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A sunny, one-eyed halfling in a bee costume met a cool, blue-haired half-elf with tricks up her wrist wraps in a desert bazaar the Grandmaster had just acquired. What followed was a game of tag, a seduction of the Box of Chaos, a whirlwind romance with a being made of fire, and a whip that dragged the Arbiter off his perch. No one died. The two champions ended the night employed, and one of them ended it knowing something had been taken from her, but not what.

The Story

Zumba in the Throne Room

The Arbiter’s heels clacked through the halls of the Dread Fortress and into the throne room, where he found the Grandmaster “doing some strange and foreign movements.” She had decided to get more active. After watching so many fights, she reckoned she could do that too, and she was starting a Zumba class. When the Arbiter asked whether it was a fighting technique, perhaps Krav Maga, she replied, “I’ll say yes, even though the answer is no.”

She ran over with her crown sliding sideways over a sweat headband. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and her dress was hitched up over gym shorts. She taught him a popular move, “one two one one two.” There is no three. Her real reason came out a moment later: “I haven’t picked up my bow in a long time.” The Arbiter noted that this was more about her than the dance, then reminded her what day it was:

The Arbiter: “You’re the one who declared Sunday’s Deathmatch Day. Do we need to change the laws?”

She untied her dress, pulled off the sweatband and declared herself “obviously presentable.” Then she snapped her fingers. The goblins Thomas and Leed wheeled out her throne, which squeaked on its wheels all the way to the middle of the room. She asked for champions worthy enough to “teach me a move or two.”

Bees

The Arbiter ripped open a portal. Out came Rosa, announcing, “It’s fight time! I’m gonna punch stuff.” She was a halfling with long pink hair, very tight clothing and an eye patch, which she passed off as a battle wound. Across from her stood Veronica, a pale half-elf with long light-blue hair, a symbol tattooed on her forehead, and no armor at all. She described herself as “someone who is competent” with “a few tricks up my sleeve.” When the Grandmaster joked that she was hiding them in her wrist wraps, Veronica told her not to ask too many questions.

Asked what she would bring to the arena, Rosa had a one-word answer: “Bees.” The Grandmaster’s jaw dropped. Nobody could work out where Rosa was keeping them. A round of bee facts followed. The Arbiter claimed a bee’s stinger is actually its head, then admitted that was “100% made up.” Veronica supplied the real anatomy and some lore about honey dances. The Grandmaster was already scheming: “I bet I can get a bunch of bees to do Zumba with me.”

Welcome to the Bazaar

A second portal let in hot air and sand. “I thought we’d take a trip to the bazaar.” The bazaar was a desert market town the Grandmaster had “managed to acquire.” It needed renovation, so the champions were free to break walls, hop roofs and bounce on the canvas tents. Several suns raced across the sky, so the daylight would not last. It was blisteringly hot and sandy, which she said was why Anakin never visited.

Her wings opened with a gust of dust. “Cover the eye that doesn’t have the eye patch,” Rosa wailed. The Grandmaster rose to the spectral ring of the Acolytes, promising they would see the champions “shed blood… sweat… melt under this heat.” Then she settled under a canvas awning with a chilled glass of water and Doug the Pug.

Tag, You’re It

The Acolytes wanted chaos before anyone had moved. The Grandmaster held Doug over the railing and let the champions try to charm him. Doug sank toward the ground “almost like he’s got a few holes in him,” landed on all fours and licked Veronica all over. That made her “it.” The Grandmaster confessed she’d rigged it: “I cheated… I wanted a game of tag.” Whoever was still “it” after three rounds would suffer a small explosion. Tagging any living creature passed it on. Rosa lobbied for the explosion to be “confetti… out of every orifice.”

Rosa opened by disguising herself as a giant bee in “the cutest little bee costume,” complete with stinger and shimmery wings. She strolled downstairs as if coming from “a bee breakfast with my bee family” and began a “bee mating ritual dance.” It was the Grandmaster’s Zumba steps plus a lot of abdomen gyration. The Acolytes summoned the Box of Chaos about 80 feet away in a pillar of yellow and pink flame. The box grants magic items in exchange for a sacrifice.

Veronica, “betrayed by Doug the Pug,” scooped up some dirt, lengthened her stride with a spell and began power walking. She tried to parkour toward the box, leapt from a wagon onto a canvas tarp and ripped straight through it, landing on her ass. “She’s beauty. She’s grace,” said the Grandmaster. “She falls right onto her face,” Veronica finished. Meanwhile, Doug turned around and farted at the Arbiter. “Don’t trust Doug,” the Arbiter warned. “He’s a jerk.”

Still dancing, Rosa had a moment of perfect clarity, a natural 20 in which she saw “the entire history of the universe.” She also saw Veronica fall through the tarp and pretend it hadn’t happened. Rosa tried to sell her opponent on the box: “If you get in this box, you get a lot of presents.” Why didn’t Rosa take it herself? “Because I’m a giver.” Veronica didn’t buy it. So Rosa pulled poison from “my special place,” coated a dagger and stuck it to the back of her costume as a stinger. “I’m a believer now,” said the Arbiter.

Veronica walked up unarmed, joined the dance and patted Rosa’s fuzzy shoulder like an old pal. Rosa saw right through her. The pat had picked up static from the costume, though. Veronica turned it into a crackling shock and passed the “it” to Rosa with little blue sparks and a whispered “it.” “It’s not about the damage,” she explained, “it’s about… the little love tap.” Then she began to serenade Rosa with her bladesong, wearing nothing but “all, all clothes, baby,” her blue hair “a small oasis in this desert.” A hot wind carried in the smell of camel shit from somewhere in the city. “Do you smell that hot camel poop?” Rosa asked, and wondered whether they could give that to the box.

Into the Box

Rosa lassoed Veronica with a rope and reeled her in like “the fishing dance.” Veronica played along until she was at the box’s edge. Rosa then shoved her in, a feat of strength the Grandmaster asked her to describe in the weirdest possible way.

Inside was an endless chasm of pink and yellow flames that were not hot. Because Veronica had not jumped in willingly, a whisper rose from the depths: “Would you like to make a bargain?” She asked what it was offering. It asked whether she had any use for her soul. She offered rations, a hammer, and a whip she’d be “actually really sad” to lose. The box was peckish: “Give me a handful of nuts.” A fiery hand took them.

Then Veronica decided she “would love to seduce the Box of Chaos.” “You already gave it your nuts,” said the Arbiter. “You might as well seduce it.” The box did not pull away. “It’s been a long time since anybody’s touched me like that,” it said. “I know a lot more than that, baby,” she answered. A second fiery hand offered a Ring of Evasion. “He liked it, so he put a ring on it,” the Grandmaster quipped, crediting the joke to an Acolyte in chat. Veronica asked to wrap things up because she had “a hot date later.” The box spat her out with a faint “call me,” and she put on the ring with a finger gun.

Rosa was rewarded for sacrificing her opponent, which the Grandmaster called “a first and rather grand.” She received a pale lavender Ioun Stone of Absorption, which orbited her head. Veronica suggested matching jewelry.

Gerald

There was a catch. Shoving Veronica in had passed “it” to her, but she pointed out she had touched the box’s fiery hand, “a living creature.” “Oh my God,” cried Rosa, “the demon’s it forever.” Veronica moonwalked away with no rhythm whatsoever. Doug barked three times. The box shook and exploded, and its flames turned a painful red and purple, scorching everyone nearby.

Two items fell out. Rosa won the coin toss and chose the Deck of Many Things over a Blood Fury Tattoo. Then the pink and yellow flames surged out again, wrapped around Veronica’s arm in the shape of a hand and burned in a tattoo that read “Gerald.” A whisper followed: “I’ll be with you always now.” Veronica was thrilled: “I was so hoping that it was going to be his name.”

Chaos Rides In

The Acolyte Blissful Dwarf shouted for more chaos, and the crowd’s chanting filled both champions with fresh spirit. Arena horses that can polymorph into anything appeared beneath them. Rosa’s became a giant fuzzy bee. Veronica had no use for a mount, so Gerald carried her in his fiery arms and they ran hand in hand.

Then a building’s double doors burst open and a massive teal hamster ball rolled out with a tiny hamster inside. Rosa dodged it. Veronica leapt into Gerald’s arms, and he carried them both clear. The Grandmaster named the hamster Henry and left him rolling around the market, “living his best life.” Rosa asked if she could get Henry’s name tattooed on her arm. She proposed a double date.

The Deck Giveth and Taketh

From her bee, Rosa slingshotted a ball of bees at Veronica: a bee cannon. Then she drew from the Deck and pulled the Talons, which disintegrated every magic item she carried, including the Ioun stone and the Deck itself. Her faith in the bee wavered for a moment and she realized it was a horse, but she chose to believe again. “Rosa’s an optimist,” she said. “So, I’m looking at the deck half full.” Veronica felt bad about the difference in their fortunes: “I got a tattoo, a new lover, a cool ring.” Rosa replied, “I have a bee costume and a big bee.”

Veronica turned out not to be allergic to bees. She conjured magical armor in the shape of a translucent light-blue beekeeper suit of elven weave, so fine that “when you move, you look like the river.” She and Gerald backed away in a slow-motion beach run. The Arbiter’s luck was poor again, and the Grandmaster told him, “Yet again, you disappoint me.” Veronica held Gerald’s face: “You can never disappoint me, Gerald.”

Rosa tossed an oil flask at Veronica’s feet (“I’m so happy for your new found love”) and had a bee drop a lit match on it. Gerald dove in slow motion to shield his beloved, then remembered he was made of fire. “You look good, babe,” Veronica told him. “Hot, even.” Then she turned serious: “You know, darling, it’s been a lot of fun dancing around each other. But I think it’s time we finish this.” She plucked a strand of her hair, which became a ray of frost, and followed it with her rapier. Rosa was cut and delighted: “Ow! God, that’s so cool! How do you do that?”

Sandstorm

The Arbiter half-heartedly waved a hand. All the sand in the desert shot into the sky, blotting out the suns and sweeping Rosa’s bee away on the wind. The Box of Chaos tumbled off like a tumbleweed. “You have the tattoo,” the Grandmaster consoled Veronica. “He’ll always be with you.”

Rosa offered an apology in advance: “I’m not gonna lie, you scare the shit out of me. But I think you’re really cool. And I’m really sorry for what I’m about to do.” She ran between Veronica’s legs and slashed at both heels. The poisoned “butt dagger” landed, and Veronica’s body took the full brunt of the poison. “Turns out you’re allergic to poison,” said the Arbiter, “but not bees.” Veronica slashed back as Rosa fled, from shoulder down to heel. “A heel for a heel.” Rosa took shelter in a stairwell.

Up the Ledge

Veronica followed her into the storm with a proposal: why not band together? Rosa went further: “What if we tried to overthrow?” She called for her lost mount, which came back. “This is Steve, the bee.” With a helping hand from Rosa, Veronica climbed to a rooftop just below the Grandmaster and the Arbiter, who was eating nachos. Veronica sized them up (“Which one of you looks like a weak bitch?”) and decided they both looked like seasoned warriors. She attacked the Arbiter anyway, out of greater respect for the Grandmaster.

With a perfect crack of her sentimental whip, Veronica wrapped the Arbiter’s ankle and pulled him off the ledge. The Gerald tattoo licked up her arm and along her blade toward his chest, but the Arbiter caught the sword bare-handed:

The Arbiter: “You think Gerald is strong enough to beat me? I invented Gerald.”

“How dare you insult Gerald?” Veronica’s next strike cut across the Arbiter’s face, and the tattoo’s dark energy healed her. “You can’t come between me and my man,” she told him.

The Job Interview

The Arbiter asked if he might just kill them. The Grandmaster refused. They had been “immensely entertaining,” she said, but he could otherwise be imaginative. So he threw up a handful of sand that became a swarm of zombie bees. “That’s my thing!” Rosa protested. He stepped back up to the stands and told them, “Maybe if you kill my bees, you’ll be worthy of fighting me.” He grumbled that he could have just disintegrated them. The Grandmaster insisted that disintegrating “ruins the fight,” while bees are fun. “It’s your arena,” he conceded.

Rosa spread her arms on the ledge and called the zombie bees to her side. They liked her, but they would not join her. She climbed up Veronica, leapt off her head and landed at the Grandmaster’s feet to make her pitch: “I would like to become your Arbiter.” The Arbiter said the position was filled. “Well, in that case, bees, attack!” Her persuasion was a natural 1. “Your interview has failed,” the Grandmaster ruled. “There’s an application process. I put it online.”

Still, the pair had put on an amazing show, and the Grandmaster had another role in mind. “Here in the Dread Fortress, we look for personality. We look for fit… Perhaps the two of you can start my bee farm.” The Arbiter preferred the title “beekeeper” and explained the job: “You plant the bees in the soil and in the spring you harvest them out.” He added that the last beekeeper had been deathly allergic, and that the pay was minimum wage. Room and board was included, down the hall from the goblins (“they’re actually rather tidy”), along with an on-site physician. “I would love to be your bee farmer,” said Rosa. “Why not?” said Veronica. And Gerald was there.

What the Arbiter Took

The Arbiter was not quite done. He wondered aloud whether he should let it go that Veronica had attacked him, called them “a couple of pals having good times,” and then his eyes shimmered silver. Veronica saw it all again: running on the sand with Gerald in slow motion, the touch of fiery hands, “all the good times with Gerald over the last, you know, hour or so.” Then the memories faded, and so did the tattoo. He left her just enough to know something had been taken. “I’ll see you around the bee farm,” he said, and flew off into the sky.

“Don’t mind him,” said the Grandmaster. “He’s a bit of a sore loser when he doesn’t get to fight back.” She later added that he was just jealous. She lifted both champions up to the Acolytes, who had made little posters reading “Save the bees!” Then she crowned the night’s champions turned bee farmers: “I give you! And bees!”

Dried Blood

Veronica warned that anyone who thought she would quietly settle into a life of beekeeping was wrong. “The Arbiter’s got some shit coming to him. This is my villain origin story… See you on the bee farm.” Rosa’s parting words were simpler: “Save the bees.” At the table, Veronica’s player admitted she had planned all along to win Rosa’s trust, attack the hosts together, and then finish off her weakened partner. She couldn’t bring herself to do it with Rosa “in her happy little bee costume.”

Notable Moments

  • The Grandmaster took up Zumba and rigged Doug’s choice to start a game of tag.
  • Veronica seduced the Box of Chaos with a handful of nuts and came out with a ring; a tattoo and a boyfriend named Gerald followed when the box exploded.
  • Rosa drew the Talons from the Deck of Many Things, which destroyed the Deck and everything else magical she owned.
  • Veronica’s whip yanked the Arbiter off his ledge, and he caught her blade bare-handed.
  • Rosa’s job interview to replace the Arbiter failed on a natural 1, and both champions were hired as bee farmers instead.
  • The Arbiter erased Gerald from Veronica’s arm and memory before flying away.

Memorable Quotes

  • Rosa: “Bees.”
  • The Box of Chaos: “It’s been a long time since anybody’s touched me like that.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “He liked it, so he put a ring on it.”
  • Rosa: “Rosa’s an optimist. So, I’m looking at the deck half full.”
  • Veronica: “You can never disappoint me, Gerald.”
  • The Arbiter: “You think Gerald is strong enough to beat me? I invented Gerald.”
  • Rosa: “I would like to become your Arbiter… Well, in that case, bees, attack!”
  • The Arbiter: “You plant the bees in the soil and in the spring you harvest them out.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Rosa (guest; see player-credit question)

  • Appearance: a halfling, “two and a half feet tall,” with long pink hair, a sunny disposition, an eye patch she passes off as a battle wound, and very tight clothing. She has “only one good eye.”
  • Class: a rogue who can’t do magic.
  • Gear: daggers (one poisoned and worn as a stinger “off my butt”), a short sword, a rapier, a sling or “bee cannon,” a rope, an oil flask and a tinderbox.
  • Bees:
    • Wears a fluffy, fluorescent bee costume.
    • Summons bees, a swarm “in a ball,” and carries poison “in my special place.”
    • Rode a polymorph steed she believed was a bee, Steve.
    • The zombie bees like her.
  • Items: won the Ioun Stone of Absorption and the Deck of Many Things from the Box of Chaos, and lost both to the Talons card.
  • Personality: an optimist (“deck half full”).
  • Ambition: asked to become the Arbiter and was refused.
  • Outcome: hired as the Grandmaster’s bee farmer.

Veronica (guest; see player-credit question)

  • Appearance: a half-elf with pale skin, long light-blue hair, a forehead symbol tattoo, a crop top, a skirt and wrist wraps. She wears no armor.
  • Class: Bladesinger with fighter abilities (Action Surge, Second Wind, a weapon attack after a cantrip).
  • Gear: a rapier and sword, and a sentimental 10 ft whip.
  • Spells: Longstrider, Shocking Grasp, Mage Armor (shaped as a translucent blue elven beekeeper suit), Ray of Frost (plucked from her hair).
  • Items: has a Ring of Evasion from seducing the Box of Chaos.
  • Gerald: had a “Gerald” Blood Fury tattoo and fell in love with Gerald. The Arbiter erased both the tattoo and her memories of him.
  • In this episode:
    • Pulled the Arbiter off his ledge and cut his face.
    • Hired as a bee farmer.
    • Declares a “villain origin story” against the Arbiter (Dried Blood).

Gerald — the fiery being of the Box of Chaos’s flames.

  • What he does:
    • Took Veronica’s nuts, was seduced by her, gave her a ring (“call me”).
    • Became her tattoo: “I’ll be with you always now.”
    • Served as her steed and lover: carried her, ran hand in hand with her, dove to take fire for her.
  • The Arbiter’s claim: “I invented Gerald.”
  • Fate: erased from Veronica’s mind and arm.
  • (Caustic Phoenix calls the box’s flames “he.” The Box itself rolled away in the sandstorm.)

The Arbiter (Mudcat)

  • Tells a false bee fact.
  • Rolls poorly to the GM’s disappointment and feuds with Doug the Pug.
  • Unleashes the sandstorm.
  • Pulled from the stands by Veronica’s whip and cut. Caught her blade bare-handed.
  • Wanted to kill or disintegrate the champions; the GM forbade it.
  • Summoned zombie bees from sand, then misty-stepped away.
  • Refused Rosa’s bid for his job.
  • Took Veronica’s memories of Gerald by a charm with silver-shimmering eyes, then flew off. The GM calls him a sore loser and jealous.
  • Was eating nachos.
  • Has wings.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix)

  • Has taken up Zumba. She “hasn’t picked up her bow in a long time.”
  • Declared Sunday Deathmatch Day.
  • Has acquired the bazaar land, which needs renovation.
  • Cheated with Doug to start a game of tag.
  • Forbade the Arbiter from killing the champions.
  • Started a bee farm under “nature philanthropic efforts” and hired Rosa and Veronica: minimum wage, room and board near the goblins, an on-site physician.

Doug the Pug — the GM’s pug.

  • Picked Veronica as “it.” Sinks when he lands, “like he’s got a few holes in him.”
  • Farted at the Arbiter, who calls him a jerk.
  • Barks three times to trigger the tag explosion.

Thomas and Leed — goblins who wheel out the GM’s throne. The goblins live down the hall from the new bee farmers and are “rather tidy.”

Henry — the tiny hamster in a giant teal hamster ball, still rolling around the bazaar.

Steve — Rosa’s name for her bee-shaped polymorph horse.

The zombie bees — a swarm the Arbiter made from sand, dealing necrotic damage.

The previous beekeeper — unnamed and “deathly allergic” to bees, per the Arbiter.

Anakin — named by the GM as never visiting her because of the sand (a Star Wars joke).

Blissful Dwarf, Tigertron — chat Acolytes. Blissful Dwarf demanded chaos; Tigertron was credited with a joke.

Places

  • Elusia’s throne room, Dread Fortress, where she does Zumba.
  • The bazaar: a desert market the GM acquired.
    • Covered carts, canvas-tarp stalls and buildings with 15–30 ft roofs.
    • A stairwell that shelters from the sand.
    • Several fast-moving suns.
    • Camel dung on the wind.
    • Her shaded abode in the stands.
  • The Grandmaster’s bee farm, newly founded, staffed by Rosa and Veronica.
  • The inside of the Box of Chaos: an endless chasm of pink and yellow flames.

Items

  • Box of Chaos: trades magic items for sacrifices. It accepted nuts and seduction, spits people out, can be “it,” and exploded into red and purple flames before rolling away.
  • Ring of Evasion (Veronica).
  • Ioun Stone of Absorption, pale lavender. Rosa’s, destroyed.
  • Deck of Many Things. Rosa’s, vanished after the Talons card.
  • Blood Fury Tattoo “Gerald”. Veronica’s, erased.
  • Rosa’s bee costume and poisoned butt-dagger stinger.
  • The GM’s wheeled throne chair.
  • The GM’s sweat headband and gym shorts.
  • Acolyte bee posters.

Lore statements

  • The Grandmaster declared Sunday Deathmatch Day by law.
  • The arena’s polymorph steeds can become anything.
  • The Arbiter and Grandmaster have been attacked in the arena once before, unsuccessfully.
  • The Arbiter can strip memories by charm. He claims to have “invented Gerald.”
  • The Dread Fortress has an on-site physician and goblin staff quarters.

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