The skies above Athel Loren darkened, its magnificent blues giving way to the pulsating, ever-changing hues of Tzeentch and the distressed Wood Elves knew for certain that Chaos had come to the forest...
‘Who’s that cow?’ asked the Hackers fans as they watched Dutch Rudder square up against ‘The Outrageous’ Girth. The minotaur’s hooves gouged the pitch and its eyes were misted with blind fury. Relentlessly, it attacked the Treeman, but its horns simply couldn’t pierce his ancient bark. And this, from the very start of the match, was a malady that did not blight the minotaur alone, but seemed to spread throughout the Chaos team. Some speculated that the Betrayers’ recent abandonment of Khorne had angered the Blood God mightily and that it was for this reason that none of these once-powerful beasts could harm even elves.
But Khorne’s curse ran deeper than merely weakening the Betrayers. Mired with foul fortune, nothing the beasts did would grant them a touchdown. Players tripped and fumbled their way around the pitch as the Hackers scored one, two, three, four touchdowns to give them their finest result of the season so far, a much-needed win after several lacklustre draws.
The Hackers wished their opponents well as they left the forest, offering gifts of luck charms and baskets of carrots for the minotaur. Their most valuable gift though was their sage advice.
‘Have you ever thought of trying Nurgle?’
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