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For Halloween, the Arbiter cracked open his favorite book and turned the arena’s lemonade vendor, a living amethyst die and the shadows of both hosts into four dragons, then set them loose on each other. Fizban’s Dragon Battle Royale dragged its champions from an open sky through three dragon lairs. Along the way it served up sandwich diplomacy, a failed union drive, a baby dragon and a mushroom that may or may not have made someone sing. At the end of it, the most frightened champion in the arena stood victorious with ten heads.

The Story

A Halloween Costume Party

The night opened with “Happy Halloween!” and a Grandmaster still putting the finishing touches on her outfit. “Above all things, I always go out for Halloween,” declared the Grandmaster. Inspired by “this new Treasury of Dragons,” she had made herself an aspect as a Topaz dragon, “more gold than I hoped.” The Arbiter felt underdressed in what appeared to be a cat costume. “You’re a very cute cat,” she assured him. “I found this thing in the dumpster,” he replied. “It smells like cheese.”

The first champion was a familiar face: Narfi, who runs the lemonade stand at the arena, “the best lemonade in the entire realm.” He had been promised more ice for his chronically warm lemonade, and the Arbiter now offered all the ice he would ever need if he won. Narfi only caught up afterwards: “I’m sorry, what? Fight for what?”

His opponent was Vashon, a living amethyst die, no longer held by “the confounds of Captain Robert’s birthstone, not really his birthstone dice.” He vowed to “break my shell and let my purple amethyst rain all over your faces.” Narfi objected on scientific grounds, since hot things poured on cold lemonade make warm lemonade. “That’s thermodynamics.” The Grandmaster was impressed: “This guy knows science.”

Four Dragons and a Dice Cup

Knowing the Grandmaster had “a thing for dragons,” the Arbiter proposed a battle between them. She liked dragons, she clarified, but did not want to date one, “an important distinction.” Then he produced a large leather tome with “Fizban’s Treasury” on the spine. Since the night called for it, he suggested the hosts get a piece of the action through their shadows.

With a wave of his hands, he drew out the Grandmaster’s shadow, identical to her but in inverse colors. Then he pulled out his own shadow once again. The shadow was thrilled as ever: “What the fuck do you want this time?” When Narfi fretted that there was so much talk of death, the Arbiter promised that tonight he would make the Acolytes “make their own lemonade, but in their pants.”

The Arbiter pulled tiny dragon forms out of the book’s pages and hurled them at the contestants. Narfi’s bones cracked as he swelled into a Dracohydra, and from then on he mostly spoke in the plural: “We are many, many heads.” After some debate over the plural of Narfi (Narfai? Narfosis?), he settled on “Narfacist.” Vashon took a glowing purple essence to the chest and rose as an Amethyst Dragon, “a dragon all the time.” The Grandmaster’s shadow became a gorgeous gold-and-orange Topaz Dragon.

The Arbiter’s shadow had a harder time. It broke apart into ethereal light, and the Arbiter had to weld it into a suit of armor to make the Hollow Dragon. Its verdict: “I hate it here.”

Battle in the Clouds

The castle bled away into open sky, with a blinding green crystal spinning at its center and the hosts swelling to dragon size above. The Acolytes got involved before the fight even started. They hurled everything they’d brought: fish heads, a cat in sunglasses, pizza, flaming people, goblins and “someone’s grandmother again.” Three dragons dodged it all. The Dracohydra had too many heads to keep track of, and the barrage battered it. “Know that you are the first to draw blood on this field,” the Grandmaster told the crowd proudly.

Chaos piled on chaos. The Grandmaster’s aspect won a glowing red egg that would hatch in six rounds. Then the whole field was thrown into a game of tag, with the Hollow Dragon starting as “it.” The Topaz Dragon promptly formed an alliance with the Dracohydra. “We’re BFFs now. We’re going to get matching tattoos after this arena.” When the Arbiter protested that there were rules, she replied, “There are, and I can make whatever I want.” Everyone else avoided the Hollow Dragon. Too many cooties.

The Amethyst Dragon opened by breathing a gravity-warping blast that pinned the Dracohydra in place and lopped off its first head. “For when you cut off one head of the Hydra, two more will grow in its place,” Narfi answered. Two did, splitting out of the neck in a way that was “not clean, it’s not magical, it is just very anatomical.” “We are growers, not showers.” Vashon then teleported to the far corner of the sky. The Topaz Dragon was disgusted by the hit-and-run. When she reached for the giant crystal, it went white hot and the whole world shifted.

Home Invasion

The dragons landed in a cave behind a roaring waterfall: the Amethyst Dragon’s lair. “I’m coming home,” Vashon crooned. “This is my world now.” He whispered to the Topaz Dragon that “sandwiches will be ready soon.” Then he flew over and clawed and bit her three times before vanishing again. “Does it look like the sandwiches were good?” she asked, showing off her fresh scars.

The Hollow Dragon’s armor exploded in every direction and snapped back together. The Topaz Dragon answered by bending the waterfall at him like a fire hydrant. “Yes, I am a waterbender. Everyone recognize this.” When her claw missed, she switched to words:

“That’s why you’re called a hollow dragon because nothing’s in you whatsoever. No heart, no brain, and probably not even a soul within it. I hope that cuts deep.” — the Topaz Dragon

Spurned, the Hollow Dragon tried to unionize the Dracohydra. He pointed out that the Grandmaster made Narfi fight to the death and paid minimum wage, and argued they could “control the means of production of the ice.” Narfi was horrified: “This is how you get us both fired by doing this union talk at work.” The Grandmaster promised a meeting with all vendors and caterers to address their work balance. Narfi had one condition: “Just no more committees.”

The cave sprouted mushrooms. Vashon’s spectral projection ate a healing one, which did nothing for a projection, then rolled a natural 1 against a target with six heads. “My projection is a bitch,” Vashon admitted. Mortified, he retreated into his bedroom and shut the door. The Hollow Dragon ate a poisonous mushroom and shrugged it off. The Topaz Dragon put up a shimmering protective shell and flew over to knock on Vashon’s door with a pep talk: “When you make a good sandwich, you finish it.” He cracked the door open with one claw hanging out, then came out coughing and spat an explosive crystal at her. “Did you just try to throw up on me?” she demanded; she had been offering to help him, “not be your vomit bucket.” It bounced off her shell, hit the Hollow Dragon and collapsed him into a talking puddle inside his own armor.

The Grandmaster called a timeout for lemonade. Todd from the blue raspberry slushie stand was covering Narfi’s stand, slipping around without restaurant shoes. Narfi threatened to snap him in half if blackberries got in the lemonade. Afterwards, the Arbiter gave a shout-out to Wes Wolf, an Acolyte in the nosebleeds who had commissioned a painting of Doug the Pug by Saint Cinder. Then Doug declared a no bones day. To shake off the bad juju, the Grandmaster gave every dragon a little luck.

The fight got uglier. The projection’s teeth gnawed into a neck, blood gushing, and ripped a head off its supposed ally, the Dracohydra (“Why, why do you hurt us… oh wait, we’re friends”). Vashon stripped the Topaz Dragon’s shield and crouched over the green crystal: “It is my egg now. I want to stay home. It’s scary everywhere else.” Breath weapons went off in every direction. “I didn’t brush my teeth lately, so suck it,” the Topaz Dragon announced before her necrotic blast. The Dracohydra answered with a prismatic spray of lightning, and the Arbiter ruled that it got lighter and faster with every head it lost. When tag ended, the Dracohydra had forgotten to tag anyone, and a little red X exploded on its claw.

The projection then flubbed a second natural 1, and the Grandmaster lost patience. “Arbiter, from here on out, every punishment, every consequence, and every good thing will be doubled in effect.” Her own aspect immediately ate double damage from Vashon’s singularity breath. The Topaz Dragon teleported on top of him to crush the crystal under his weight. When that failed, she sank her teeth into his neck. “You were the best of us!” The Arbiter suggested her acting classes were going to her head. The Dracohydra then sent its “one smart head” sneaking toward the crystal while six others distracted. Vashon teleported away, so all six bites landed on the Hollow Dragon for a brutal 78 damage. “You’re basically the ideal unionized worker in one body. Why are you doing this?” the Hollow Dragon wailed. “You told us it was a fight to the death,” Narfi replied. “We fight to the death.” Then the smart head touched the crystal.

The Tower by the Sea

The battle moved to a castle tower on a remote island, the Topaz Dragon’s lair. “Welcome home, everyone,” she purred. “This is where beauty lies.” Her egg hatched into a tiny wyrmling, Junior Topaz, whom she shoved straight out of the nest at the Hollow Dragon. It gummed his leg.

Sandwich diplomacy resumed. The Topaz Dragon offered Vashon a place on her team if he killed the Hollow Dragon. Vashon secretly sent the Hollow Dragon a psychic promise that he would double-cross them. The Hollow Dragon then turned on the Topaz Dragon with a fresh threat: “One day, me and the Arbiter, we’re going to kill all of you.” He promised a beanbag chair and a soda fountain to follow.

The Grandmaster turned to her colleague. “Care to explain what your aspect is saying?” The Arbiter insisted that “he doesn’t speak for me” and that this had “happened last time too.” “It has to come from a certain place, doesn’t it?” she asked, and promised a long talk later. “He looks like an idiot, you can’t take him at his word,” the Arbiter pleaded. “Fine, we’ll ignore the idiot this time.”

Vashon then made his own political turn. “In order for us to eat, we must destroy the mouths of the many.” He blasted the Dracohydra and fled to a high perch. Narfi prayed to “Boss” for strength, and she granted it. The Dracohydra leapt off its stumpy legs and drenched Vashon in poison, then grew its eighth head. Doug fired his laser eye to push the arena into one last change.

Blood in the Water

The Dracohydra had no lair, so the Arbiter made it one: a giant wave swept everyone into an underwater cavern laced with breathable magic. “We feel so much more nimbly bimbly here,” Narfi said, twice as fast in the water. The Topaz Dragon, who had “never made one” (a bond) with the Hollow Dragon, finished him with a bite. His last words promised a comeback, with cheese puffs, the Topaz Dragon dead, “or maybe we’ll skin you and make you into a footstool.” The light inside his armor faded, and the pieces drifted to the cavern floor. The Topaz Dragon caught his skull, held it up to the hosts, looked the Arbiter in the eye and crushed it. “That’s not fair,” the Arbiter said. “It’s a fair battle,” the Grandmaster replied. (At the table, it came out afterwards that the Hollow Dragon could have pulled itself back together if its pieces stayed close. The crushed skull put an end to that plan.)

“Once team hollow, always team hollow,” Vashon declared, and breathed his singularity on everyone. Junior Topaz died. The Topaz Dragon clung on with almost nothing left, and Vashon fled to the map’s edge “like a little bitch.” The Arbiter wondered aloud why Deathmatches always attract cowards. He then showered a nacho-loving sect of Acolytes below his balcony with cheese (“It’s the nacho splash zone!”). The Topaz Dragon used the last of her strength to teleport the stranded Dracohydra into range and whip up a whirlpool. Vashon breathed again and caught them both. She dissolved in the singularity, “eating away at my flesh until just the little school of fishies that come by nip away the rest of my body.”

It came down to the die and the lemonade man. “This is it for all the marbles, baby,” Vashon declared. His breath came back yet again, and this time the Dracohydra simply shrugged it off: “We are stronger.” Then it charged with all ten heads. Ten bites tore the Amethyst Dragon apart. “Sandwiches are mine,” Vashon said happily, dying. “This sandwich is so good.”

“There is blood in the water and that is enough for our fight,” the Grandmaster proclaimed, crowning the arena’s own lemonade vendor as the champion. His message to the Acolytes: “Half-priced lemonade for all.”

Dried Blood

Still speaking as the Dracohydra, Narfi credited his victory to teamwork: “We win because we are smarter with heads put together.” Back to his usual self, he saw “opportunities for growth” for the lemonade stand and was even open to adding Vashon’s blackberry lemonade, though he couldn’t quite remember Vashon’s name. His parting wisdom: “When one head has an idea, it’s best to listen… listen to those voices and bite the shit out of anything you see, especially if you have a lot of heads.”

Notable Moments

  • The Arbiter drew out both hosts’ shadows and turned them into dragons using his copy of “Fizban’s Treasury.”
  • The Hollow Dragon tried to unionize the Dracohydra over “the means of production of the ice,” and was firmly refused.
  • Vashon hid in his bedroom, and later, guarding the crystal, put Goo Goo Dolls’ “Iris” back on his Walkman.
  • After the projection’s second natural 1, the Grandmaster doubled every consequence for the rest of the match.
  • The Topaz Dragon crushed the Hollow Dragon’s skull in front of the Arbiter.
  • Narfi grew from five heads to ten and won with ten bites.

Memorable Quotes

  • The Shadow of the Arbiter: “What the fuck do you want this time?”
  • Narfi: “For when you cut off one head of the Hydra, two more will grow in its place.”
  • Vashon: “I want to stay home. It’s scary everywhere else.”
  • The Topaz Dragon: “My claws may not hit, but my words find their home.”
  • Narfi: “Just no more committees. I cannot be on any more committees.”
  • The Grandmaster: “It has to come from a certain place, doesn’t it?”
  • The Arbiter: “How is it that every time we have a deathmatch, we seem to get the most cowardly people to fight?”
  • Narfi: “I say to them, we say to them, Half-priced lemonade for all.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Narfi / the Dracohydra (feisty_viking).

  • Runs the lemonade stand at the arena, “the best lemonade in the entire realm.” Hates warm lemonade, the blue raspberry slushie stand and rock candy; afraid of dragons.
  • Lured in by the promise of unlimited ice; didn’t realize it was a fight to the death.
  • Turned into a Dracohydra by the Arbiter from Fizban’s tome. Speaks in the plural (“We are many”); also called Narfai, Narfacist, Narfissus.
  • Every 30 damage costs a head; two grow back from the split neck at the end of its turn, each restoring health. Rulings: flight speed doubles per head lost; doubled movement in water. Grew from five to ten heads over the fight.
  • Allied with the Grandmaster’s aspect (“Boss”); refused the Hollow Dragon’s union pitch (“Boss is good for us”).
  • Won the battle, killing the Hollow Dragon’s last support in a 78-damage round and finishing the Amethyst Dragon with ten bites. Declared half-priced lemonade for all.

Vashon / the Amethyst Dragon (CaptainRobear).

  • A living amethyst die (“normally being rolled as the dice”; “this is my first time” playing). Spelling of the name uncertain.
  • Turned into an adult Amethyst Dragon: floating purple crystals, long chunky tail, thick gullet; immune to prone (“such a chunker”).
  • Pro-blackberry lemonade; promised amethyst rock candy and grape-crush water fountains.
  • The cave behind the waterfall is his lair. Hid in his “bedroom” behind a door; listens to Goo Goo Dolls’ “Iris” on a Walkman.
  • Abilities used: gravitational/singularity breath, Psychic Step, beguiling whispers, Spatial Projection, explosive amethyst crystal, dispel magic, Force Cage.
  • Played both sides with sandwiches, secretly promising the Hollow Dragon a double-cross. Killed Junior Topaz and the Topaz Dragon; was killed last by the Dracohydra.

The Topaz Dragon — the Grandmaster’s aspect (Caustic Phoenix).

  • The Grandmaster’s Halloween “aspect,” then her shadow drawn out by the Arbiter (inverse colors), transformed into an Ancient Topaz Dragon: gold, yellow and orange wings with a blue hue.
  • Insists “I’m the aspect. I’m not the same as her up there… I can die down here.”
  • Her lair is a tower on a remote sea island, where she watches the giant squid.
  • Abilities used: waterbending (control water: redirect flow, whirlpool), anti-life shell, desiccating breath, psionic teleport, beguiling whispers.
  • Hatched and bonded with Junior Topaz. Killed the Hollow Dragon and crushed his skull. Died to the Amethyst Dragon’s singularity breath, eaten by fish.

The Hollow Dragon — the Shadow of the Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • The Arbiter’s shadow (from S1E3) pulled out again, turned into ethereal light and melded with a suit of armor. “What the fuck do you want this time?”
  • Started as “it” in tag.
  • Abilities used: Booming Scales (the armor explodes and reforms), Sapping Presence, Radiant Breath. Immune to poison, resistant to necrotic.
  • Pitched unionizing and seizing the “means of production of the ice.”
  • Repeated the threat: “One day, me and the Arbiter, we’re going to kill all of you”, with a beanbag chair, a soda fountain and cheese puffs.
  • Killed by the Topaz Dragon; his armor drifted apart and his skull was crushed. (Dried Blood: his card would have let him reform if the pieces stayed together.)

Junior Topaz (“Junior McTopaz”). A topaz wyrmling hatched from the chaos egg and bonded to the Topaz Dragon; looks like a baby Charizard. Gnawed on the Hollow Dragon’s leg; killed by the Amethyst Dragon’s breath.

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • Dressed as a cat (from a dumpster, smells like cheese) for Halloween.
  • Owns a large leather tome, “Fizban’s Treasury” (“my favorite book”), from whose pages he pulls dragon forms to transform champions.
  • Can draw out the Grandmaster’s shadow as well as his own. Distorts reality to move the arena between lairs, and put breathing magic in the water.
  • Still insists his shadow “doesn’t speak for me.” Eats nachos and lemonade and showers the cheese sect below.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Always goes out for Halloween. Sits next to Doug the Pug.
  • Ruled she can make whatever rules she wants. Declared all consequences doubled for the rest of the fight.
  • Promised a meeting with all vendors and caterers about work balance.
  • Suspects the Arbiter’s shadow speaks “from a certain place”; promises “a long talk later.”

Doug the Pug. The Grandmaster’s pug, at her seat. Decides bone day / no bones day (a no bones day tonight). Adds +7 with a “laser eye” to trigger the final map change. Subject of a painting commissioned by Wes Wolf.

Todd. Normally sells blue raspberry slushies; covered Narfi’s lemonade stand during the fight, slipping on the floor without restaurant shoes.

Wes Wolf. An Acolyte “in the nosebleeds” who commissioned the Doug the Pug painting (a real viewer, framed in-world). Saint Cinder is the artist.

The nacho-cheese Acolytes. A small sect seated just below the Arbiter, there only to be covered in nacho cheese.

Places

  • The open sky arena: clouds and the spinning green emerald crystal (castle surroundings bled into sky).
  • The Amethyst Dragon’s lair: a cave behind a raging waterfall, with nooks where mushrooms grow and a “bedroom” with a door and three-quarter walls.
  • The Topaz Dragon’s lair: a castle tower on a remote island in the sea, with tall perches (30 ft and 40 ft); giant squid offshore.
  • The Dracohydra’s lair (made for him by the Arbiter): an underwater cavern, crystal 160 ft down, breathable water.
  • The arena’s lemonade stand and blue raspberry slushie stand; the Grandmaster’s seat; the Arbiter’s balcony.

Items

  • The green crystal: touching it shifts the arena to a dragon’s lair.
  • The chaos egg: red, glowing and pulsing; hatched in six rounds into Junior Topaz.
  • The tag mark: a red X that explodes on whoever is “it” at the end.
  • The mushrooms: one healing, one poisonous, two unused.
  • Fizban’s Treasury, the Arbiter’s leather tome.
  • The Doug the Pug painting by Saint Cinder.
  • The 1d4 “no bones” inspirations.

Lore statements

  • Narfi has a lemonade stand in the arena, Todd a blue raspberry slushie stand.
  • The Arbiter can draw out the Grandmaster’s shadow (identical, inverse colors) as well as his own.
  • The Grandmaster’s aspect can die in the arena and is “not the same as her up there.”
  • The Arbiter’s shadow again voices a plan to kill the Grandmaster’s side with the Arbiter; the Arbiter again disowns it (“this happened last time too”).
  • The arena reaches dragon lairs; the Arbiter can make a lair for a champion that lacks one.
  • Doug the Pug’s bone day / no bones day affects the arena’s luck.

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