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Pellenor Primorks

Retired!

Race:	Orc
Coach:	Riley

Description

Legend tells of a myth of a tale of a half-remembered narrative that twenty orcs, born by mystic breeding rituals and raised in battle, shall lead their race to greatness on the pitch. No sooner had the team been equipped and sent to Ulthuan for their first match, however, did a mighty storm sweep their ship asunder, and the Pellenor Primorks were scattered beneath the waves before the old world could bear witness to their power. Now the reunited Primorks seek their remaining brethren, along with the glory denied to them so long ago.

Bulletin board from the coach
Dec. 17th, 2019 - old news
Extra! Primorks Hit the Ground Running! The Pellenor Primorks have hit the ground running after their first two games of the Hawkeye League! Apothecary Kurjakk was pressed for comments after his recruitment, and was quoted as saying he recommends they quit hitting the ground, as it is quite hard on the wrists. Unsure of whether the crowd’s boos, hisses, and cries of “You stink!” were directed at themselves or the opponents, the Primorks had an uneasy and unsure start against Nurgle’s rotters. The orcs quickly sniffed out the weakness of the opposing team, which resulted in the near death of a lineman via nasal contusion. The Primorks effectively wormed their way into an early lead, which they managed to keep through the second half by swinging their blitzers around the opponent’s decomposing flanks and putting quick pressure on the ball carrier. The second game against the ghouls and werewolves of Reduce/Reuse/Reanimate proved to be a hairy one. The Necromantic Horrors received some extra training this game, and the werewolves came in freshly groomed and itching for a kill. Wolfman Gore was immediately denied his prize as the blitzer he had sniffed out was immediately dispatched by a rock, tossed by a disgruntled fan annoyed that the concessions were already out of honey mustard sauce. Despite this, Gore was quickly put down by the rest of the Primorks, who had only moments to celebrate before his pack mate Pitt clawed two orcs into the emergency tent. A third orc, Bulkan, was rushed off for emergency surgery due to complications from punching out a zombie’s skull, whose brains had been rigged to detonate. The orcs slow drive to a touchdown during the first half was met by a ferocious onslaught by Triple R in the second half, whose monsters mashed their way down the field. The coach decided it was not best to let sleeping dogs lie, and brought Pitt back from the bell bin to join in. The orcs threatened to halt the advance, but a last minute block allowed a skeletal blitzer to carry the ball over the line for a touchdown in a blatant display of wight power. Prospects are looking grim for the Pellenor Primorks as they head into their third match. They are down a Black Orc, with a journeyman lineorc expected to pick up the slack. We will see if the Primorks have what it takes to tip the scales against the lizardmen team the Whosville Whatsits. Either way, it should prove to be an interesting show of force. See you coach, Billy Baal Reporter, End Times
- Riley

Tournaments played:

HAWKEYE 24

Trophies won:
none