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Diamond Joe, an elderly dragonborn inventor in homemade power armor, came to the Void looking for his long-lost “boy.” Milliac, a big-bellied woodsman who turns into a polar bear when he gets excited, came because a flyer promised pie and punch. They met in an abandoned camp full of half-forgotten barrels of black powder. What followed was one of the strangest and most good-natured bloodbaths the Acolytes had seen: gifted pie, weaponized flatulence, a cloned bear named Honey Boo Boo, a parade of every bear imaginable, and an ending in which Milliac blew himself up with a bear made of gunpowder.

The Story

Down in the Catacombs

The night began far below the arena, deep inside The Dread Fortress. Past the hearths and the merriment, down in the dungeons and catacombs, The Arbiter kept a lab lit by wall sconces. It was crowded with bubbling beakers and jars of strange creatures floating in preserving fluid. Hunched over a book, scribbling feverishly, he was mid-scheme:

“And then phase three is going to be… Yes… This is going to work! My time is coming! This entire castle will be mine. The power. All of it. The fame. The glory. The prestige. The women. Well, we can worry about that later.” (The Arbiter)

The clack of heels echoed through the catacombs like a warning, and the Grandmaster called his name. Just before she walked in, the Arbiter slammed the book shut and waved most of his contraptions out of existence. He explained that he had been handling back-end work for the Deathmatch: the vendors, “the lemonade guy.” The Grandmaster asked after the blue raspberry slushies, and he confirmed they were in effect. She told him to work on his time management. She also told him to tidy up: “You should pick up here, by the way. It’s really messy.” With The Acolytes already screaming overhead, the Arbiter clapped open a portal and the two champions stepped through.

Pie, Punch and a Very Old Dragonborn

Diamond Joe arrived unsure he was in the right place. The Arbiter reminded him of their deal: Steely Dan could be found here, and after the Deathmatch the Arbiter would reunite them. “I look forward to seeing my boy again,” Joe said. He introduced himself as the creator of “Steely Dan the Sir,” and the Grandmaster was suitably impressed. The Arbiter remembered Steely Dan as “quite the instrument of destruction” in his previous Deathmatch.

Milliac had come from “the woods, down the block,” after seeing a flyer: Come, we fight. You get pie and punch. “I come bringing the punch, if you know what that mean,” he said. The Grandmaster hoped he meant both a drink and a fist. “I never go fisting without a drink,” Milliac replied. The Grandmaster was delighted that her flyers had worked. The Arbiter insisted the real problem was that it’s “so hard to find a Kinko’s in this day and age.” She declared both champions “terrifying in nature,” and the Arbiter opened a portal to “an old classic, one of your favorites.”

The Powder Camp

The arena was an abandoned dig site, all coarse sand, tents, barrels and clay pots, with a raised ledge about ten feet up and a climbable wooden structure across the back. A man named Farcheck had once dug for black powder here. “He may have been imaginary, I don’t know,” the Grandmaster admitted, “but the black powder that resides here is not imaginary.” Every Acolyte had been handed a satchel of black powder at the entrance. They had also already summoned a chaos event before the fight began.

It was “the most chaotic of chaotic events.” A tingle crept up both champions’ spines and spread across their skin, coating them in a strange shimmer that did nothing at all yet. They would have to find out what set it off. The two started in opposite corners, staring each other down.

Stop Hitting Yourself

Diamond Joe made the first move. He sniffed the air (“you don’t get nostrils like this without having huffed a bit of powder in your life”), christened his opponent “Pie Boy” and “Milli Vanilli,” and let his armor unfold over him in fused metal plates. Then he strolled over to chat about pie. Milliac’s favorite was cherry, and he sang about it. Joe crunched a little blue pill that made him move at double speed. “At my age… sometimes it’s just a bit better, so it’s not just over in six seconds.” He used that speed to bumble and swerve about. “He’s going to Mr. Magoo his way through a fight,” said the Arbiter.

Milliac answered by blurring across the sand in a trail of dust. “Is this freaking Sonic the Hedgehog here?” asked the Grandmaster. He pulled up nose to nose with Joe and expressed concern about all the pills. Joe explained that they and the armor were “pretty much all that’s keeping me in one piece,” and described Steely Dan as “a sort of eight or nine foot tall steam-powered vibrator” covered in cassette tapes and minidiscs. Milliac replied that he usually upgrades his machines.

When Joe finally swung his thunder gauntlet, the shimmer showed what it was for. It seized his muscles and turned his fist back toward his own face. For a while, any blow aimed at the other champion would come back on the attacker. Joe missed even himself the first time, then smacked himself properly. “All right, that’s a bit of a refresher.” Rather than keep at it, he pulled out a cream pie with a crispy lemon-colored topping and handed it over. “I’ve never been cream-pied so early in the night,” said Milliac. “The night is but a fetus,” Joe replied, and serenaded him: “Tale as old as time, song as old as wine, Milliac and the pie.”

The Grandmaster called it “true beauty, something we’ve yet seen on this arena.” The pie also had a side effect. When Milliac gets excited, he can’t control the beast inside, and he burst into his natural shape: a polar bear. Joe swore he hadn’t spiked anything and booped the bear on the snoot. The bear bared its fangs. With its nose, it sniffed out a large barrel of black powder.

Joe raised a shimmering field of radiant energy, reminded Milliac that he’d given him pie and so they were “good, right? Whatever happens,” and then breathed lightning on him. Next came a thunderous blast through the suit, which Joe presented as a fart (“Pardon me, that pie does not agree with me sometimes”). It knocked the bear back ten feet with a boom audible three hundred feet away. While Joe was lost in a “senior moment,” the bear padded over on perfectly silent paws. It drew on Milliac’s days in a traveling circus, spun the barrel on its feet, and hurled it. “I’ve tossed a few salads in my life,” said Joe, “but I’ve never tossed a barrel of black powder.” The barrel exploded at full force. Joe’s protective magic and field soaked up some of it, and the Grandmaster noted that it had only been half full. The bear then tried to heal itself and recovered a single hit point. “That paper cut that you had bringing into this fight heals up for you on your tiny paw.”

Barrels and Ledges

Joe complained that throwing barrels at an elderly gentleman was a bit unfair. Chat loved him for it, and the Grandmaster gave him a little boost. He also had a bone to pick: why hadn’t he been invited to last week’s dragon battle royale? The Arbiter promised he’d be in on the next one.

Then came Joe’s repulsion breath, which he blamed on being a dragonborn (“all dragonborns are known to have bad breath”). It shoved the bear twenty feet into a second barrel, which exploded. A little laser popped out of his shoulder, flickered like a dying battery, and fired true once he rubbed the batteries between his palms. The bear was down to almost nothing. It charged anyway, leaping to tackle Joe off the ledge. Joe simply sidestepped, and the bear sailed off the edge.

From below, the bear swiped at Joe’s ankles. Joe kindly reached down to help it up, forgetting his gauntlet was still on. The jolt knocked Milliac out of bear form. “Something electric between us, I’m guessing.” Another thunderous fart blew Milliac off the edge entirely. He rolled across a tent and smashed a clay pot of more powder. Milliac got up, rubbed powder between his hands like Salt Bae, and heated Joe’s metal armor until it glowed. “Oh, as my friend Nelly would say, it’s getting hot in here. I better take off all my clothes,” said Joe. Since he couldn’t exactly take off a suit he lived in, he had to fight on half-cooked. The Grandmaster called a halftime break, needing pie and “sunglasses before we see whatever is underneath that armor.”

Grease, Bears and Butts

Joe came back insisting he was “not some three-round Joe.” He slicked the ground around Milliac with grease, a “social lubricant,” then supplied the spark with a lightning breath. Grease and spilled powder went up in flames together. “Now that is how you get a party started if you ask old Diamond Joe.” The heat in his armor finally faded, but Milliac was not one to give up. Roaring as he rolled in the grease, he summoned a second polar bear beside Joe. “That’s my power. I just summon bears. It’s quite unbearable.” He named it Honey Boo Boo. He marked Joe as his prey (“A bit first date creepy,” said Joe) and pulled a javelin out of his backpack. “Well, hello, Mary Poppins,” said the Grandmaster. The greasy javelin slipped from his hand and stuck in the rock above his own bear.

Joe teleported behind the bear to line it up with Milliac and sent a bolt of lightning through both like a pool shot. The Grandmaster described this, accurately, as “a taser straight to the butthole.” Honey Boo Boo clenched its butt cheeks and took less of it. Milliac healed himself properly this time and sent his bear in to defend its dignity: “No one gets in the hole of Honey Boo Boo. Don’t let them get the honeypot.” A bewildered Joe protested that he was “primarily here looking for my lost boy.”

A Night of Bears

The Acolytes screamed the Arbiter’s name and gave each champion a surge of heroic power. Then the Arbiter worked his own chaos. He raised a hand, and Honey Boo Boo’s bones creaked and split with ungodly sounds until there were two polar bears. “Yes! More bear,” cheered Milliac. The Grandmaster called it one of the Arbiter’s best moves yet. He noted that the alternative had been giving a champion two heads.

Chat demanded more, and the Grandmaster declared “a night of bears.” The roars of countless honey-hunting bears grew so loud that no one could speak a spell aloud. Then a parade of bears of every shape looped through the arena, cubs riding on their parents’ shoulders. Joe happily joined the conga line. Milliac and his bears danced along too, and everyone was swept off the ledge and trampled in “mosh pit joy.”

Joe came to asking who all these people were, then remembered the pie. He breathed lightning on Milliac and a bear, teleported, and sent his last bolt through all three. Milliac rolled a perfect 20 and came through untouched, and the Grandmaster declared him resistant to lightning from then on. Honey Boo Boo Prime did not survive. Milliac became a polar bear one last time, sent the surviving copy in as a feint, and landed a vicious claw and bite. Joe stayed standing: “Sometimes you have to hand things over to the youth of the day. Just, I didn’t expect it to be my hand.”

The Grandmaster asked the Arbiter for a little dance. “I will not.” She punished him for disappointing her and then doubled all damage. “I want this to hurt.”

The Bear Bomb

Joe slapped the Milliac-bear hard with his gauntlet, then punched himself in the face again. “Why do you keep hitting yourself? Stop hitting yourself,” said the Grandmaster. With his own heroic surge, he unleashed one more giant fart and launched both polar bears into the air, legs flailing. He had also hoped to whip up a napalm fart tornado, but the Arbiter ruled the grease and powder had already burned. Joe saved the napalm fart tornado for another episode, and the Grandmaster told him, “Save your farts.” The second Honey Boo Boo was destroyed, and Milliac was knocked back into his own shape, barely alive.

“Milliac doesn’t go out like this.” In honor of Honey Boo Boo, he drew every speck of powder out of every barrel and pot. It gathered into a gigantic, fuzzy black bear with glittering dust for eyes and a little nub of a tail that fizzed like a fuse. It rampaged forward and exploded across the whole arena, Milliac included. Joe threw up his protective magic and survived. Milliac did not. Joe looked down at his fallen foe:

“This, ladies and gentlemen, is one of the key problems of going when you bring the bear back.” (Diamond Joe)

“Oh, never go full bareback,” Milliac managed. “Always, always use protection,” Joe replied. “That’s why I always carry Absorb Elements.”

The Grandmaster descended into the smoldering arena carrying Doug the Pug, who ran to lick the ashen Milliac’s face. The Arbiter swooped down and grabbed Milliac by the foot, since he was covered in burnt grease and lube. “This is disgusting, but I guess I might find a use for you somewhere,” he said. He secretly healed Milliac back from the brink and flew him away, unseen by anyone else.

The Grandmaster offered Joe her hand. “The weather is fantastic here. Let me take you to the sky.” She promised him ice cream and a reunion with his creation. As they rose toward the chanting Acolytes, she invited his final words. Joe asked whether he could get “a bit of a handjob while I’m at it.” The Grandmaster let go, and he fell back to the ground. “Sometimes you ask for too much. Welcome and good night.”

Dried Blood

The Arbiter kept his word. He brought Diamond Joe to a large room full of scrap metal and junk, where the pieces of Steely Dan lay waiting. “He’s in here somewhere.” The Grandmaster pointed out that Joe had built him once and might as well do it again. Joe, it was suggested, would probably forget he’d won within thirty seconds. In their farewells, Milliac reminded everyone to “use protection when dealing with fire damage.” Joe warned the young not to ask the Grandmistress for handjobs, because “It’s for the elderly.”

Notable Moments

  • The episode opened on the Arbiter’s secret catacomb lab and his “phase three” plan to make the castle his, hidden just in time from the Grandmaster.
  • Joe’s first move after a chaos curse turned his punch back on his own face was to give his opponent a cream pie.
  • Milliac spun a barrel of black powder on his feet like a circus bear and hurled it at Joe.
  • The Arbiter split Honey Boo Boo into two polar bears, followed by a deafening parade of every kind of bear, which Joe joined in a conga line.
  • Milliac’s last act was to build a giant bear out of black powder, with a fuse for a tail, and blow up everything including himself.
  • The Arbiter secretly revived the fallen Milliac and carried him off, telling no one.

Memorable Quotes

  • Milliac: “I was told there’d be pie and punch. I come bringing the punch, if you know what that mean.”
  • The Arbiter: “It’s so hard to find a Kinko’s in this day and age.”
  • Diamond Joe: “No one spends an evening with Diamond Joe, darling, and… remain standing at the end.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “This is true beauty, something we’ve yet seen on this arena.”
  • Milliac: “That’s my power. I just summon bears. It’s quite unbearable.”
  • Diamond Joe: “I don’t want to get in your Honey Boo Boo honeypot butthole. I am primarily here looking for my lost boy.”
  • The Arbiter: “This is disgusting, but I guess I might find a use for you somewhere.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “Sometimes you ask for too much. Welcome and good night.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Diamond Joe (Ramji / ramjiv). An elderly dragonborn artificer in self-built power armor of fused metallic plates. He speaks with an old British accent.

  • Creator of Steely Dan, whom he calls “my boy.” He came to the Deathmatch because the Arbiter promised to reunite them.
  • Gear and powers:
    • Thunder gauntlets that he forgets to switch off.
    • A Defensive Field of radiant energy.
    • A lightning breath weapon and a “repulsion breath.” He blames his bad breath on being a dragonborn.
    • Thunderwaves he plays as magnified farts.
    • A shoulder-mounted firebolt emitter like a Predator laser, run on batteries.
    • Boots of the Winding Path (15-ft teleport).
    • Grease, Lightning Bolt, Absorb Elements.
    • A bag of pills: the blue Haste pill, plus “whoopsie whoopsie” and “space out” varieties. They give him senior moments.
  • Personality and lore:
    • Philosophy: “better living through alchemy.” Claims the armor is all that keeps him in one piece.
    • Catchphrases: “libation and lubrication,” “the older the leather, the better the weather.”
    • Says he’s from “the big city,” and was a pool shark in his youth.
    • As a youth he had 9-volt batteries dropped across dragon scales.
    • His mother was “a worldly woman.”
    • Wanted an invitation to the dragon battle royale.
  • In this episode: he won. He was promised ice cream and a reunion with his son, and was dropped by the Grandmaster after asking for a handjob.

Milliac (Jared / NVNGpodcast). He comes from “the woods, down the block” and answered a flyer promising pie and punch. He has a big belly, and his favorite pie is cherry. He uses he/him.

  • Once spent time in a traveling circus (the barrel trick).
  • His “natural shape” is a bear. He Wild Shapes into a polar bear when excited, and “can’t control the beast inside.”
  • Spells and abilities: Zephyr Strike, Heat Metal, Conjure Animals (always polar bears), Hunter’s Mark, Cure Wounds, Mold Earth, Colossus Slayer, and javelins in his backpack.
  • Granted lightning resistance “from here on out” by the GM after a nat 20.
  • Died to his own black-powder bear bomb. He was secretly revived at 1 HP and carried off by the Arbiter, who “might find a use for you somewhere.”

Honey Boo Boo. Milliac’s conjured polar bear. The Arbiter’s chaos event duplicated it, giving “Honey Boo Boo Prime” (killed by Lightning Bolt) and the copy (killed by the fart tornado).

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • Has a secret lab in the Dread Fortress catacombs. It holds potions, specimens in jars, and a book of plans.
  • Monologues about “phase three” and “This entire castle will be mine.” He hid it all from the Grandmaster.
  • Handles the vendors (the lemonade guy, blue raspberry slushies).
  • Can duplicate a creature as a chaos event.
  • Refused to dance for the Grandmaster, though she says he does the Macarena well.
  • Secretly revived Milliac.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Champions flyers as a recruiting tool.
  • Gave the acolytes satchels of black powder.
  • Owns Doug the Pug (“boneless”).
  • Doubled all damage in round 8.
  • Uses she/her. Wants ice cream and lemonade after the fight.

Steely Dan (“Steely Dan the Sir”). Built by Diamond Joe. “Quite the instrument of destruction… in the previous Deathmatch.” Described as an 8–9 ft steam-powered contraption covered in cassette tapes and minidiscs. His parts are in a scrap room the Arbiter showed Joe (Dried Blood).

Farcheck. Once dug for black powder at this site. “He may have been imaginary.”

Doug the Pug. The Grandmaster’s pug. He gets excited during the fight and licks the fallen Milliac’s face.

Mordenkainen. Mentioned by Joe as the source of a “ropey” multi-universal connection he wants a refund for. Joe also says the Arbiter’s dance is called “the Mordenkainen” where he’s from.

Places

  • The Dread Fortress dungeons and catacombs, with the Arbiter’s lab. Also mentioned: “the Grandmaster’s Barrow” [?], the hearths and halls.
  • Farcheck’s abandoned black-powder camp (the arena): sand, tents, barrels and clay pots of black powder, a raised top area, a wooden back structure. Called “an old classic, one of your favorites.”
  • The scrap-metal room where Steely Dan’s parts lie (Dried Blood).
  • “The woods, down the block” (Milliac’s home). “The big city” (Joe’s).

Items

  • The Arbiter’s book of plans and his vanishing contraptions.
  • Black-powder barrels (half full) and clay pots. The acolytes’ black-powder satchels.
  • Diamond Joe’s armor, pills, gauntlets, Boots of the Winding Path, and cream pie.
  • Milliac’s javelins.
  • The black-powder bear bomb (Mold Earth).
  • Flyers (pie and punch).

Lore statements

  • The Deathmatch recruits through flyers (printed at Kinko’s).
  • Arena vendors include a lemonade guy, blue raspberry slushies, and a lemonade stand.
  • The Arbiter has a hidden lab and a multi-phase plan to make “this entire castle” his. Stated in his own monologue.
  • A fallen champion (Milliac) was secretly revived and taken away by the Arbiter, unseen by anybody else.

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