Nobody wants to see this coming down the pitch at them. Just based on sheer intimidation value, the Trow team has to be one of the hot favourites of MWC'99.

With their command of powers beyond the ken of mortal man, few opponents are as feared as these masters of the dark arts.

The ghasts are definitely the underdogs in this contest. Six feet under, to be precise.

The ghols may not have brains, but they do have numbers, and a certain animal cunning that may be just what MWC'99 requires.

It's a long shot, but the bowmen feel they have a chance at the Cup.

This team brings together the finest warriors from the great cities of the West into a single formidable force.

Can these savages from west of the Cloudspine really be serious? As total unknowns, the bre'Unor have to be the ultimate wild card team.

"From Hell's heart I stab at thee" - the phrase has never seemed so apt. Once more, the wights explode onto the Myth World Cup scene.

Slow but steady, the Thrall don't expect to come out on top. The most they can hope for is a decent burial.

These fierce Northmen play with passion and flair, but do they have the discipline necessary to take home the Cup?

Otherworldly priestesses trapped in our world, the Fetch aren't in a good mood. And you know what that means...

Surly midgets with enough explosives to blast a medium-sized city off the map. Enough said.

Is the home field advantage here in Muirthemne going to be enough for the Herons to reclaim their honor once and for all?

Pig-ugly and with a temper to match, the Mauls are not a team to whom one uses the word 'applesauce'.

Few expect the Soulless to float away with the Cup... but with a field like this, anything's possible.

Rake's crew take a break from boozing, wenching and raiding to try their hand at something new. Can they hold together for the duration of the Cup?