Watch on YouTube

For the Season 1 finale, the Grandmaster skipped the far-off realms and held the fight at home, in The Grand Coliseum of The Dread Fortress under the night sky. The silver-tongued half-orc bard Lucien Brack faced the ninety-three-year-old disgraced lord Monteclaire Dufresne in a duel full of balloon swords, sentient pebbles and one very unwelcome song. Then the western wall exploded, a Tarrasque came through it, and the Deathmatch became a war for the Fortress itself. It ended with a turkey dragon, a promise to rebuild, and The Arbiter in the jaws of a monster.

The Story

The Ruler’s Handbook

The night began deep in the Dread Fortress, where the Grandmaster sat on her Iron Throne and drank from a glass. She explained to the Arbiter that this is simply what rulers do: “You sit on a throne and you drink out of a glass and you rule.” He asked whether there was a handbook. There was, she said, a secret one passed only from ruler to ruler: “You would know this if you’re a ruler, but you are not.” The Arbiter took out a small notepad and wrote down that rulers sit and drink.

Next to her throne stood a much smaller and very adorable one, where Doug the Pug sat. When he heard this was the last show of the season, his ears perked up, and he barked so hard it took his entire body. The Grandmaster then nearly called the Arbiter “Grandmaster” by mistake, briefly wondered aloud whether she was giving her throne to him, and settled the matter at once: “Never, no.”

Two Gentlemen at a Column

The Arbiter opened a portal and presented the champions “for the pleasure of your looking balls.” Lucien came through first. He was a very tall, somewhat greenish half-orc with a swimmer’s build and a stiff pompadour, and he bowed until his forehead almost touched the floor:

“I am the wordsmith of kings and queens, the narrator of the nether realms, the orator of the oracles, and I am blessed by your presence.”

Monteclaire was not charmed. “This man sounds like a lot of fluff. I cannot wait to rip that fluffing out of his body.” The Grandmaster noted that the man seemed to be a dictionary, “and that is a hard book to tear apart.”

Through the portal, a cool evening breeze greeted them. The arena was plain stone columns and sand, with The Acolytes ringed all around. The Grandmaster flew up to thank her Acolytes for “the energy, the food, the grandmothers you have sacrificed week after week.” Then she took her seat high above, and Doug appeared beside her. By pure chance both champions landed in the same spot, so the fight opened with the two of them on opposite sides of a twenty-foot column. Peek-a-boo.

The Gift of the Stab

Monteclaire introduced himself as royalty, a former lord of a town who had been kicked out (“We’re not going to talk about that”), and summed up the matchup: “He’s got the gift of the gab, but I got the gift of the stab.” He proved it immediately. He rounded the column and landed a perfect longsword hit, then a second perfect strike with the dagger in his other hand. “I was told there would be blood, but I was unaware there would be so much of yours.”

When Monteclaire tried to mark Lucien as his quarry, Lucien simply talked the spell out of the air. He warned the old man that he was going to “blow your load way too soon,” and that the fates would “only whisper terrible things.” The Grandmaster offered sympathy (“It happens to all of us”). Monteclaire pointed out that he was ninety-three. Lucien: “So it’s happened to you more.”

Lucien then dragged his sword across his shield in a shower of sparks, and a second, spectral blade peeled off the first and slid in behind Monteclaire. His real sword glanced off, so he leaned in and whispered himself a pep talk: “Come on, man, you got this. You promised yourself it wouldn’t happen this time. You got this. People like you.” The Grandmaster loved this so much that she ordered the Arbiter to sew “I am a delight. People like me” inside all of her clothing. He protested that he couldn’t find a tailor over the holidays, was told to learn to sew, and sent a pair of mage hands to her chambers to start stitching. Doug then beat the Arbiter at dice once again. “Classic Doug, always having to one-up me.”

Ear Worms and Balloon Swords

The first chaos event came down through the stands as a woman with bright blue hair and sapphire skin, trailing the longest train anyone had ever seen. Her soft song seeped into the champions’ minds. Monteclaire shook it off, but Lucien froze in place, held still by its beauty. The song turned out to be “I’m blue, da ba dee da ba die.” Monteclaire was horrified: “My God, why? Not this. Take my ears, but not this.” The Grandmaster banished the singer, partly because the arena already had music and partly because “we don’t have the copyrights to that song.”

Monteclaire, a self-described “paladin of retribution,” made full use of his frozen opponent. He stabbed Lucien, offered him a hand up, and then punched him in the face: “this is what we call a southern discomfort.” But a frozen body did not stop a working mind. Lucien’s floating sword kept slashing at Monteclaire at his mental command, and the old man grumbled that he preferred to do his own stabbing. “It’s called delegation,” said the Grandmaster. “It’s a sign of leadership.” Eventually the song crawled out of Lucien’s ear as a little blue worm, a literal ear worm.

The Acolytes cheered loudly enough to set off a second chaos event. A small clown at the edge of the arena, pretending to hide his magic, turned every blade into a brightly colored balloon weapon, Lucien’s magic sword included. When Monteclaire told the clown he was “just annoying, sir,” the clown angrily twisted him a middle-finger balloon. The Arbiter was delighted: “Finally, Grandmaster, a clown with some attitude.”

Rocks, Chickens and an Indecent Proposal

“First, the voice that paralyzed me. Now a clown in the corner. It’s almost like my ex-wife showed up twice.” Lucien brought ten rocks around Monteclaire to life. The pebbles rose, shaking with their newfound sense of identity, turned to look at their creator, and then pummeled the old man while shrieking in tiny voices. Monteclaire smashed one with his balloon rapier, which promptly popped. The Grandmaster’s verdict: “He used the cheap balloons. We don’t pay him a whole lot.” Meanwhile Lucien sent his spectral sword strutting toward Monteclaire like a wrestler coming down the aisle, until everyone realized it had quietly blinked out of existence when he woke the rocks. “If you’re gonna cheat in my game,” the Arbiter said, “be better at it.”

Lucien dedicated his coming victory to an Acolyte named Emu, and the roaring stands blessed both champions. When Monteclaire tried to blink away from the rocks, Lucien talked that spell down too: “The Grandmaster does not like chickens.” (She agreed, and added that she didn’t like turkeys either.) So Monteclaire charged instead. He lost his footing and slid all the way up to Lucien, ending on his knees in front of him. “They call this the halfling power slide.” The Grandmaster asked, “Supplication?” and the Arbiter suggested he had possibly lost control of his bowels too. Monteclaire looked up and asked, “Well, I’m here. What do you want to do with me?” Lucien declined, very politely, and rescinded “any consent you might think has been passed through between us.”

The nine surviving rocks then swarmed him, and six of them hit from every direction. “They will speak of your sacrifice,” Lucien said, as the old man knelt in the sand getting bloodier by the second. Lucien’s balloon longsword finally popped on the spikes of Monteclaire’s shoulder armor. Then Doug began barking frantically, because someone was at the front door. The Grandmaster let him go and check on his own.

The Walls Come Down

When the fight resumed, nobody knew where Doug was. The Grandmaster asked after him; the Arbiter had assumed she was watching him, though she had let him check the door alone. Monteclaire got back on his feet with his real longsword, no longer a balloon, and hit Lucien with a thunderous blow that threw him ten feet into the sand. “I hope you made a will, because you’re about to go down, son.” The rocks, which the table had started calling NSYNC and the Backstreet Boys (“except for JC. He’s gone”), kept circling. The two men traded rare compliments, and Lucien promised a sonnet about Monteclaire’s “glorious first two rounds.”

Then the crowd went silent and stared past the walls. A low rumble followed. The western wall of the Coliseum blew apart as a Tarrasque smashed through, and dozens, if not hundreds, of soldiers of every shape poured into the arena and the stands. Goblins ripped Outbound Emu in half, Shady Man lost a limb, and Kristen took fireballs to the face. The Arbiter teleported in front of the Tarrasque, shouted “No further!” and held it in place with his time magic. He begged the Grandmaster to run.

She refused. “I will not leave my arena. Sound the bells, ring them so that all may know the Dread Fortress is under attack.” She called on her Acolytes to defend their seats and asked the champions to defend “the place I call home.” She gave them two sparkling purple vials that restored them completely and pulled their lost weapons up out of the sand. From a mound of sand rose a large pink chest ringed in magical fire: The Box of Chaos, a secret gift of the arena. Every kill earned blood points, and blood points opened the box. Then she went to the Northern Gate to fetch “one more for this battle,” only to find it bound with locks. “Arbiter, what locks have you put on this?” He was too busy holding back a Tarrasque to help. Doug came flying into the arena and planted himself at the Southern Gate, barking at the next wave.

Horde

The first wave was a bird-man Dogmaster and his two-headed death dogs. “Bring it on, bird boy,” Monteclaire said, taking its javelin, and he clobbered the first dog away from his heels. Lucien told the dogs their brains, “while you have two, are the size of puppies,” and wiped out all three with a single psychic blast. He walked through the fire to the box (“He touched the butt. I’m gonna go touch the butt”) and came out with Keoghtom’s Ointment, a healing jar that smelled of aloe. The rivals had become a team. Lucien cheered Monteclaire on (“I felt the bite of your pointy end”), and Monteclaire answered with a blessing for both of them. Burning trebuchet stones crashed into the arena and the stands (“I’m assuming they’re rocks… Manure’s also flammable”), crushing an Acolyte named Gator and setting him alight. When the Dogmaster dive-bombed Monteclaire, Lucien’s blazing sword split it down the middle, beak and all. “Wings are such an unfair advantage.”

The second wave was a doppelganger, a flameskull and a red dragon wyrmling. The doppelganger took Lucien’s face, which he found offensive: “A lot of energy, a lot of money, a lot of doctors. I’m not gonna just allow you to take my branding.” The fire ring around the box began to pulse outward like a skipping rope. Monteclaire barked a command that left the doppelganger grovelling and the flameskull stuck in place (“Good luck with that pulsating fire, idiots”). The wyrmling’s breath left both champions unscathed and burned only its own allies, and the next pulse of the ring cracked the flameskull into dust. Lucien then rolled his worst possible attempt, tripped and fell on his own blade. He opened his other pocket, where “everyone loves you” was stitched, and the whole arena briefly stopped fighting to chant back at him: “You’re a delight. People like you.”

Monteclaire took the doppelganger off at the knees, so for a moment it looked like Lucien kneeling before him (“now this is what I was imagining happening earlier”), and then stabbed it through the throat. He tossed his blood points to Lucien as little red gems. Lucien’s next trip to the box produced a Mace of Smiting. A horned devil arrived, which Monteclaire greeted with “Hey, Big Horn Daddy, you’re next.” It laughed off Lucien’s first attempt to hold it. On the second try, with the Acolytes lending him their strength, the devil froze in place.

The Turkey Dragon

The last lock clicked, the chains fell, and out of the Northern Gate slithered a turkey dragon. When Lucien pointed out that she hated turkeys, the Grandmaster explained: “I have made a monster in which that I fear as well. I took a note from Batman’s page.” It stomped the wyrmling to death and ignored Monteclaire, who was in the Grandmaster’s good graces. He was horrified anyway: “This is pure nightmare fuel.” Still, he took the turkey’s side over the devil’s (“It is absolutely more haunting than you, Mr. Hornboy”) and banished the devil, which vanished in a puff, furious that it had never gotten to attack. “Be gone, Thot.”

The Grandmaster petted her turkey and ordered the invaders out. They did not leave. Instead a full-grown red dragon landed on top of the turkey and burned both champions badly, and the army in the stands cackled and beat their weapons against their armor. “Out of the frying pan, into the fire,” said Monteclaire. “This is just getting ridiculous,” said Lucien. The turkey dragon answered by spewing a torrent of gigantic, acidic cranberry sauce with a gobble that shook the walls. It puffed itself up into an enormous feather ball, and the red dragon fled. At the table, the hosts later admitted the devil had been meant as the final wave.

We Will Not Forget This Day

With the invaders’ champion gone, the Acolytes fought back and cut the goblins and dragonborn down to size. But the Arbiter had been holding the Tarrasque the entire battle, with sweat pouring down his face. “Grandmaster! I can’t hold it anymore!” The Tarrasque bit down and swallowed him whole. He was clearly still alive inside its mouth. A horn sounded somewhere in the distance, and the beast backed away, shimmering in the moonlight in a way no normal living creature should, and carried him off.

The Grandmaster sank to the ground and put out the box’s fire with a wave. The turkey dragon crawled back into its hole. Doug, who had held his gate the whole time, ran across the sand and leapt into her arms. She called out names in the stands, thanked her Acolytes for rising to greatness, and brought both champions to the center of the arena.

“We are a delight. We are light. And we will never lose. This is our ground. This is our coliseum. This is our home.”

Shaking and holding back tears, she raised both champions’ hands to the sky. She promised to rebuild and to remember the fallen, and she promised that Season 2 would make anyone who dared challenge the Dread Fortress do so with caution: “Their boots will shake.”

Notable Moments

  • Lucien won the “who can talk a spell out of existence” contest twice, once by warning Monteclaire he would “blow your load way too soon” and once by calling Monteclaire a chicken.
  • The Grandmaster had the Arbiter’s mage hands sew “I am a delight. People like me” into her clothes. Mid-battle, the Acolytes chanted “You’re a delight. People like you” back at Lucien.
  • The “halfling power slide” left the ninety-three-year-old on his knees in front of his opponent, making an offer that was politely declined.
  • A Tarrasque broke through the Coliseum wall, and the Arbiter held it with time magic for the entire battle before it swallowed him alive.
  • Doug held the Southern Gate alone against a horde.
  • The Grandmaster’s secret weapon was a turkey dragon that breathes cranberry sauce.

Memorable Quotes

  • Monteclaire Dufresne: “He’s got the gift of the gab, but I got the gift of the stab.”
  • Lucien Brack: “First, the voice that paralyzed me. Now a clown in the corner. It’s almost like my ex-wife showed up twice.”
  • The Arbiter: “Hey, if you’re gonna cheat in my game, be better at it.”
  • Lucien Brack: “While I appreciate the offer, I will have to politely decline and rescind any consent you might think has been passed through between us.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “Never before have I asked you to step into the arena, but the arena has now reached out to you. You must defend your seats.”
  • Monteclaire Dufresne: “If you’re going to be anything, be efficient. And son, you are efficient at killing.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “I have made a monster in which that I fear as well. I took a note from Batman’s page.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “Season two will have new heights and new battles so that all who enter or dare to challenge the Dread Fortress do so with caution. Their boots will shake.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Lucien Brack (Timothiusthegr8)

  • Look: a greenish, very tall half-orc with a swimmer’s body and a stiff pompadour.
  • Style: calls himself “the wordsmith of kings and queens, the narrator of the nether realms, the orator of the oracles.” Obsessed with his “branding.” His look took “a lot of money, a lot of doctors.”
  • Personal: has an ex-wife (a running joke).
  • Talismans: carries “People like you” and “everyone loves you” stitched inside his clothing and pockets.
  • Fighting style: a Valor Bard (per Dried Blood) with a sword and shield. He scrapes the sword on the shield to cast. He was kind and encouraging to Monteclaire once the horde arrived.
  • Gained this episode: Keoghtom’s Ointment and a Mace of Smiting from the chaos box.

Monteclaire Dufresne (theshortnord)

  • Age and build: 93 years old, apparently a halfling (“halfling power slide,” “small, not-so-big fighter”).
  • Background: a former lord of a town who was kicked out. Calls himself royalty and a “paladin of retribution.”
  • Style: Southern-styled (“son,” “southern discomfort”). Has spikes on his shoulder armor.
  • Weapons: longsword, dagger, rapier and fists. Uses maneuvers (riposte, brace) and smites.
  • In this episode:
    • Hates the “I’m Blue” song and the clown.
    • Banished the horned devil.
    • Sides with the turkey dragon while being terrified of it.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix)

  • Rule: sits on the Iron Throne in the throne room deep in the Dread Fortress. Keeps a secret ruler’s handbook.
  • The Acolytes: wants “I am a delight. People like me” sewn in her clothes. Asked the Acolytes to fight for the first time.
  • The turkey dragon: dislikes chickens and turkeys, yet created the turkey dragon and keeps it locked behind the triple-locked Northern Gate.
  • The attack: refused to flee. Lost the Arbiter to the Tarrasque and vowed to rebuild for Season 2.

The Arbiter (Mudcat)

  • Took notes on how rulers behave. Sent mage hands to sew for the Grandmaster.
  • Used time magic to hold the Tarrasque for the whole battle. Was swallowed whole, alive, and carried off.
  • Locked the Northern Gate with multiple locks (the Grandmaster blames him).

Doug the Pug

  • A “small undead pug” with his own small throne beside the Grandmaster’s.
  • Beats the Arbiter’s rolls. Went to check the front door before the attack.
  • Flew into the arena and held the Southern Gate alone. Survived.

The blue singer: a sapphire-skinned, blue-haired woman with an endless train, who sang “I’m Blue.” Banished.

The clown: a small balloon-twisting clown who made the balloon weapons. Poorly paid, with “a little bit of edge,” and made a middle-finger balloon.

The ten animated rocks: sentient pebbles with tiny shrill voices. Nine survived the fight; the table nicknamed them NSYNC and the Backstreet Boys, “except for JC.”

The turkey dragon: the Grandmaster’s creation.

  • Slithers out of the Northern Gate. Breathes gigantic cranberry sauce (acid) and gobble-roars to terrify foes.
  • Stomped the wyrmling and scared off the red dragon, then crawled back into its hole.

The invaders (unknown master):

  • The Tarrasque. It shimmers unnaturally in moonlight, retreated at the sound of a horn and carried off the Arbiter.
  • Wave 1: death dogs and the Aarakocra “Dogmaster.”
  • Wave 2: a doppelganger, a flameskull and a red dragon wyrmling.
  • Wave 3: a horned devil.
  • Later: a red dragon.
  • Troops: hundreds of soldiers, including goblins and dragonborn, plus trebuchets outside the walls.

Named Acolytes

  • Outbound Emu (ripped in half by goblins), Shady Man (lost a limb), Kristen (fireballed), Gator (crushed and on fire).
  • Phoenix and Vegeta dodged the flaming rocks. Nighttide typed in chat.
  • The survivors named in the closing speech: Emty, Vegeta, Tiefling, Shady, Emu, McBluff, Gator, Gunner.

Places

  • The throne room deep in the Dread Fortress, with the Grandmaster’s Iron Throne and Doug’s small throne.
  • The Grand Coliseum: open to the night sky, with stone columns. Its western wall was destroyed by the Tarrasque.
    • The Northern Gate holds the turkey dragon behind three physical locks.
    • The Southern Gate was held by Doug.
    • Somewhere in the Fortress there is “the front door.”

Items

  • The Grandmaster’s purple revitalizing vials: a full restore.
  • The pink chest / “box of chaos”: an arena loot chest ringed in magical fire, opened with blood points.
  • Blood points: shown as little red gems.
  • Keoghtom’s Ointment (Lucien).
  • Mace of Smiting (Lucien).
  • The balloon weapons: Monteclaire’s rapier and Lucien’s longsword popped. The real weapons were returned from the sand.

Lore statements

  • Rulers in the Void (per the Grandmaster) pass down a secret handbook.
  • The Dread Fortress was attacked for the first time on the show by an organized army. The Acolytes fought in the stands.
  • The Arbiter’s time magic can hold a Tarrasque in place.
  • The Tarrasque was “odd for any kind of living being,” inferred possibly not a natural creature. It rests only on the shimmer description at 2:04:04.
  • The invaders answered to some commander signalled by a distant horn. Inferred from 2:04:04 and the invaders “waiting… looking for a sign” at 1:58:01. Who leads them is not stated.

Full Round-by-Round