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The final round of the Battle for the Crown sent Flynry and Prof. Stabbz, fighting for the Grandmaster, into an ancient jungle temple against the Arbiter’s picks, Thornabub and Mcswiggins. Whoever won the night would wear the crown. What followed involved an exploding duck, a pillow fight, a poem fed to a box, a tongue frozen to a block of beer and a sky full of meteors. It ended with the Arbiter being led around the arena on a leash by a pug in a tuxedo-like outfit.

The Story

Redecorating the Fortress

The Arbiter was so sure of victory that he started moving in before the match began. In the throne room of the Dread Fortress he directed movers as they carried in a new TV, a couch and a water bed. “Just put it in front of the throne,” he told them. “And yeah, just make sure it’s centered on the wall.” The Grandmaster watched from the doorway and asked whether he knew water beds were terrible for your back. He reminded her he didn’t work for her. She reminded him he’d signed a contract. “Listen, maybe after I win, I’ll turn you into a fish and put you in my waterbed,” he said. She replied that he had a lot of talk for someone with a bad back.

The couch got special attention. The Grandmaster described it as a patchwork, tie-dye, “hideous trash dumpster thing” with uneven springs, upholstered in what looked like a great-great-great-great-great-grandmother’s quilt that should have been burned. The Arbiter was unmoved. “It’s velour. You don’t throw out velour.” It also matched his Italian leather shoes.

To show there would be “no hard feelings when I win,” the Arbiter clapped open a portal and introduced every champion himself. Flynry pumped his fist, then spotted the Arbiter and dropped into a stern stare. Prof. Stabbz was less enthusiastic: “Oh, no. I do not want to be here again.” The Grandmaster told him this was his path to tenure. He pointed out that he’d thought last time was his way to tenure, and “It was just me being dumped in lava. I hate it here.” Mcswiggins arrived with a plunger stuck to his face, announced “Oh god, I’m finally in hell. I feel like I’ve been falling for 30 hours,” and sat on the couch. Last came Thornabub, martini in hand, who had become a close friend of the Arbiter’s after several drinks and talks about their family struggles. He looked around the throne room. “Ah, Arbiter, Grandmaster, you’ve redecorated. I don’t like it.” The Arbiter told him a guest room was being set up for him down the hall.

Into the Jungle

The portal opened onto humid air and jungle noise: a grand old temple rising in tiers on the far side, thick vines, enormous trees and fifteen-foot statues standing around it. The Grandmaster flew up to the Acolytes in the stands and explained the stakes. One point went to the team with anyone left standing, and one went to the team the Acolytes voted had put on the best fight. She took her seat beside Doug the Pug.

Stabbz offered to recommend a good couples therapist for the hosts. “Our therapy is by spilling your blood in the arena,” said the Arbiter. Thornabub added that the arena had worked wonders for him and his daughter, Glassy. “We bring families together here,” the Arbiter agreed. “You know, unless they die.”

Team Arbiter started together on a clifftop, while Flynry and Stabbz were dropped in opposite corners. Mcswiggins greeted his teammate as “Satan,” and Thornabub offered a hand. Asked whether he had hands or hooves, he answered, “I have hands and wings and hooves and a tail. Would you like to see all of my anatomy, Grandmaster?” She declined, since that was the after-show. The Acolytes had already triggered three chaos events, one for each of the first three rounds.

The Ducks of Many Things

The first chaos event came quacking down the middle alley: a mama duck and seven ducklings. The Grandmaster, a lover of animals, warned that anyone who squished one would face her wrath. Stabbz used the lull to order a raspberry White Claw, and the Grandmaster dispatched a cute little goblin with a serving tray to find one, even if it meant crossing planes.

Thornabub opened the fight by shoving his own teammate off the cliff. Mcswiggins fell fifteen feet and landed on sore knees. Thornabub then flew over Stabbz and demanded, “You there! Surrender, give up, or perish.” Stabbz wanted to know whether surrendering meant dying, and the Grandmaster told him to think of it as a pass-fail exam. Thornabub lost patience and threw a bolt of radiant light, which fizzled so badly that it knocked him backwards. He explained that he wasn’t used to opponents this small. Stabbz was about his daughter’s size, so he decided, “I will imagine it’s my daughter I’m beating.”

Flynry, blocked behind a statue, studied the carvings on the temple. He had seen a temple like this before at the Eastern Outpost with Orin, and he knew that touching the runes granted protection. Watching the ducks waddle past, he heard ancestral cries from an angry Scottish wizard who seemed to have thrown his life away protecting ducks, and he resolved to stay well clear of them. He wrapped himself in shadow and vanished into a tall vanilla bush with white flowers. “Even though I’m quite large, man, I think I’m actually quite light on my feet,” he mused, enjoying a very spa-like moment.

Stabbz cast what he called “fuck this at second level” and turned invisible too, which made this the first time an entire team had vanished in the arena. Then he ran straight toward the ducks. “I intend to put all the ducks on my body,” he explained: if hurting a duck brought down the Grandmaster’s wrath, ducks made excellent armor. Mcswiggins, still “feeling the mushrooms from last time,” found the battlefield suddenly empty of people and full of ducks. He shouted “Marco!”, got no answer and worked himself into a rage with his battle chant: “Hear me, Jameson, Johnny, and Jack. I forget the rest of it. We’re on the attack. Get angry.” At the end of the round the Arbiter rolled a 3. Doug hopped up with his chewed squishy die and rolled a 14. “Stupid fucking dog,” said the Arbiter. “The dog is better.”

Pillow Fight

The second chaos event turned every weapon into its wielder’s favorite sleeping pillow. Thornabub’s was red silk, “covered in the blood of my enemies and a few other fluids.” Flynry fought with his bare hands, so his hands became two small vanilla-scented pillows, which he considered “an improvement overall.” Mcswiggins didn’t own a pillow, since he usually drank himself into a stupor and passed out wherever, so he had swiped an itchy corduroy cushion off the Arbiter’s new couch: “not my pillow, not my problem.” Stabbz’s psychic blades left him fixated on his own pillow, embroidered with Stabbz in sequins, and its thread count. Thornabub blessed the couch cushion into “a holy weapon of the nine hells.”

Flynry spotted a shimmer in the air, crept over and tapped it on the nose with a tiny pillow. “Excuse me, is it, um, are you, is it, oh, I found you. Oh, that’s lovely.” Stabbz linked their minds telepathically for seven hours (“That’s enough time for one lecture”) and slipped behind the enemy. There he grabbed a duck. It was the mama, and she turned invisible along with him. Stabbz knew she would burst into fairy fire if struck, so he asked his partner, mind to mind, “Can I do something stupid?” Then he dropped her right behind Thornabub and Mcswiggins.

The mama duck went off like a fireball. Mcswiggins took the full blast. Thornabub, who shrugs off fire, felt it wash over him and remained sure he’d heard a duck. Stabbz dodged clear, leaving unscorched footprints in the blackened ground. When Flynry asked after the ducklings, the Grandmaster admitted she had no clue what happened to mom, but “We have a duck sanctuary. It’ll be okay.” Mcswiggins swung his cushion at the quacking air (“Alright, Ghost Duck! You’re done haunting me!”) and missed twice. “I’m a people person,” Stabbz apologized. Flynry pointed out that he had just dropped a nuclear duck on two people.

A duck had died, though, and someone had to pay. The Arbiter picked up his metal folding chair, flared his wings, dove at Stabbz and smashed him with it. “I’m sorry, the duck hurt me!” The chair now has a dent, and as the Grandmaster noted, it will always wobble.

Crows and a Perfect Stab

The third chaos event filled a tall tree with very large, very perceptive crows. They picked out the invisible Stabbz at once and drew blood. (“I felt it in my plums.”) Thornabub charged and swung right over Stabbz’s head, his voice cracking as he yelled at him to stand still. Then he tried diplomacy: what if Stabbz played dead and let them kill his friend? Stabbz declined politely. He had read the syllabus, and he was a professor.

Flynry circled behind Mcswiggins and pummeled him, dropping out of his invisibility. Stabbz was about to stab the battered Mcswiggins, but the Grandmaster stopped him. “I don’t want you to take the easy way out of this, Professor Stabbz. Make them both suffer. Let them see.” So he turned on Thornabub instead. He landed a perfect strike and stacked every trick he had into one devastating stab. “What the duck?” gasped Thornabub, and he fell. “I’m a professor of doing this,” said Stabbz.

Bloodied and broken, Mcswiggins asked whether there was supposed to be “some sort of talking treasure chest or some bullshit.” The Arbiter snapped his fingers, and the Box of Chaos slammed down beside him. “Greg, are you in there?” “It’s Gerald,” said the box. “You look like shit.” Mcswiggins offered “actual Satan’s corpse,” suggesting Gerald could have it stuffed for the mantelpiece. Gerald admitted he had a couple of corpses already but could use another. Mcswiggins heaved Thornabub inside (“All’s well that ends in hell”), and out floated a weapon of fate, an axe holding charges of luck. With the axe and the Grandmaster’s baffling advice to take extra swings, Mcswiggins finally landed a real blow on Stabbz. Flynry was confused, since the Grandmaster had pushed his partner off an easy kill and was now coaching the enemy. Mcswiggins was overwhelmed too: “Fucking Christ, I quit. I quit… I hate it here!”

The Insurance Policy

With his team collapsing, the Arbiter pounded his chair. “No, this is not acceptable!” He snapped his fingers, and the arena quaked. Lava burst up everywhere and hurled Flynry and Stabbz against the temple stairs. The box sat on the field, closed and rumbling.

Inside it, Thornabub drifted in yellow and pink flames, and both his and Mcswiggins’s eyes sprang open. With a friendly hand on Mcswiggins’s shoulder before the fight, he had cast a ward against death on his teammate and then on himself. “Ah, yes, just as I planned. Listen here, box! I’m going to tear you apart from the inside out unless you give me something good.” Gerald protested that he was already giving them their lives. Thornabub overpowered him anyway and threatened to animate Gerald’s corpse collection and steal it. “Calm your tits, bud. I don’t want any trouble.” Gerald handed over a golden scroll holding his most powerful spell and begged, “Listen, just promise never to come back.” Both champions popped out of the box alive. The Arbiter called it an insurance policy. Stabbz pointed at the box: “This is bullshit! I want to go home!”

Beer, Poetry and a Stuck Tongue

Stabbz begged the hosts for a full night’s rest and got a sliver of healing “for trying your ass.” He hurled a psychic blade fifty feet into Mcswiggins and healed Flynry. Mcswiggins had nothing ranged, so he beamed a rock at Stabbz’s head (“Why is it just me?! On this, the day of my fucking death”) and missed. The weapon of fate then shattered, its luck used up. “What fresh bullshit is this?” asked Stabbz. Mcswiggins grabbed a shard and stabbed him with it. “The irony, I am now the one that is stabbed.” Then Mcswiggins ran off to hide behind a rock.

Flynry asked whether the box was open for further business. It was, despite the “back in 30 minutes” sign Mcswiggins had hung on it (the B was backwards). Flynry shot an arrow into it with one of his poems wrapped around the shaft. Flynry had never had a home, and he had written poems for every chapter of his travels with Locket and Toddleheim, chasing the Arbiter on the Grandmaster’s behalf. Gerald read it slowly. “Fuck is this, a Nicholas Sparks book?” The Grandmaster snapped, “That is poetry and you will honor that as greatness.” A column of fire delivered a Tome of Clear Thought to Flynry’s feet, and he walked away sharper and quicker on his feet.

He back-handsprung over a river of lava to reach Mcswiggins, who sealed himself in a tomb of ice made of beer. Flynry pounded on it until, as Thornabub put it, he became “that kid who licked the ice pole in Christmas Story.” The Grandmaster ruled that his tongue was now frozen to the beer-ice, right on top of Mcswiggins’s head. “Do you know that your part is very straight? You combed your hair… That’s good.”

Meteor Swarm

Thornabub flew back, unrolled the golden scroll (“You better not fail me”) and called down Meteor Swarm on everyone, his own teammate included. Panicking, Flynry dug through his pants, found paper, a wooden spoon and finally a small golden heroic coin. He flicked it up to the Grandmaster, who caught it perfectly, and its ring was the most beautiful sound anyone had ever heard. He shifted into his beast form, and the heat of the change thawed his tongue. It wasn’t enough. The meteors took out all three. “I’m bug splatter on the windshield, man.” Thornabub then filled the area with poison cloud just to be sure. As he explained, he was not worried about Stabbz getting up, but he was very worried about Flynry.

Flynry told his death as it happened. As the sky opened, he returned to his human form and stared ahead at nothing. He pictured his pen and paper and his time with Locket and Toddleheim, who appeared to him almost like spirits. Then Orin, the great bear, reached down from the heavens and held his shoulders. “It’s okay… you’re gonna come home now. Your journey is done. That home you’ve been searching for this whole time… That home you never had is here, and it’s time to go there.”

Flynry: “Home. I think I like that.”

Mcswiggins watched from his melting tomb. “Well, this wouldn’t be the first time I’m outclassed. It feels like it might be the last one. Unless I wake up in another hell.” He took one last sip, lay back to watch the meteors fall and gave his last chance at survival to his teammate. “That’s so thoughtful of you, McWackles,” said Thornabub. “I’ll never forget you.” Stabbz nearly pulled through but slipped away, still linked to Flynry’s mind. “Flynry… you mind if I come with you?”

The Crown

The Arbiter leapt up clapping: “Thornabub, you son of a bitch!” Thornabub crowed that he could have healed everyone and chose not to. The Grandmaster told him he could walk out and go talk to his daughter. He carved a slushie off Mcswiggins’s beer tomb and asked whether she wanted a rematch yet.

The fight left the Grandmaster ahead two wins to one. The Arbiter, “who will not cheat,” read out the Acolytes’ votes. Round 1, Glub Glub and Ralzamon against Veronica and Toddleheim, went to his side and tied it 2–2. Round 2, Silky Slim and Baron Voltágè against Cosmonius and Locket, went to the Grandmaster. Round 3 went to Flynry and Stabbz. “Are you not entertained? We went out in a blaze of glory! I’m dead.” The two appeared as smiling ghosts in fresh robes beside the Grandmaster’s chair. (“Well, my robe is dirty.”)

The Grandmaster won 4–2 and thanked her rival. She had missed this, she said, and she had thought he was going soft. It had taken him longer to rebel than she expected. The Arbiter conceded.

The Arbiter: “A wager’s a wager, so I will abide by our terms, but I’m keeping the fucking waterbed.”

He could keep the water bed and the hideous couch, the Grandmaster said, but he was moving to the dungeon. He would stay, “but not in the same capacity.” Then Doug trotted out in a tuxedo-like outfit with a small rose at his collar, carrying a collar and leash in his mouth. “This wasn’t part of the bet,” the Arbiter complained. He put it on anyway, it sealed shut by magic, and Doug paraded him around the arena.

Dried Blood

After the stream, the hosts confirmed the Grandmaster had taken the Battle for the Crown 4–2 to close the season. They had also held a tie-breaker roll-off just in case, which the Grandmaster won 4 to 3. Thornabub’s double death ward had been planned: his player asked ahead of time whether he could prepare the spells before the fight, the first time anyone had asked to do that. The hosts admitted that the Horn of Valhalla in an earlier round had been a mistake (“a good way to kill five berserkers at one time”). They also reassured anyone worried that this was probably not the last of Flynry.

Notable Moments

  • Prof. Stabbz stole an invisible mama duck and dropped her behind the enemy as a fairy-fire bomb.
  • The Arbiter avenged the duck by diving out of the stands and smashing Stabbz with a folding chair, which now wobbles forever.
  • Thornabub came back to life inside the Box of Chaos and shook it down for a Meteor Swarm.
  • Gerald paid for one of Flynry’s poems with a Tome of Clear Thought, despite comparing it to Nicholas Sparks.
  • Flynry’s tongue froze to the top of Mcswiggins’s head while Mcswiggins sat sealed in a tomb of beer-ice.
  • Flynry died in Orin’s ghostly embrace, then reappeared with Stabbz as smiling ghosts beside the Grandmaster.

Memorable Quotes

  • The Arbiter: “It’s velour. You don’t throw out velour.”
  • Prof. Stabbz: “I intend to put all the ducks on my body.”
  • Thornabub: “I will imagine it’s my daughter I’m beating.”
  • Mcswiggins: “You got any use for, like, actual Satan’s corpse? I feel like you could get it stuffed if you have a mantelpiece in there.”
  • Gerald (the Box of Chaos): “Calm your tits, bud. I don’t want any trouble.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “That is poetry and you will honor that as greatness.”
  • Flynry: “Do you know that your part is very straight? You combed your hair… That’s good.”
  • Prof. Stabbz: “Are you not entertained? We went out in a blaze of glory! I’m dead.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Flynry (BDTeej), Team Grandmaster.

  • Background:
    • A large monk/pugilist with no weapons.
    • A traveler who never had a home.
    • Writes poetry chronicling his journey with Locket and Toddleheim, on the Grandmaster’s behalf and “pursuing the Arbiter.”
    • Has been to the Eastern Outpost temple “with Orin.”
    • Hears ancestral cries of an angry Scottish wizard who protected ducks.
  • Gear and powers:
    • Cloak of Shadows, Silence, Inflict Wounds and Bestial Shift (a beast form).
    • Immune to poison.
    • A short bow.
    • Carries a wooden spoon and a small golden heroic coin, which he flicked to the Grandmaster as his hero point.
  • In this episode:
    • Gained +2 Int and +2 Dex from a Tome of Clear Thought.
    • His tongue got stuck to Mcswiggins’s beer tomb.
    • Died in the Meteor Swarm, embraced by Orin’s spirit: “Home.”
    • Appeared afterwards as a robed ghost beside the Grandmaster’s chair.

Prof. Stabbz (Thenoirenigma), Team Grandmaster.

  • Background: small (about the size of Thornabub’s daughter) and seeking tenure. Last time he was “dumped in lava.” Hates it here; “good at fighting but he doesn’t like it”; “a people person”; always scared.
  • Powers: psychic blades, invisibility, Psionic Whispers (a telepathic link), Fury of the Small, Blade Flourish, Silvery Barbs, Healing Word, Evasion, Uncanny Dodge and Sharpshooter.
  • His pillow is embroidered with Stabbz in sequins.
  • In this episode:
    • Turned the mama duck into a faerie-fire fireball bomb.
    • Was hit by the Arbiter’s chair as punishment for the duck.
    • Stabbed Thornabub for 99.
    • Died following Flynry: “you mind if I come with you?”

Thornabub (GloriousGe0rge), Team Arbiter. Called Satan by Mcswiggins (“actual Satan”, “Beelzebub Lucifer”).

  • Has hands, wings, hooves and a tail. A “deal maker,” a trickster; flies.
  • Has a daughter. He says the Deathmatch worked out things between them, and he asks whether she wants a rematch.
  • Became the Arbiter’s close friend over drinks and “family struggles”; the Arbiter was setting up a guest room for him.
  • Powers: Guiding Bolt, Holy Weapon (“of the nine hells”), Charger, Death Ward, Action Surge, Second Wind, Cloudkill. Resistant to fire.
  • His pillow: red silk, covered in his enemies’ blood “and a few other fluids.”
  • In this episode:
    • Secretly Death Warded himself and Mcswiggins before the fight.
    • Bullied Gerald for a 9th-level scroll (Meteor Swarm).
    • Was the last one standing; made a beer slushie.

Mcswiggins (Bonus_Stage_Rob), Team Arbiter.

  • Background:
    • Dwarf-height (“a tall five”) and a barbarian with an axe.
    • Has a lifelong struggle with alcohol.
    • Arrived with a plunger on his face, convinced he’s in hell (“falling for 30 hours”). Still “feeling the mushrooms from last time.”
  • Powers:
    • Rage chant: “Hear me, Jameson, Johnny, and Jack… We’re on the attack. Get angry.”
    • Eldritch Smite.
    • Tomb of Levistus, which encases him in beer-ice.
  • His “pillow” was the Arbiter’s couch cushion.
  • In this episode:
    • Took a crit fireball from the duck bomb.
    • Called Gerald “Greg / Jeffrey / Jim.”
    • Fed Thornabub to the box and got a weapon of fate (later shattered).
    • Swan-dived into the box and was saved by Death Ward.
    • Gave his death save to Thornabub, who called him “McWackles.”

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • Moved a water bed, a velour patchwork couch and a TV into the Dread Fortress throne room. Wears Italian leather shoes.
  • Smashed Stabbz with his metal folding chair for the duck’s death; the chair now wobbles.
  • Erupted the arena with lava in anger.
  • Lost the crown. He keeps the water bed and couch, is moved to the dungeon, and is collared and leashed and paraded by Doug the Pug.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • A fan of animals.
  • Says she missed the Arbiter’s rebellion (“real consequences”) and thought he’d gone soft.
  • Keeps her crown. She catches Flynry’s golden coin.

Gerald (the Box of Chaos) (Mudcat).

  • Insists on his name.
  • Already has “a couple of corpses” and was happy to take Satan’s.
  • Gave Mcswiggins a weapon of fate, Thornabub a 9th-level scroll and Flynry a Tome of Clear Thought.
  • Was threatened from inside by Thornabub; “Listen, just promise never to come back.”
  • Wears a “back in 30 minutes” sign (Mcswiggins’s).

Doug the Pug.

  • Sits beside the Grandmaster and rolls a chewed squishy d20, beating the Arbiter.
  • At the end he wears a tuxedo-like outfit with a rose and leads the Arbiter on a leash.

Orin. A giant bear, Flynry’s past companion (the Eastern Outpost). His spirit reaches down from the heavens to take Flynry “home.”

The goblin server. A cute goblin with a serving tray, sent across planes to fetch Stabbz a raspberry White Claw.

The ducks of many things. A mama duck and seven ducklings.

  • The mama duck emits faerie fire when hit and became a fireball.
  • The ducklings never learned what happened. There is “a duck sanctuary.”

The crows. Very large, intelligent, perceptive crows nesting in a jungle tree. They attack anyone within 15 ft that they can sense.

Mentioned in the vote recap:

  • Round 1: Glub Glub, Razamon, Veronica, Toddleheim.
  • Round 2: Silky Slim, Baron Voltage, Cosmonius, Locket.

Places

  • Dread Fortress throne room, mid-redecoration (the water bed placed in front of the throne).
  • The dungeon of the Dread Fortress, the Arbiter’s new quarters.
  • The ancient jungle temple arena: a stepped temple carved with protective runes, 15-ft statues, a cliffside, vanilla bushes and a crow tree. Lava rivers came after the eruption.
  • The Eastern Outpost, which has a similar temple (Flynry’s past).
  • The duck sanctuary (mentioned).

Items

  • Weapon of fate: +3 to attack and damage, three d4 bless charges; it shattered.
  • 9th-level spell scroll (Meteor Swarm).
  • Tome of Clear Thought.
  • Flynry’s poem (fired into the box).
  • Flynry’s golden heroic coin.
  • The Arbiter’s water bed, velour couch and TV.
  • The Arbiter’s dented metal folding chair.
  • Doug’s chewed squishy d20.
  • The magical collar and leash that seal around the Arbiter.
  • The chaotic-event pillows.

Lore statements

  • Battle for the Crown result: the Grandmaster retains the crown, 4–2 (battle wins plus Acolyte votes).
  • The Arbiter is demoted and moved to the dungeon, to “stay with us, but not in the same capacity,” more in Season 3.
  • Death Ward can carry a champion through being thrown into the Box of Chaos.
  • The Box of Chaos holds corpses.

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