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A cleric who calls himself the dad of dads faced off against a halfling inventor whose name nobody could pronounce, on an island riding the back of an eternal turtle. Father’s Love pitted Dadrith and his arsenal of dad jokes against the theatrical Baron Voltágè. It is remembered for the first champion ever to throw his own soul into the Box of Chaos, for a winner who wept and begged his gods to spare his opponent, and for a closing scene in which a robot fist burst out of a shark’s stomach.

The Story

Candy Behind the Throne

The night opened with the Arbiter strolling into the throne room and asking the Grandmaster for “a piece of that.” She demanded to know how he knew, and he pointed at the wrappers scattered everywhere. She wondered aloud whether Thomas had told him, prompting the Arbiter’s baffled “Who the fuck is Thomas?” She swept the last of her Valentine’s Day candy behind her throne and insisted there was none left. Any candy he saw her eating later, she explained, she would have bought afterward.

When the Arbiter suggested she was being a little childish, she asked if he was judging her intake, and he retreated at once: “You are consuming the correct amount of candy at all times. I forgot.” She also had an answer for the auditor in him. She had bought it all at half price, because “The Acolytes know you don’t buy candy before Valentine’s Day. You buy it after.”

The cover-up fell apart when Doug bounded out from behind the throne in a landslide of chocolate wrappers. The Arbiter was unbothered by the chocolate: “he’s an undead dog he can eat chocolate… what is it gonna do kill him again.” When the Grandmaster said he didn’t like Doug, he insisted it was Doug who didn’t like him, and said Doug “makes it very clear every time he rolls higher than me.” Doug turned his huge puppy eyes on the Grandmaster, who declared him clearly the cutest thing and the Arbiter a monster.

Talk then turned to recruitment. The Arbiter confessed that this week’s champions were “a little odd.” It was getting harder to find people willing to fight to the death, and his cold calls kept ending in refusals. The Grandmaster reminded him that champions are promised “all the money or wishes that you want” from treasure set aside for the purpose. He noted that “all of that money seems to be going to candy.” She promised to follow up on whether he was actually paying them.

Dad of Dads and the Elitist of Electricity

Dadrith introduced himself with open arms: “I am Dadrith, dad of dads. I bring the ideals of fatherhood all across the multiverse and I’m here today to teach you a lesson, son.” Baron objected that he was clearly the elder. The Grandmaster mentioned that she had laid her own father to rest “like 800 years ago,” studied Dadrith for a moment, and concluded that no, he was not her father.

Baron Voltágè announced that he had come to put down a long-standing “thorn in my side,” and named himself “the elitist of electricity, the supplier of shock.” Then the Arbiter asked whether the name was just “voltage.” “No, it’s Voltágè! It’s said the exact way it’s spelt!” The Grandmaster tried it dozens of times. When the Arbiter asked whether it was a family name, or German, the answer was that it was Barovian. The Arbiter offered the theory that “this guy might just be an electrician,” until Baron snapped, “Enough! I did not come here to be belittled!” Dadrith, for his part, explained his calling: “everyone that tries to be a father that does not live up to the ideals of fatherhood faces my wrath.”

The Eternal Turtle

The Grandmaster had been dreaming of a beach vacation, and the Arbiter proposed they “double dip” with violence and piña coladas. He tore open a rift full of sea salt and something close enough to seagull cries. The Grandmaster welcomed the champions to the endless sea, where “the eternal turtle grants you passage for now.” The turtle could not carry two champions for long, she warned, so one would have to kick the other off and claim the island as king. The island held a shell for cover, bones that cracked underfoot and hidden treasure: “all that glitters is not always gold.”

The Acolytes circled overhead, chanting, sloshing umbrella-topped coconut drinks and slathering on sunscreen. The Grandmaster took her seat and tossed Doug a bone. The Arbiter snapped his fingers, and a large pink box wreathed in yellow and pink flames burst onto the edge of the island. It would grant magic items, he explained, “but it demands a sacrifice.” Baron landed right beside it. Dadrith landed in the brush across the island.

The Floor Is Lava

The Acolytes had already stirred up chaos. A sizzle and an ashy smell came first, then searing heat in the champions’ feet as the sand turned “so hot… you might as well call it lava.” Baron’s quick genius helped him dodge it. Dadrith tried to throw him off with the “dad point,” a glowing pointed finger meant to distract, but Baron kept his feet anyway. Both took a scorching before the sea breeze slowly cooled the sand. Baron hopped onto the Box of Chaos in a little trail of sparks, which the Grandmaster found very cute.

Son, Sun and Newspaper

Dadrith wasted no time. He warned Baron off the box (“Its contents are mine”), pointed at the sun and commanded, “Sun, come forth.” A beautiful, solar-colored celestial appeared beside Baron and gave a slow-motion Fabio hair flick. Its shirt plunged to the belly button until, on the Grandmaster’s suggestion, it changed into a big floral Hawaiian one. This was Dadrith’s son, and he was told not to let Baron open that chest.

Baron scoffed that he had no need of the chest’s meager trinkets. “Now to begin my unnecessary power-up sequence!” His suit deployed piece by piece in slow motion, Iron Man style, as he swelled to giant size and made loud, sustained power-up screams. Someone shouted that his power was over 9,000. The Grandmaster, delighted by the showmanship, put her money on him.

Dadrith answered by winding up his hands. With the sound of warping paper, a giant rolled-up newspaper appeared and smacked Baron. The Grandmaster warned that some of them might be having childhood trauma flashbacks. Dadrith then shouted “Daddy’s coming!”, leapt a stretch of scorching sand past a crab that had cooked mid-stride, and fired off his first joke. “I learned today that you can’t run through a campground… But you can’t run past tense.” The sand exploded in radiant light on “tense,” and Baron simply stood there and stared. The jokes, Dadrith explained, “are passed down from dad to dad.”

Lightning and Holy Coconuts

The son pulled a mace topped with a fuzzy coconut from under his Hawaiian shirt and swung three times, glancing off Baron’s armor each time. “It’s okay, son,” said Dadrith. “I’m not angry. I’m just disappointed.” The Grandmaster remarked that she might need to see her therapist again. The Arbiter suggested she could always just visit her dad in the graveyard, and she firmly declined.

Baron struck back with “A menage a Voltágè!” and split into four giant Barons stomping around the tiny island, which the Grandmaster called insane and wonderful. Lightning arced between the four of them and up into a gathering cloud, then crashed down on Dadrith. The blast fizzled, so the Grandmaster gave it another try, because “That show deserves a bigger boom.” It still landed small. The Arbiter pulled off his own black Chuck Taylors and tossed them to Dadrith so the cleric could keep up. Dadrith took a sprinter’s stance and announced “Dispel is Dispel” as he tried to unravel Baron’s magic. The Acolytes threw popcorn and voted in his favor. The Grandmaster doubted their judgment but accepted it, and the mirror images shattered. “Now it’s time that you stop reflecting and actuate,” Dadrith told him.

“Come on, son. Make me proud,” Dadrith urged, and a coconut finally landed with a hollow ring. “Yes, Papa.” Baron then opened a lightning thruster in the back of his armor and rocketed into the air. Dadrith swung a “You stay here!” at him as he left and only kicked sand into his own face. Next he sacrificed his crossbow to the Box (“I’m glad that’s off… my chest”), and the Arbiter told the box, “This is what you were born for. This is why I created you.” Out rose a pair of winged boots. “I’m sorry, referee. I will be wearing the boots instead.”

Up in the air, the newspaper spanked Baron’s feet. Then the son landed a perfect, critical coconut strike that sent a crimson waterfall down into the sand. “Thank you, Papa.” The Arbiter called for a break after that nasty critical, and the Grandmaster, looking at her coconut drink, considered getting a pineapple instead.

A Blackened Soul

After the break, the pronunciation war resumed (“Like when I say I go to Targè. Instead of Target.”). Baron promised to tuck his entrails back in before things got spicy, and the Grandmaster granted him her blessing: “Don’t make me regret it.” Dadrith turned his newspaper into a wise, spectacled father figure offering gentle words. The Grandmaster called it what the arena is for: “to truly find ourselves, to ground, to correct, to build in strength.”

Dadrith gave his opponent a pep talk. “Hit me as hard as you can.” Baron replied, “Going to, but not because you want me to, because I want to.” Then, with a bloody smirk, Baron spread his arms, dropped backward out of the sky and cried, “Grandmaster, I offer you the most valuable thing in my possession, my blackened soul!” He dove straight into the Box of Chaos. Black lightning crackled, thunder cracked and the clouds darkened. Offered a giant’s belt or the Ring of Three Wishes, Baron took the ring. Inside the box, a fire burned his soul clean out of his body.

The Box spat him onto the sand and dissipated at the Grandmaster’s order. Baron’s first wish restored him completely, with black, pulsating goo filling his wounds and smoke seeping from his armor. “Now, all the pain you have inflicted on me, Dadrith, I will return to you tenfold!” Dadrith kept killing him with kindness. “I’m so proud of your growth now that you’ve sold your soul and you have a ring… I unfortunately have to hit you with my mace.” His first mace blow of the night was a natural 20, wreathed in holy fire.

Storm and Sharks

A storm rolled in like drums, and lightning struck both champions. The Grandmaster finally said “Voltágè” correctly and favored the electric Baron in the downpour. Then the Arbiter decided they were “a little too light on your feet” and cranked up the gravity. The eternal turtle sank beneath the waves. Both champions plunged into the sea, too heavy to fly, while shark fins circled. In the Grandmaster’s words, “They’ll hold their line, but if you cross into it, you may become a snack.” The son dove under the crushing weight, and the sharks tore him to shreds. The newspaper dissolved too.

The Grill

Baron spent his second wish on lightning far stronger than anything he had thrown before, and it hit Dadrith hard, though he stayed up. Then he teleported deep into the murky water, hidden even from the sharks. Dadrith’s “dad vision” found him anyway. Coals flew from Dadrith’s hands, an ethereal grill closed around Baron, and his metal armor cooked him. The heat boiled away enough water for one gargled curse.

Dadrith’s face went stoic, and he added his tears to the salt sea. “This isn’t right.” He called on Moxie and the Eternal Fathers: “let this one live and take me instead.” The Grandmaster, moved, widened his chances, and the Acolytes picked the numbers. The fathers did not answer. Dadrith swam to the sinking body anyway: “Come. You are someone’s son. Hold on. Don’t give up.” Baron gave him one final scowl as the ring glowed, then drifted into the dark.

One hundred and twenty days later, a shark beached itself on the turtle, gasped and went still. A robotic fist burst out of its stomach, and a cloned Baron Voltágè crawled forth. “Ah, Dadrith!” His last wish had gone on that clone, with the shark as its vessel, and out of spite his survival was kept a secret.

Remembrance

Believing Baron dead, the Grandmaster ordered the Arbiter to lay a memento on the beach. He asked whether the name was Bartholomew and complained that a lot of people die in this arena. She would hear none of it: “We may not be able to say it with the perfect accent, but we will say his name… for no fight is unseen by us all.” Dadrith rose on his winged boots as champion. “I know that your dads love you,” he told the crowd, and then: “You can all call me Dad!” The crowd chanted “Dad! Dad!”

Dried Blood

After the show, the Arbiter went to place Baron’s headstone on the island and quietly retrieved the Box of Chaos. He carried it back to his laboratory, took Baron’s blackened soul and shoved it into a metal automaton he had built for his army. The Grandmaster warned that Baron might have to fight himself someday. Dadrith pointed out that this technically made Baron a father.

Notable Moments

  • Doug burst from behind the throne in an avalanche of half-price Valentine’s wrappers.
  • Dadrith summoned his “son” by commanding the sun, and the son ended up in a Hawaiian shirt swinging a holy coconut.
  • Baron became the first champion ever to sacrifice his own soul to the Box of Chaos.
  • The Arbiter sank the eternal turtle and dropped both champions into shark-filled water.
  • The winner wept and begged his gods to take his life instead of his enemy’s.
  • A cloned Baron punched his way out of a beached shark 120 days later.

Memorable Quotes

  • The Arbiter: “Who the fuck is Thomas?”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “The Acolytes know you don’t buy candy before Valentine’s Day. You buy it after.”
  • Baron Voltágè: “No, it’s Voltágè! It’s said the exact way it’s spelt!”
  • Dadrith: “It’s okay, son. I’m not angry. I’m just disappointed.”
  • Baron Voltágè: “Going to, but not because you want me to, because I want to.”
  • Baron Voltágè: “I offer you the most valuable thing in my possession, my blackened soul!”
  • The Arbiter: “There’s a lot of people that die in this arena. I’m supposed to remember the names?”
  • Dadrith: “You can all call me Dad!”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Dadrith (DreadedGM). A cleric, “dad of dads,” who travels the multiverse spreading “the ideals of fatherhood” and collecting dad jokes “passed down from dad to dad.”

  • Mission: fathers who don’t live up to fatherhood “face my wrath.”
  • Faith: prays to “Moxie and the Eternal Fathers” (deity names as heard). He has magic resistance and Divine Strike (fire).
  • Spells and powers:
    • The “dad point” (Silvery Barbs).
    • The rolled-up newspaper (spiritual weapon), which later becomes a spectacled, wise-words father.
    • His “son,” the summoned sun-celestial.
    • Word of Radiance delivered as a dad joke; Dispel Magic (“Dispel is Dispel”); heat metal as an ethereal grill.
    • “Dad vision.”
  • Gear:
    • Mace and shield.
    • A crossbow, sacrificed to the Box of Chaos.
    • Winged boots from the Box.
    • He was given the Arbiter’s black Chuck Taylors, then said he’d wear the boots “instead.”
  • In this episode: he tried to give his own life to save Baron, and wept into the sea. He won. Calls the crowd “You can all call me Dad!”

Dadrith’s son, the celestial (summoned).

  • Appearance: solar-colored, Fabio hair, floral Hawaiian shirt.
  • Weapon: a mace topped with a fuzzy “holy coconut.”
  • Lines: calls Dadrith “Papa.”
  • Fate: landed a crit; torn apart by the sharks when the gravity pulled it into the water.

Baron Voltágè (TalesofPesh). Insists on the pronunciation (“said the exact way it’s spelt”). The family name is “Barovian.”

  • Titles and build:
    • “The elitist of electricity, the supplier of shock.”
    • A halfling (uses the halfling Lucky trait; “manlet shoulders”).
    • An artificer in transforming Iron Man-like armor with a back thruster. Has a defensive field, Flash of Genius, gloves of ogre strength and teleport boots.
  • Grudge: calls Dadrith a long-standing “thorn in my side” (unexplained).
  • In this episode:
    • Sacrificed his “blackened soul” to the Box of Chaos for the Ring of Three Wishes. He no longer has a soul.
    • Wishes used: (1) full heal, after which black goo filled his wounds and black smoke poured from his armor; (2) an 8th-level Call Lightning; (3) clone.
    • Killed by heat metal underwater.
    • 120 days later, a clone burst from a beached shark on the turtle, unknown to Dadrith and possibly the GM and Arbiter.
  • Dried Blood epilogue: the Arbiter took Baron’s soul from the Box to his laboratory and put it in a metal automaton/golem for his army.
  • The GM’s favor: she bet on him and granted him Bless.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Candy: hoards half-price post-Valentine’s candy behind her throne.
  • Family: “I laid my father to rest like 800 years ago.” She jokes about her therapist.
  • Doug: defends him as “the cutest thing.”
  • Champion pay: wants to see champions actually paid out of the set-aside treasure.
  • Vacation: wants a beach holiday.
  • Remembrance: gave the speech on remembering every champion’s name.

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • Duties: does the auditing and cold-calls champions.
  • Appearance: wears black-and-white referee robes and black Chuck Taylors.
  • Doug: feuds with him (“A monstrous dog”).
  • Powers: increased the arena’s gravity and sank the turtle.
  • Names: bad with them (“Bartholomew?”). He was ordered to lay a memento for Baron.
  • Dried Blood: keeps a laboratory and is building an army.

Doug. The GM’s undead dog; “he can eat chocolate… what is it gonna do, kill him again.” He hides behind the throne with the candy wrappers. The GM’s chaos die is “what Doug will roll.” He doesn’t like the Arbiter. The GM throws him a bone.

Thomas. Named by the GM (“Did Thomas tell you?”); unidentified.

The goblins. Possibly suspected of telling the Arbiter about the candy (speaker uncertain).

The eternal turtle. A giant turtle that swims “through the endless sea” with an island on its back. It “grants you passage for now” but can’t bear two champions for long. It sank under the Arbiter’s gravity.

The sharks. They circle the fighters and “know the smell of blood.” They hold their line but eat anything that crosses it. They shredded the celestial, and one became Baron’s clone vessel.

Places

  • Elusia’s throne room, with a hallway filled with doors leading to arenas.
  • The endless sea and the island on the eternal turtle’s back: brush and foliage, scalding sand, bones underfoot, the shell for cover, hidden treasure, crabs. Baron’s memento/headstone was laid on its beach (“the island of the Grandmaster,” Dried Blood).
  • The open ocean around the turtle: deep, murky water full of sharks.
  • Barovia: Baron’s family origin.
  • The Arbiter’s laboratory (Dried Blood).

Items

  • The Box of Chaos: pink, with yellow and pink flames. It gives items for sacrifices, and its fire burned Baron’s soul out. It was buried/dissipated after use; in Dried Blood the Arbiter retrieves it.
  • Ring of Three Wishes (all three charges used). A belt of cloud giant strength was offered and refused.
  • Winged boots.
  • The Arbiter’s black Chuck Taylors.
  • The GM’s Valentine’s candy; the Acolytes’ umbrella coconut drinks.

Lore statements

  • Champions are promised “all the money or wishes that you want,” paid from set-aside treasure.
  • The Acolytes come from places of “cold and ice and snow” (as said in the GM’s address).
  • The Box of Chaos can take a soul.

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