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A greedy little goblin who wanted to buy the crown met a winged Aasimar who hadn’t realised a Deathmatch involved dying. Grorx and Lord Xiren were sent to the Grandmaster’s “temple of the lost,” where they fought through barking hieroglyphs, a befriended mummy and a doll with far too many teeth. The match ended with a fireball, a tied crowd and a coin flip, and it produced one of the strangest outcomes the arena had ever seen.

The Story

A Bones Day Decision

The night began in The Dread Fortress, where The Arbiter made his entrance with characteristic grace: “It is I, the Arbiter, of all things. I mean this specifically, but also other things that you don’t know about. Shut up, nerd.” His audience was asleep. The Grandmaster was napping on her throne, and he had to tap his cane to wake her. She was unrepentant. An afternoon nap, she explained, was a requirement for everyone, and it worked best with Doug the Pug beside her. The Arbiter said he had no time for naps, even with time magic, because he was busy finding subjects for her Deathmatches. She dismissed this as “Excuses.”

He had brought a gift. Two goblins staggered in under a painting ten times their height: a giant velour portrait of Doug, painted as an optical illusion. Depending on how you looked at it, Doug either had bones or didn’t. “Grandmaster, the bones now are at your discretion,” the Arbiter announced. Elusia worried this was a lot of responsibility, since things had been “a lot easier when Doug the pug just decided for us.” She shook the real Doug, who rolled onto his back with his tongue out, wheezing, plainly needing a few more hours. She gave her ruling: “Doug the Pug does not have bones today, but perhaps our champions will give me bones instead.”

The Champions and the Crown

The Arbiter ripped open a portal, and out walked the two champions. Grorx, a small goblin in heavy plate, wanted to talk about his fee first. The Arbiter promised he would be “rewarded handsomely” if he survived. When Grorx asked what happened if he died, the Arbiter replied, “I don’t see how paying your corpse would make any difference to you.” Grorx said, “Deal.”

Lord Xiren was having a harder morning. He had been told he would put on a show for the Grandmaster. “Wait. I could die putting on a show for the Grandmaster?” The Arbiter asked what part of “Deathmatch” he didn’t understand. Xiren accepted with “So be it!” Grorx kindly offered to guide the newcomer: “The easy part, you’re just gonna die.”

Introductions went badly in both directions. Grorx’s first question about the throne room was “How much for the crown?” The Grandmaster informed him her crown was not for sale, because it was something she had earned. Unbothered, he introduced himself as “Grox the Great. Greatest of Goblin Kind, Troll Kind, Orc Kind, and Elven Kind. Not Dragon Kind though, I don’t fuck with that.” Xiren, meanwhile, couldn’t find the Grandmaster at all, because his eyes were “only partially working.” She snapped her fingers and a spotlight hit her throne, flaring blindingly off its metal surface. Xiren shielded his eyes and declared himself “Your Aasimar, your protector, your champion!” The Grandmaster was charmed: this was “my fighter on the field,” and not “that other one who’s trying to steal my crown.”

The negotiations got stranger from there. Grorx explained his life philosophy (“you got to keep the standards low. That way you can always rise above the standards”) and his escape plan (“I’m the greatest at running away”). Once the Grandmaster raised the bar, he decided the crown was out of his price range anyway. He had been planning to pay with credit. “You don’t take Omnicard?” Xiren added, “You don’t take Orcish Express?” They did not. Grorx admitted he had used his contract as a napkin, which the Arbiter assured him was still binding. Xiren’s contract only said “please the Grandmaster,” until the Arbiter handed him a giant magnifying glass and pointed out the small print: “not responsible for maiming or dismemberment or death.” Xiren pressed on regardless.

Into the Temple of the Lost

The Arbiter widened the portal, and a wave of hot air and sand blew through. They could not travel by train, because the goblins hadn’t finished it. Grorx, speaking for his people, said goblins were the worst laborers. Above the arena, hordes of Acolytes screamed in mock gift-store copies of the Grandmaster’s crown, paid for in cash, of course. Their fervor had already summoned a chaos event, and the Arbiter announced they had demanded two.

The Grandmaster revealed the arena: “My temple of the lost, Kabehe’s Temple.” The fight began in a cool underground chamber full of sand, lit by a sliver of light from above, with a staircase to a ledge twenty feet up. When she spread her deep blue wings and lifted off to her secondary throne, a cloud of red sand mixed with bone dust rose behind her. She hinted that the champions were “not necessarily stuck here,” and the Arbiter repeated the hint with a wink. Xiren took the high ground on the ledge. Grorx had just discovered he was the only one without wings, and vowed to fire his manager.

The Hounds and the Falling Rocks

The first chaos event woke Doug as if he’d been electrocuted, and he barked his head off. The dog hieroglyphs carved into the temple walls lit up and barked along with him, and the noise drowned out every spoken word. For a while, no one could cast a spell that needed a voice. For Xiren, whose magic was almost entirely spoken, this was a disaster.

The second event set the Grandmaster laughing so hard her feet stomped. “This automatically means the no bones day has turned into a bones day,” she cackled, and rocks fell from the ceiling. Grorx dodged every one of them, explaining that this reminded him of growing up, with dogs barking and people throwing rocks at him: “every goblin grows up like this.” Xiren, busy covering his ears, was hit by the falling rocks. He was then briefly distracted by the protector’s urge to feel bad about Grorx’s very sad childhood.

Hit and Run

Unable to cast over the barking, Grorx pulled out a javelin. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I really want ice cream.” He rolled a natural 20, and the javelin flew out of the dark and straight through Xiren’s shoulder. Grorx then ran for the far corner, as promised. On the way he spotted a sealed doorway and recognised the lock instantly: “Hey, that’s my dad’s door.” His father had designed it, and a hidden pressure plate opened it. His attempt to hide behind it in clanking plate armor went less well. “Clink clink clink,” and bits of goblin stuck out on every side.

The Acolytes loved “the hit and run,” Grorx’s patented move, and granted both champions their favor. Xiren pulled the javelin from his shoulder, broke it over his knee and laughed. His firebolt died in the din, so he yelled, “Dog, shut up! I’m working over here.” Doug barked louder, and the Grandmaster issued a warning. Xiren switched tactics at once: “Doug, you are so wonderful.” He flew off “the top rope” to land a thunderclap on Grorx, which just mixed in with the noise. Then he teleported back up the stairs to drink his tea.

The Hidden Chamber

Grorx serpentined across the floor until he found his father’s pressure plate. A carved stone lifted into the ceiling and revealed a ceremonial chamber. A great statue stood in a sunbeam, with a hieroglyph-covered plate beneath it, broken columns, and the bones of long-buried attendants in the dirt. Grorx’s knowledge of history let him recognise the place as the set of The Mummy starring Brendan Fraser. He went in search of Rachel Weisz. In the quiet away from the barking, he wrapped himself in a coat of magical frost.

Xiren, abandoned on his ledge, made a friend instead. Holding Doug up, the Grandmaster listened as Xiren told the pug, “You’re a good boy, no matter what the Grandmaster says about you.” Doug went quiet and gave him his blessing. It turned out he also liked praise.

Friends in Low Places

Xiren followed into the chamber and hid behind a pillar, shouting that the game was rigged because Grorx’s father had built the arena. The pillar crackled apart, and a mummy trapped inside lurched out and grabbed him. He was strong enough to shrug it off. Then, being Lord Xiren, he tried to make friends with it: “My, you have such smooth bandages. I do enjoy them.” He suggested they team up against the goblin on the stairs. The Arbiter warned that the mummy would know it had been manipulated when the magic wore off. The Grandmaster noted, “That’s also how friendship works. When you manipulate people, they find out.” Xiren then announced, “I wish to run and hide and touch myself,” and ducked behind the crumbled pillar to lick his wounds.

Grorx answered with a superhero landing from the ledge. It was a bow-legged, spider-like waddle that frightened Xiren badly. He set his sword alight with a branding smite and carved into the mummy. When asked about the numbers, he said, “I don’t know math. That’s why everything’s on credit.” Through it all the mummy stayed Xiren’s friend, and Xiren named him Michael Jackson, for “Smooth Criminal,” and announced he was starting to turn Russian.

Dolly Joins the Fight

The Acolytes demanded another chaos event and got “a classic friend of the arena.” A tiny sarcophagus rose from the dust, its lid creaked open, and Dolly floated out. “Will you be my friend?” Xiren was overjoyed. Meanwhile MJ fixed Grorx with his dreadful glare, which failed. Grorx shrugged that his mother had one too. Then he confessed he “may or may not have slain seven or eight of my siblings,” adding that “It was at home, so it doesn’t count.” Xiren offered him a great lawyer and handed MJ a business card “for that asbestos abatement.” MJ tried to eat the card, bit off his own fingers, and gave a thumbs-up as his thumb fell off.

Xiren took Dolly’s hand. Her fingers clamped in a death grip and burned a friendship mark into his palm, and she joined his side. He loosed a storm of magic missiles at Grorx. Grorx replied, “I will show him what D&D is,” and threw up a shield spell that stopped every dart. Dolly’s jaw dropped eight inches to reveal rows of sharp teeth, and she snapped at Grorx twice and missed twice.

The Grandest Spell

Stuck between a mummy and a doll (“clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right of me”), Grorx blinked away. He blasted both MJ and Xiren with eldritch blasts, and the hit shattered the magic holding MJ’s friendship. The mummy realised he had been “gaslit into friendship,” moonwalked toward Xiren, and landed a natural 20 punch. He punched Dolly for good measure. Xiren fled up the stairs and hurled a fireball, which Grorx caught mostly on his shield.

Then Xiren made his stand. “I would plead for my life, but that is not the way of Lord Xiren. I do hope that I’ve put on the performance that you wished.” He called on the Acolytes’ favor, and the crowd chanted “do it, do it, do it” as twelve scorching rays erupted from his hands. Eight struck Grorx, and stray rays bounced off the goblin’s shield and burned MJ to a crisp.

The Collapse

The hype triggered a fourth chaos event. Doug spat out a small d20, and the temple began to come down. Sand poured from above, cracks raced along the walls and scarabs fled the stone. A doorway of light opened in the far corner and both champions ran for it. Grorx begged the Acolytes for a second chance, and fate “found you unworthy”: a lump of rubble conked him on the head. Both burst out into the sunlight before a great temple carved into a mountainside. Behind them, Dolly was seen reaching out as the rocks came down. “We don’t know the fate of Dolly.” Xiren wanted to petition for a rescue. The Grandmaster said that “We will remember Dolly in our hearts.” Xiren cried, “For Dolly! For Dolly!”

Mercy in the Sun

Outside, Xiren took the high ground once more. Then he asked the Grandmaster for mercy on Grorx’s soul. She answered only to her Acolytes and put it to them: should both live, or must one die? The crowd split exactly in half. A coin flip ruled that death was asked for. “Whether you will give it to me or I will take it on my own, you must give it to us before this round is over. This is Deathmatch.”

Xiren obliged in the grandest way he could think of. He wanted “big booms,” so he dropped a fireball right next to himself: “And if I happen to blow myself up, then so be it!” Grorx was left one point from death, Xiren was badly burned too, and both were thrown into the rubble, dying. The crowd showered them with hot dogs that dried out instantly in the desert heat. One landed in Grorx’s twitching hand. “This is how I always thought I would die. I’m still the greatest.” Xiren praised his rival’s glorious bow legs. Then both slid toward death in perfect unison.

The Grandmaster descended. “Never! No!” Their fates were tied, she declared, “two phoenixes circling each other throughout eternity.” The Arbiter admitted he would have loved to see a death, and that he enjoyed “the sounds of the death rattle, the gurgling of one’s last gasp of breath, blood in the windpipe,” even the stuff that happens afterwards with the bowels, but deferred to her. Asked whether they wished to live together or die together, Xiren said Grorx’s name right for the first time all match. He said he “would be honored to live out our remaining days discovering what makes us both champions.” A second coin landed on one: they would both live, “but in only one body.” The two were pulled together and molded into a single creature with two heads and one leg slightly shorter than the other. The Grandmaster raised it to her crowd. A voice from the new body wailed, “Kill me, kill me now. Where did my wonderful legs go? They’re hideous bowed and green. What am I to do with these? How can I touch myself?” The Grandmaster promised an ice cream after-party. At the table, the hosts admitted that even the Grandmaster hadn’t known what the other side of that coin would have meant. The fusion was permanent: the two champions would live on as one.

Notable Moments

  • The Grandmaster’s velour painting of Doug turned the whole night into a debate over whether it was a bones day.
  • Grorx recognised the lock in the arena as his own father’s work, and then failed to hide behind it in clanking plate.
  • MJ the mummy bit off his own fingers trying to eat Xiren’s lawyer’s business card.
  • Grorx blocked an entire storm of magic missiles with one shield spell.
  • Lord Xiren ended the Deathmatch by fireballing himself along with his opponent.
  • Spared by a coin flip, the two champions were fused into one two-headed body with mismatched legs.

Memorable Quotes

  • The Arbiter: “I don’t see how paying your corpse would make any difference to you.”
  • Grorx: “Greatest of Goblin Kind, Troll Kind, Orc Kind, and Elven Kind. Not Dragon Kind though, I don’t fuck with that.”
  • Lord Xiren: “Wait. I could die putting on a show for the Grandmaster?”
  • Grorx: “See, you got to keep the standards low. That way you can always rise above the standards.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “That’s also how friendship works. When you manipulate people, they find out.”
  • Grorx: “I mean, I may or may not have slain seven or eight of my siblings.”
  • Lord Xiren: “It has been my honor to do battle in this dusty, crappy temple. And I would be honored to live out our remaining days discovering what makes us both champions.”

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “It is as if their souls are twins, two phoenixes circling each other throughout eternity. Clearly, these are bonded souls, and I will not be the one to separate this.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Grorx (“Grorx the Great”) (TimothiustheGr8). A small goblin in heavy plate with a shield and longsword.

  • Abilities: casts as a 4th-level warlock (Armor of Agathys, eldritch blast, misty step, shield) and uses Branding Smite and Shield Master. Throws javelins.
  • Claims greatness over goblin, troll, orc and elven kind, but “not Dragon Kind.” Sets standards low so he can rise above them; “the greatest at running away.”
  • Money: tried to buy the Grandmaster’s crown on credit (Omnicard, Orcish Express). Resells things. Holds many credit cards and throws them away when maxed. “I don’t know math.”
  • Lactose intolerant.
  • Goblin childhood: barking dogs and people throwing rocks at him.
  • His father designed the locking mechanism of the door in Kabehe’s Temple.
  • Claims he “may or may not have slain seven or eight of my siblings… at home, so it doesn’t count.” His mother has a dreadful glare.
  • Used his contract as a napkin. Without wings (“I gotta fire that guy,” of his manager).
  • Moves with a bow-legged, spider-like waddle that intimidated Xiren.
  • Hit-and-run style; his “patent move” per the crowd.
  • Ends fused with Lord Xiren in one two-headed body.

Lord Xiren (DadGotGameTV). An Aasimar, “your protector, your champion”, with wings.

  • Abilities: a sorcerer (twinned spells, firebolt, thunderclap, misty step, friends, magic missile, fireball, scorching ray) with the healing hands feature (never used).
  • Came believing he was only there to put on a show; his contract said “please the Grandmaster.”
  • Eyes “only partially working”: he couldn’t find the Grandmaster until she lit herself with a spotlight.
  • Promised a cookie and cold milk if he survived.
  • A friend-maker:
    • Praised Doug and received his blessing.
    • Befriended the mummy MJ.
    • Bonded with Dolly, whose mark burned into his palm.
    • Wanted to go back for her.
  • Knows “great lawyers” and asbestos-abatement people.
  • Started “turning Russian” (needs vodka).
  • Deliberately mispronounced Grorx’s name (Granshain, Grorix) until the end (Dried Blood).
  • Blew himself up with his own fireball to end the match.
  • Fused with Grorx. He laments his lost legs (“hideous bowed and green”).

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • Carries a cane. Doesn’t nap; time magic aside, “time waits for no one.”
  • Gifted Elusia a giant velour optical-illusion painting of Doug the Pug (bones / no bones), carried in by two goblins.
  • Says the goblins are behind on the train (“public works”).
  • Hands out giant magnifying glasses for the small print.
  • Loves the sounds of death (“the death rattle… blood in the windpipe… the bowels”) but defers to the Grandmaster’s ruling.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Takes a mandatory afternoon nap with Doug and needs at least six hours of sleep (“beauty sleep”).
  • Her throne has a metal surface. She has a secondary throne above the arena.
  • Her crown “is not for sale. This is something that I have earned.” Acolytes wear gift-store replicas of it.
  • Deep blue wings.
  • Called this temple “my temple of the lost”, “my pyramid”.
  • Let the Acolytes vote, flipped coins, and spared both champions by fusing them (“two phoenixes circling each other throughout eternity”). She draws “this wellspring of inspiration” from her Acolytes.

Doug the Pug. The Grandmaster’s pug, who naps with her and decides bones days.

  • His barking (plus the barking hieroglyph dogs) silenced verbal magic.
  • Likes praise; blessed Xiren.
  • Spat out the d20 for the final chaos event.
  • “Bones day” was declared mid-episode.

MJ (Michael Jackson) the mummy. Trapped inside a pillar in the ceremonial chamber.

  • Befriended by Xiren’s friends cantrip (“such smooth bandages”).
  • Moonwalks. Bit off his own fingers eating Xiren’s lawyer card, and his thumb fell off.
  • Turned on Xiren when the spell broke, with a nat 20 punch for 47.
  • Burned to a crisp by stray scorching rays.

Dolly. “A classic friend of the arena”: a small hovering doll that rose from a tiny glowing sarcophagus.

  • “Will you be my friend?” Her death-grip handhold brands a friendship mark.
  • Has an eight-inch dropping jaw with sharp teeth.
  • Probably crushed in the temple collapse; her fate is officially unknown. “We will remember Dolly in our hearts.”

The goblins of the Dread Fortress. Painting carriers and the (slow) train workforce.

Places

  • The Dread Fortress, the Grandmaster’s halls and throne.
  • Kabehe’s Temple [spelling uncertain], “my temple of the lost”:
    • Underground chamber: red sand mixed with bone dust; a second story 20 ft up a small staircase; walls with dog hieroglyphs; a door whose lock was designed by Grorx’s father (pressure plate).
    • Ceremonial chamber: large humanoid stone statue lit by a sunbeam; a hieroglyph-carved ceremonial plate under it; broken columns; bones and bodies of long-buried champions/attendants; the mummy’s pillar. Grorx’s history check identifies it as “the set of The Mummy”.
    • Outside: the front of a desert temple carved into a mountain, in hot sun.
    • The temple collapsed in the final chaos event.

Items

  • The velour Doug the Pug painting (optical illusion).
  • Gift-store replica crowns of the Grandmaster’s crown.
  • The champions’ contracts. The small print reads “not responsible for maiming or dismemberment or death.”
  • The giant magnifying glass.
  • Xiren’s lawyer business card (eaten).
  • Dolly’s tiny sarcophagus.
  • Ice cream after-party (the winner’s prize, given to the fused pair).

Lore statements

  • The Arena “has no escape”, and the Grandmaster sets traps.
  • The arena does not take credit; Acolytes pay cash.
  • A train is planned or under construction, worked on by goblins (not ready).
  • The Grandmaster can fuse two dying champions into one body.
  • Goblins are “taught from a very young age” to keep the bar low.
  • Acolytes’ chaos events can be voted and polled; a tied poll was settled by coin flips.

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