The Qurantined Crew

[BeaWolf]

THE QUARANTINED CREW

PLAY HARD! FIGHT HARDER!

 

The Pub Brawlers were never the kind of team you’d call “graceful” or “honorable.” In fact, if there was an award for the dirtiest team in the league, they’d have taken it home every season...... and then probably headbutted the guy who handed it to them. This was a team that lived for the grind, the grit, and most of all, the glorious sound of a referee’s whistle just before they pretended not to notice a boot “accidentally” connecting with an opponent’s head.

 

But their luck and their devil-may-care attitude, finally ran out after a particularly filthy match against the Undead forces of "Werewolf? There wolf!". The Brawlers played it like they always did, with more fouls than clean plays, and by the time the final whistle blew, the pitch looked less like a sports field and more like a crime scene. They celebrated their victory the way they always did! By drinking themselves into oblivion and starting another brawl just for the fun of it. But something was different this time.

 

It started innocuously enough. Cormac “Kingpin” McGuinness, the team’s sharp-tongued thrower and self-appointed ringleader, noticed a bit of a cough. “Nothing a swig of Bugman’s can’t fix,” he joked, though the laughter turned to hacking soon after. The others laughed along, until they, too, started to feel the effects, first, a bit of fatigue, then some strange spots, and before long, they were sweating more than usual, and it wasn’t just from the exertion of booting their opponents while the ref wasn’t looking.

 

Paddy "The Pounder" O'Malley, who could normally take a hit from a runaway cart and walk it off, found himself wheezing after merely kicking the teeth out of a fallen opponent. Liam "The Lad" Gallagher’s usual banter became more labored, and Jack "Jumper" Murphy had less of a spring in his step. Even Sean "The Scrapper" McCarthy, the team's eternal optimist, couldn’t muster more than a groan when someone suggested “one more round” after the match.

 

Something was very, very wrong.

 

The Brawler Brigade, their loyal and equally foul-tempered fans, noticed the change, too. Their boys weren’t looking so good, and it wasn’t just because they’d been punched one too many times. Rumors of a strange sickness spread faster than the plague itself, and soon enough, the city watch in Altdorf got involved. They decided the only way to keep this potential outbreak under control was to quarantine the whole lot.... the Brawlers, the Brigade, and anyone unlucky enough to have shared a drink with them in the past week. The authorities weren’t taking any chances.

 

The Pub Brawlers were carted off to a remote, festering fortress on the outskirts of the Empire, a place so wretched that even the plague rats refused to visit. The Brawlers grumbled at first, but they had no strength left to put up a fight. “Just another lousy excuse to keep us from the pitch,” grumbled Kevin "Knuckles" Sullivan as they were locked away. “This better not mess with our training schedule,” Cormac muttered, still stubbornly chewing on his bubblegum despite the greenish hue spreading across his skin.

 

But the real twist in this tale wasn’t the quarantine.... it was what was happening behind the scenes.

 

You see, the Pub Brawlers had attracted the attention of someone.... something...... much darker and far more dangerous than the city watch. Nurgle, the Chaos God of Decay and Pestilence, had been watching these scrappy fighters for the entire season 1, and he liked what he saw. Oh yes, the Brawlers’ penchant for dirty play, their love for stomping a downed opponent, their total disregard for the rules..... these were traits that spoke to Nurgle’s very essence. In their relentless fouling, he saw potential. Where others saw a team on the verge of collapse, Nurgle saw his newest, most entertaining playthings.

 

As the weeks dragged on in that damp, dismal fortress, the Brawlers didn’t just grow sicker..... they began to change. The sickness wasn’t killing them! It was transforming them. Cormac “Kingpin” McGuinness, once sharp as a tack and twice as mean, found his body swelling with boils and pus, his mind clouded by visions of rot and ruin. But did he panic? Did he scream? No, Cormac chuckled, actually chuckled, as his skin split and oozed. “Well, lads,” he gurgled, his voice thick and wet, “looks like we’ve finally found a sponsor.”

 

Paddy "The Pounder" O'Malley, Liam "The Lad" Gallagher, Jack "Jumper" Murphy, and Sean "The Scrapper" McCarthy, the muscle of the team, underwent similarly grotesque changes. Their once-powerful frames ballooned with bloated, pestilent flesh, their muscles hardening into something monstrous. Their usual brawling didn’t stop, of course; it just got messier. Blood, pus, and something that smelled distinctly of old cheese began to decorate the pitch whenever they took a swing. And the smell? Well, let’s just say that opposing teams needed more than just a strong stomach to face the Brawlers now, they needed a gas mask.

 

Seamus "Slick" McDermott and Declan "Shady" O'Shea, the team’s fleet-footed catchers, found themselves undergoing a more “refined” transformation. Nurgle saw fit to bless them with horns, hoves, and more boils than could be counted. Their speed remained, as much as speed can remain when you are rotting from inside, but now it was accompanied by a terrifying ferocity. They didn’t just catch the ball, they tore it out of their opponents’ hands, sometimes taking a limb with it. Their once-clever minds became more animalistic, driven by an insatiable hunger for the hunt. And when they pounced? Well, let’s just say there wasn’t much left to catch afterward.

 

As for the linemen, Mick "The Mauler" O'Doyle, Kevin "Knuckles" Sullivan, Keiran "Knockout" Murphy, Rory "Ironjaw" McDonagh, and Donal "Deadeye" Kavanagh, they became the walking definition of “too stubborn to die.” Their bodies, now riddled with rot, refused to quit. Where once they had fought for glory and gold, now they fought for the sheer joy of spreading Nurgle’s gifts to anyone foolish enough to come within arm’s reach. Their minds were reduced to little more than festering thoughts of disease and decay, but they retained just enough of their old selves to keep a wicked sense of humor. After all, why just beat your opponent when you can also give them a nice case of boils as a parting gift?

 

Then there was Tommy "The Tank" Byrne. The Ogre had always been the Brawlers’ secret weapon, a towering brute who could crush skulls with a flick of his wrist. But under Nurgle’s touch, Tommy became something far worse. His already massive body twisted and grew, mutating into a nightmarish Rotspawn, a hideous creature of tentacles, fangs, and festering flesh. His brain, never the sharpest tool in the shed, was now completely given over to Nurgle’s will. Tommy was a beast of pure instinct, driven by a single purpose: to crush, infect, and destroy. But even in his monstrous form, Tommy retained a certain charm. “Tommy smash!” he’d bellow with glee as he pulverized another opponent into the dirt, completely oblivious to the horror he’d become.

 

Months passed, and when the authorities finally deemed it “safe” to open the gates of the fortress, they expected to find a weakened, broken team....... if they would find anyone at all.

Instead, they were greeted by "The Quarantined Crew" A grotesque parody of the once-proud Pub Brawlers. Their bodies were bloated and rotting, their minds twisted into something dark and feral, but their spirit? Oh, their spirit was more alive than ever. They didn’t just survive the quarantine................... they thrived in it!

 

So here’s to The Quarantined Crew, the dirtiest, nastiest, most foul team to ever grace the Blood Bowl pitch. They fought dirty, they died dirty, and now they play dirtier than ever. Opponents beware! They’re not here just to win. They’re here to make sure you’ll never be clean again.

 

Edited September 1 by BeaWolf

[BeaWolf]

“We’re Not Here to Respect Reputations, We’re Here to Forge Our Own”

An Interview with Coach BeaWolf of The Quarantined Crew

 

Mordrik Skabb: Ah, Coach BeaWolf, a pleasure as always. We’ve just seen the seeding for Division 4C, quite the eclectic mix this time around. How are you feeling about the competition this season?

 

BeaWolf: Pleasure’s mine, Mordrik, though I suspect Nurgle’s the only one truly pleased with how things turned out. Division 4C, eh? A fine collection of teams, though I wouldn’t say it’s the smoothest road. But then again, the Quarantined Crew doesn’t shy away from a little turbulence. We’ll spread our blessings regardless.

 

Mordrik Skabb: Certainly a formidable lineup. Soapy, in particular, seems to stand out with the only seasoned team. How do you plan to tackle a team with their level of experience?

 

BeaWolf: Ah, Soapy and their scaly lot. Experience counts for something, sure, but so does unpredictability. Nurgle’s taught us well, strength and speed are fleeting, but rot is eternal. We’ll see if their scales can keep the corruption at bay. I’m betting they can’t.

 

Mordrik Skabb: I see you’ve got a few familiar faces from the upper divisions, RTSD, Smiling Tom, and others. Given that this is your second season in the Orca Cola Championship, do you think their experience gives them an edge, or are we all starting fresh with these rerolls?

 

BeaWolf: Experience is a double-edged sword, Mordrik. They may have more matches under their belts, but Nurgle favors those who can adapt. I might be newer to this, but the Quarantined Crew has learned plenty in our first season. We’re not here to respect reputations, we’re here to forge our own.

 

Mordrik Skabb: Speaking of making a mark, Coach, I hear the Pub Brawlers just picked up a little trophy, “The Boot” from Season 1’s Boota’s competition in Division 4. That’s quite the honor for your, let’s say, dedication to the foul arts. How does it feel to be recognized for, well, kicking opponents while they’re down?

 

BeaWolf: Ah, yes, "The Boot." A trophy that truly embodies the spirit of the Pub Brawlers. We’ve always believed that the best defense is a good offense, specifically, an offense that leaves the other team too battered to even think about scoring. Quantity over quality, Mordrik; that’s how you make your mark in this game. Every boot, every kick, is a reminder of our commitment to making sure our opponents feel every single moment they’re on the pitch, or rather, off it, after we’re done with them.

 

Mordrik Skabb: With that kind of, shall we say, enthusiasm for the game, can we expect the same from The Quarantined Crew this season?

 

BeaWolf: Oh, you can bet on it. The Boot might sit on our shelf, but the spirit that won it is alive and well in The Quarantined Crew. We’ve just added a bit more rot and a lot more rage. We’re here to win, and if that means sending a few more players to the dugout, or worse, then that’s exactly what we’ll do. After all, when Nurgle himself notices your dedication, you don’t disappoint.

 

Mordrik Skabb: And what about the new blood, Borghol and Shroomie? Fresh faces in the league, but they’ll be facing some seasoned veterans. What’s your take on them?

 

BeaWolf: New blood, eh? Always a treat. The pitch will break them in, one way or another. But I’ll say this, surviving your first season is less about skill and more about resilience. If they can endure what’s coming, they’ll do just fine. And if they can’t… well, there’s always next season, assuming there’s enough left of them to come back.

 

Mordrik Skabb: Speaking of survival, with all these seasoned coaches and fresh challenges, do you see any team as a particular threat to your plans?

 

BeaWolf: Threats? Every team is a threat in their own right. But we don’t shy away from threats, we thrive on them. Nurgle’s blessed us with the patience to outlast, the resilience to endure, and the ferocity to strike when the time is right. Any team that underestimates us will find out just how dangerous that can be.

 

Mordrik Skabb: Well, it sounds like we’re in for quite the spectacle this season. Any final words for your competitors before we get this season underway?

 

BeaWolf: Just this: Don’t forget your prayers!. You’ll need them when you face the Quarantined Crew. May Nurgle’s blessings be with you… though I’d prefer to keep most of them for myself.

 

Mordrik Skabb: Always a delight, Coach BeaWolf. I’ll be sure to keep an eye on the pitch, and a safe distance, of course. Best of luck out there.

 

BeaWolf: Luck’s just another word for preparation, Mordrik. We’re ready.

 

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A Special Thanks to Bantha

 

I want to take a moment to give a shout-out to @Bantha for the inspiration behind the interviews featured in The Quarantined Crew's updates. The idea was sparked from his team blog 'OZZ TOP', and it has added a whole new dimension to how we share our journey. Your creativity and approach to team storytelling have truly set the standard. Thank you, Bantha, for paving the way and showing how to bring the spirit of Blood Bowl to life off the pitch as well!

 

- Coach BeaWolf

Edited September 1 by BeaWolf
Added Trophy reward to the "interview".

[Bantha]

Thanks dude!

I with this, somehow found more inspiration myself.

Thanks for the nice words

[BeaWolf]

“A Rotter's luck won't last forever”

An Interview with Coach BeaWolf of The Quarantined Crew

 

Mordrik Skabb: Well, Coach BeaWolf, that was quite the match against Equinox Arcana (coach @RTSD). A bitter loss at 0-1, but that last minute rotter touchdown, no one saw that coming. How do you feel about the result?

 

BeaWolf: Feel? Ha! Frustrated doesn’t even cover it, Mordrik. It’s like Nurgle himself decided to mock me with that one. A rotter… catching the ball in the middle of a brawl on our side? Ridiculous. But I suppose it’s fitting, isn’t it? One moment of chaos, and everything falls apart.

 

Mordrik Skabb: It seemed like The Quarantined Crew was struggling to get control of the ball. Do you think the team's new forms are still adjusting?

 

BeaWolf: That’s exactly it. We’re still getting used to these new, glorious forms. The brawn’s there, the grit’s there, but there’s something about the way we move now that’s… off. Like we’re still figuring out how to wield this power properly. Once the crew gets the hang of it, that kind of fluke won’t happen again.

 

Mordrik Skabb: A tough loss, but it was against another Nurgle team. Does that soften the blow at all?

 

BeaWolf: If there’s any comfort in this, it’s that the loss came at the hands of one of Nurgle’s own. It’s not like losing to some scaly, overgrown lizard or one of those Imperial darlings. No, this was a battle of rot against rot, and in the end, that cursed rotter was just a little luckier than us. But that luck won’t last. We’ll see how the season unfolds.

 

Mordrik Skabb: So, looking ahead, what’s the plan for The Quarantined Crew?

 

BeaWolf: The plan? Simple. Get better. We’ll shake off this loss like we shake off the stench....... ehhh.... well, maybe not the stench........ that’s here to stay! But the defeat? That’s just fuel for the fire. Let’s see how the other teams like it when we really start clicking.

 

Mordrik Skabb: Speaking of what's next, your upcoming match is against the Sons of Cerberus (coach @cwctoby). They made quite an impression in their first game, decimating Beaks Down, Tails Up. Their werewolf, Achilles, is already making waves with his bloodlust. What are your thoughts?

 

BeaWolf: Ah, the Sons of Cerberus... I've seen what they did to that Lizardman team. Achilles is a beast, no doubt about it. Bloodthirsty, savage. You can feel his hunger just by watching him play. I’ll admit, it’s a game that makes you pause, even if you won’t show it. It’s a storm, and stepping into that storm is... unsettling.

 

Mordrik Skabb: Achilles is already becoming a fan favorite, his sheer savagery is unmatched. What’s your strategy for dealing with him and the rest of the team?

 

BeaWolf: The strategy? We’ll focus on keeping our heads..... literally..... and figuratively. Achilles is a force, but even a savage can be outsmarted. The trick is not to give in to the chaos, no matter how badly it’s trying to pull you under. But I won’t lie, Mordrik, this one feels like stepping into a storm. There will be... consequences. But Nurgle favors the resilient, and we’ll endure, whatever it takes.

 

Mordrik Skabb: Sounds like it’ll be a brutal one. Do you expect any, let’s say, long-term casualties?

 

BeaWolf: Long-term? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Mordrik. We’ll take what comes and keep moving. Losses are part of the game. But as long as there’s still breath in our lungs, we’ll fight, and no amount of fur and fangs will change that.

 

Mordrik Skabb: Well, Coach, best of luck in what sounds like a match for the ages. We’ll all be watching closely.

 

BeaWolf: Luck’s for the weak, Mordrik. We’ll be ready.

Edited September 18 by BeaWolf

[BeaWolf]

Dear Reader,

 

Looking at my division (4C), it’s clear I am up against some experienced and skilled coaches. I expect losses to pile up, which led me to rethink Coach BeaWolf’s personality. Instead of sticking with the bitterness, I consider transforming him into something far more, overconfident, delusional, and bombastic. BeaWolf now declares victory in defeat, blames nothing on himself, and brushes off casualties like they’re nothing. If you recognize the source of inspiration, please don’t read into it politically, this is just about having fun and keeping things engaging, no matter the match outcome.

 

I’ve also prepared the same interview using Coach BeaWolf’s new personality, and I’d love to hear your thoughts. I know this change could be edgy, or even over the edge for some, so I respectfully ask for your feedback. If you like this new direction, feel free to let me know, whether through a private message, an upvote, or a comment. If it’s not your cup of tea, your feedback is even more important.

 

Above all, I hope this entertains you.

— BeaWolf

 

“We DOMINATED, that Rotter was just lucky”

An Interview with Coach BeaWolf of The Quarantined Crew

 

 

Mordrik Skabb: Coach BeaWolf, tough match against Equinox Arcana. A 0-1 loss with a last-minute rotter touchdown. What’s your take on the game?

 

BeaWolf: Mordrik, let’s be honest, okay? This was not a real loss. The scoreboard might say 0-1, but we were the better team, everyone knows it. That rotter? Total fluke. No one thought that would happen. We dominated the game, the crowd was on our side, and yet somehow they get a lucky break. Unreal. But believe me, we’ll bounce back.

 

Mordrik Skabb: There seemed to be some trouble with ball control throughout the match. Do you think the team’s still adjusting to their new forms?

 

BeaWolf: Look, Mordrik, the team is adjusting faster than anyone’s ever seen, okay? I’ve got the best players, tremendous athletes. The ball? It just didn’t bounce our way today. But we’re stronger, tougher, and when we figure it out, and we will, it’s going to be huge. We’ll make sure that kind of fluke never happens again. It was the refs, honestly, a disaster.

 

Mordrik Skabb: It was a close game, but does the fact it was against another Nurgle team ease the sting a little?

 

BeaWolf: Sting? Mordrik, there’s no sting when you’re as good as us. Yeah, it was another Nurgle team, but let’s face it, they’re nowhere near as good as we are. They got one lucky shot. It’s not happening again. The Quarantined Crew is still the best Nurgle team, people know this, everyone’s talking about it. We’re coming back, and when we do, people are going to say, “Wow, BeaWolf was right all along.”

 

Mordrik Skabb: Looking ahead to the next match, what’s the plan for The Quarantined Crew?

 

BeaWolf: The plan? Win. It’s what we do. We’re going to win, big. That’s what The Quarantined Crew does. We bounce back, bigger than anyone expects. People are already saying, “BeaWolf, you’ve got the best team,” and they’re right. Nurgle knows it, the fans know it, and soon the entire league will see it.

 

Mordrik Skabb: Your next match is against Sons of Cerberus. They decimated Beaks Down, Tails Up, and Achilles, their werewolf, is already becoming a fan favorite for his bloodlust. How do you feel going into that match?

 

BeaWolf: Achilles? Overrated. I’m hearing a lot about him, but let me tell you, he’s got nothing on my players. People are saying he’s a fan favorite, but I looked at their fans, there were barely any. My side was packed. Packed! We’ve got the best fans, and Achilles isn’t scaring anyone. We’ll handle him, no problem.

 

Mordrik Skabb: But Coach, Achilles took down several key players in the last match...

 

BeaWolf: Fake news, Mordrik. People are hyping this guy up way too much. The Sons of Cerberus? Nothing special. We’re not worried. We’ve got the best strategy, the toughest players, and frankly, nobody is going to touch us. Mark my words, next match? Big win. Huge.

 

Mordrik Skabb: So, you're not expecting casualties?

 

BeaWolf: Casualties? Please, that’s not happening to us. That’s what happens to other teams. We’re tough, the toughest. People are saying, “BeaWolf, your team is the toughest,” and they’re right. If anyone’s losing players, it’s them, not us. That’s how it works when you’re the best.

 

Mordrik Skabb: Well, Coach, best of luck in what sounds like a match for the ages. We’ll all be watching closely.

 

BeaWolf: Luck? Mordrik, please. We don’t need luck, we’re too good for that. My team is the best, everyone knows it. People are saying, “BeaWolf, how do you do it?” and the answer is simple: we just win. We’re going to be more ready than anyone has ever been. It’s going to be huge, believe me. When we walk onto that pitch, it’s not a match, it’s a spectacle. Watch closely, Mordrik, you won’t want to miss this.

Edited September 18 by BeaWolf