough against real greenskins! Orcs did have some casualties, including a broken rib and a dead blitzer from Jose Tevez, Real's bloqueador, but Orcland knocked the ball from Real. To win the game, all was needed but a final pass. Gubba the Goblin was ready catch the ball, but suddenly the maintenance sprinkler broke, and the stream of water hit the ball, causing an incomplete pass. First riots, now water hazard. Orcland Raiders were denied a victory by poor stadium maintenance. Such scandal, I am sure this is the last time Magritta hosts Spike! Magazine Trophy!

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Re: The Many Faces of Joseph Morranion

Post autor: Cicuit » 12 cze 2024, 23:26

-Barboza Sports, with the latest Blood Bowl news, only for our beloved subscribers! Bilbali Ballers secure a third victory in a row, this time over the pirates of Black Ark. Coach Morranion, what preparations did the team did this time?
-As you might have noticed, our lanzador is a sea elf. Sea elves know about the Black Arks more than any human, alive or dead, so perhaps I should make the stage for Essien, who scored both touchdowns today.

-My pleasure, mister Morranion. Allow me to introduce myself - Essien of the house of Marinen, the bane of corsairs, and a Blood Bowl connoisseur. It is true, we sea elves are rather knowledgeable on the subject of Malekith’s spawns. Of course, I assume you are aware what a menace the pirates are in the seas, but piracy comes in many more ways than just plundering vessels and harbors. Did you know, that up to 70% of Cabalvision broadcasts are being streamed illegally all over the world? Or that 40% of Blood Bowl merchandise, like jerseys and scarfs, are counterfeits? The sheer amounts of jerseys with my family name being spelled with Ė or Ę is ludicrous!

People in the press-conference room look at their Blood Bowl memorabilia. About 4 in 10 people gasp in shock and disappointment

-But alas, excuse me for going off-tangent. Of course, I respect the time of noble press, who are certainly more interested in Blood Bowl tactics, rather than in a wonderful world of bootleg toys. To beat this dastardly bunch, I shared with mister Morranion my experience I gained in the fleet. Pirates may look imposing, but are hardly braver than a halfling in the hands of an ogre. Sea elven admirals favour a slow advance when dealing with pirates, so that is precisely what we did in this particular game. As we predicted, the pirates tended to avoid contact, allowing us to get through with very little resistance. As soon as they realized the game is getting outside of their grasp, the dark elves fled the field, even leaving their ball boy behind. Rescued from the pirate captivity, young Jack has offered his services to Bilbali Ballers, so the young gun may make his debut in the very next game. But don’t be too optimistic about this story, as I can assure you, the pirates gained today much more than they lost. If I were you, I would check your pockets once again.

-Thank you for your captivating comments, mister Marinen. Also, Barboza Sports would love to remind you of the generous donation from Bilbali royal court. Thanks to this money, we were able to pay the fees of Puggy Baconbreath, who’s performance was undoubtedly the key to victory today.

-He didn’t actually do much.

The reporter angrily looked at Joseph, who made this comment

-I mean, there is a reason why neither Bluebay Crammers or Reikland Reavers wanted him for the Spike cup...

-SPEAKING about the Spike! Cup, Real Murdered suffered a humiliating defeat from the Warpfire Wanderers, 2-1. Skaven, after scoring in their defensive half, had severe warpstone withdrawal effects, and half of the team did not even enter the field. Despite that, Warpfire Wanderers managed to score a second touchdown, thanks to the two remaining gutter runners, and a pox-flinger, who spat all over the Estalians, causing a breach in their defense. Real Murdered scored one back, but skaven managed to hold the ball just long enough to survive until the final whistle. How do you even lose to a bunch of warpstone addicts? Those rabid mutants often manage to beat themselves, and you even had an ogre stepping onto the field, thinking it was the venue for a pie-eating contest! And next time, you will be facing actual professionals, so the best opportunity to lock in playoffs was squandered.

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