Bretonnian Teams in Blood Bowl
- 2014 Edition
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In the fair land of Bretonnia arrogant Bretonnian nobles and their most trusted yeomen are questing for an alternative grail - the coveted Bloodweiser trophy. All too convinced of their own skill, the young knights fill out their team with lineman levy, drafted from the many local and remarkably incompetent all-peasant teams.
|0-4||Blitzers||110,000||7||3||3||8||Block, Catch, Dauntless||GP||AS|
counters: 70,000 gold pieces each.
Star players available for inducement: Dolfar Longstride 150K, Willow Rosebark 150K, Mighty Zug 260K, Zara the Slayer 270K,
Griff Oberwald 320K, Morg 'n' Thorg 430K
Questing for the Grail
In the early days of Blood Bowl, the Bretonnian nobility disdained it as a sport for the filthy peasantry and lesser nations. This was only changed by a mistake on the part of Jean Pierre Sansfortune - a brave, but unlucky, questing knight. Roaming the grey mountains, he heard of a huge grail adorned with skulls, held in the imperial city of Altdorf. This was surely the grail, he thought.
Jean Pierre travelled to Altdorf, and learned of the terrible ordeal he had to endure in order to lay hands on the grail, a trial worthy of the bravest knight - and so he joined the Reikland Reavers. For many years he struggled, until finally one day, he lead (well, sort of) his team to victory at Blood Bowl XI. Imagine Jean Pierre's disappointment when he finally held the grail, for there was no liquid in it from which to sip, and no lady of the lake to present it to him. Shattered and disgraced he quit the team, to return to his native Brionne.
However, on the first night of his journey home, he had a true visitation from the lady of the lake. She granted him her favour, for succeeding in his arduous quest. Back in Bretonnia he was greeted a hero, and since that day, the 4 major Blood Bowl trophies have been considered worthy alternatives to the grail itself. Now, young aristocrats out to earn a name for themselves will often form a team with a handful of likeminded nobles and their most trusted yeomen - and some useless peasant levy from local all-peasant teams to take care off the less glorious aspects of the game. Many an errant knight has proven his mettle in the Bretonnian leagues - and the most succesful ones will proceed to quest for one of the coveted Blood Bowl grails.
|Artwork by Knut Rockie, 2012|