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A cocky young sorcerer and the weary minotaur professor who taught them everything met in a crumbling temple high in the sky. Alma wanted to prove they had become the master. Ahyan spent most of the fight begging them to go home. What followed was one of the most inventive duels the arena had seen, complete with a giant magnet, metal-chair dives, the first Counterspell ever cast in the arena, and an ending that left the crowd in total silence.

The Story

Before the Fight

The night began in The Dread Fortress, where the Grandmaster was hosting a pre-show party with hors d’oeuvres, drinks and goblins already eating. The Arbiter was still being punished: he clanked through the halls in chains and had to knock on the throne-room door, “because he knocks now. Just part of the punishment.” The goblins Thomas and Jerry let him in. The Grandmaster reminded him that he was still her number two, “but you’re also last place because remember, if you’re not first, you’re last.”

When the Arbiter asked who was paying for the catering, she said it came straight from the budget, which he ran. He asked whether she even knew what the word meant. Her face went blank: “Numbers. I don’t know, that’s why I have you still around.” He began shoveling the food into Tupperware, away from the general public.

The Grandmaster also cleared up a rumor. The Fortress employs 203 goblins and had ordered 203 chinchillas, one each, as pets, not as food. The Arbiter helpfully added that “everyone knows that goblins eat bunnies.” Jerry dropped his plate in outrage: “I’m a vegetarian, Arbiter!” The Arbiter apologized, asked after Jerry’s mother’s bunions, and promised to make it up to him with two fantastic champions. These two were master and student who “needed to fight to the death anyway, so I figured… two birds, one stone.”

The Champions

With a clap that ripped open a portal, Alma burst in. They were an earth genasi with gray skin cracked like dried mud, charcoal black hair and gray-and-white elven armor, buzzing with wild-eyed energy. “Tonight, I will prove once and for all that I have become not the student, but the master,” they declared, then screamed for good measure.

Ahyan followed. They were a tall minotaur with gold rings pierced through their horns and long blue hair that kept flowing though there was no wind, and they were calmly wrapping bandages around their forearms. They were not impressed. “I thought I taught you better than to boast,” Ahyan said. “I feel like I failed as a mentor after all of these years… Why don’t you go home? Save us both the trouble.” Alma shot back that their teacher had grown weak and forgetful with age. The Grandmaster wondered aloud whether expertise or passion would win, and the Arbiter declared himself a fan of the underdog.

Into the Temple

The Grandmaster chose “a treasured temple of mine,” one of the many the Acolytes had built in her honor. The Grandmaster’s temple was stone-floored and roof-holed, with an open courtyard to the east guarded by two statues of her. It sat atop a pillar in the sky, with a drop of at least 75 feet on every side. It was due for renovation anyway, so she invited the champions to wreck it: “True to my name and true to my temple, spill blood here.”

The Acolytes floated overhead with slushies and what the Grandmaster insisted should be called “cloud candy,” because “cotton doesn’t look like that to me.” She took her seat beside Doug the Pug. One fan ripped off his shirt to reveal a giant tattoo of her face across his jiggling stomach. “My face looks all sorts of funny,” she observed.

The Sky Magnet

Alma moved first. Almost immediately a silver disc on a chain came swinging down out of nowhere. It was a sky magnet, which the Arbiter explained he’d had installed last fall at Jerry’s personal request, because it “holds its value the whole time.” Alma recognized it, scorched Ahyan with a bolt of fire, and crouched, ready to teleport above the magnet when it came close.

Ahyan barely looked up from their bandages. “I see you haven’t learned to wait your turn.” They wrapped themselves in blue protective light, then said sadly, “Alma, don’t go anywhere,” and froze their student solid in a paralyzing hold. Ahyan begged them to forfeit. Alma refused. “I taught you everything you know, you fool!” Ahyan cried, and let out what the Grandmaster called “the exhale of a thousand ancients.”

The Box of Chaos arrived, and the Acolytes granted each champion a burst of extra fortune. Then the magnet, now huge and humming, pulled. The frozen Alma slammed body-first into it in full armor. Ahyan, carrying a dagger, a knife, a hammer, manacles and a steel mirror, was dragged up by their gear. The two ended up stuck side by side ten feet in the air. “I’m just, I’m waiting to make my move,” Alma insisted. “This is all, it’s part of the plan.”

Gerald’s New Friend

Alma strained against the hold and failed, wobbling like Captain America almost lifting Mjolnir. Ahyan, embarrassed for them, let the spell go and pulled off the best move of the night. They cast a crackling lure of lightning onto the ground below and used it as a rope. Then they grabbed the ceremonial dagger they’d received on graduating from their academy and swung down toward the Box to sacrifice it. The Grandmaster’s verdict: “hell, that’s fucking awesome.”

Long dark fingers caught the other end of the lightning. Yellow eyes peered out. “Why is your lightning on me?” asked Gerald. He accepted the dagger (“I could use one of these”), did a fake-stairs walk down into the box, and returned in a blinding column of yellow and purple fire with a sleeveless chest piece veined with blue lightning. It ignored the magnet and shielded its wearer from raw magical force, and the Grandmaster snapped it onto Ahyan.

“Thank you, Gerald,” said Ahyan. Gerald was stunned: “You might be the first person to ever say thank you.” Ahyan handed him a business card for the Academy of Assassins (“we have benefits”). Gerald counted the paper as a sacrifice too and returned a healing potion as his own business card, with his email on the bottle: Gerald1972 at yahoo.com. “What’s the 72 for?” asked the Arbiter.

Chairs, Cameras and Chaos

Chaos kept coming. The Grandmaster and the Arbiter pulled large metal chairs from behind their backs and performed a synchronized screaming swan dive. The Arbiter overdid his corkscrew barrel roll and only tapped Ahyan on the shoulder (“Not my best work”). The Grandmaster smashed Alma clean off the magnet, which zipped skyward and left a round hole in the clouds. “We recycle everything,” she assured everyone. “We’re very green in this place.”

Next, the Acolytes crowded so hard for photos “so they can put it on TikTok” that they toppled into the arena in a paparazzi storm, blinding both fighters with flashes. Ahyan was baffled: “What is a selfie? Do you want a shelf?” Gerald struck one last pose in a Marilyn Monroe dress, covering himself and blushing as the box’s flames blew it up, before announcing he was “gonna take that new job at this assassin’s place.”

Blind, Alma found Ahyan by sound and blasted them back toward the edge with a gust of wind: “You should have never let me go, professor… It’s like Titanic.” Then they turned to the crowd, feet feeling for the drop. “Is this not the bloodshed that you’ve asked for? Are you not entertained?” They stubbed their big toe on a rock and played it off. Ahyan, eyes closed, used that loud pandering to aim a perfect life-draining touch from a distance. It was a devastating hit that left Alma’s legs shaking.

The Plea

Ahyan stepped toward their student and begged once more, then turned to the stands: “Have mercy on Alma… Don’t you have any, any empathy for them?” The Grandmaster was moved but unwavering:

“In all of life we are fools and the only thing that we can do is fight for ourselves and fight for what we want.” (The Grandmaster)

If Alma wanted to fight, she said, Ahyan should respect that and see the student’s strength for what it was. Meanwhile the Arbiter asked to have his chains off for ten minutes. She refused: “You tried to overthrow the Dread Fortress. That was like two months ago.” He was sitting on a wooden crate with a deflated cushion, below Doug’s miniature throne. After a short break he also admitted he’d been doing the taxes by “coloring in the boxes.”

Blow for Blow

“Professor, if you even are a professor, I’ve had about enough of this,” Alma snarled, and set off small volcanic eruptions across Ahyan’s body. They followed it with a sphere of magical darkness. Ahyan twirled their hands and cancelled the darkness outright with a Counterspell, then stared straight at Alma: “All right then, if you want to fight, like the Grandmaster said, I will honor your decision.” For the first time, Alma felt doubt.

Ahyan raised an old champion’s spirit from the undead-filled ground beneath the temple, and Alma sent it straight back with a Counterspell of their own: “No, not today. Go back into the ground.” The Arbiter marveled that this was the first time anyone had used Counterspell in the arena. Ahyan blinked behind Alma, tapped them on the shoulder, and, with no weapons left after the magnet, threw a lightning-wrapped punch. Alma bent backward Matrix-style and sprang back up. “You gotta be a little faster than that to get an old Alma.” The Acolytes went wild. Doug, meanwhile, out-rolled the Arbiter with his plush d20, booty shake included, and was not cowed when the Arbiter barked at him with a flash of wolf face.

The Blizzard

Given a turn at chaos, the Arbiter remarked, “I feel like it’s a little hot out.” His breath fogged and spread until it blotted out the sun, and the temple vanished into a blizzard. The Grandmaster put on a parka. Ahyan was left unsteady on the ice. Alma teleported into the torchlit temple and taunted, “I know you never really liked snow anyway,” then flooded the courtyard with sickly green radiation that left Ahyan nauseated and glowing.

Ahyan blinked inside behind them (“It isn’t very nice to treat your elders that way”) and tried to drain Alma again. Alma counterspelled, but Ahyan turned back time inside their own body to before the sickness struck and pushed the spell through, stealing Alma’s life to steady themselves against the wall. The Arbiter then rolled a natural 20 (“Redeemed. I don’t want to hear it. Suck it, Doug.”) and was rewarded with a dollhouse-sized metal chair. He threw it like a boomerang through the temple ceiling and into Ahyan’s head. “Is it raining chairs out there?” Ahyan picked it up. It was now their only weapon.

The Final Lesson

Alma grew quiet and focused. Ahyan told them, “Give me your best shot, Alma. Prove to me that you’re worth this position.” Alma brought up potions class from three years ago, where Ahyan had given them an A-minus because their sleeping draughts always knocked people out for a whole day: “which is not the assignment.” Then Alma filled Ahyan’s corner with a plague of locusts.

Ahyan fell to their knees, clinging to life, blue hair hanging over their face. Through a gap in it, their eyes found Alma’s and gave permission. Alma made finger guns and fired a single magic missile, which wove around every locust in slow motion “straight into their beloved professor’s heart.”

“I’m proud of you, Alma.” (Ahyan)

The crowd fell utterly silent. The Arbiter carried Ahyan off (“I respect the time magic, especially, but, you know, the underdog”). The Grandmaster offered Alma her hand, and they wiped away tears before taking it. Lifted before the Acolytes, Alma swore to prove they were “the greatest sorcerer of all time.” The Grandmaster closed the night: “Remember this fight! Remember both their names!… who you bring around you will always be the ones who can make you better.”

Dried Blood

Ahyan returned freshly raised from the dead, which they found “a strange feeling.” The Arbiter assured them, “You get used to it.” Ahyan admitted they hadn’t thought Alma had it in them, and wished them an illustrious career as an assassin. Alma promised to do their teacher proud “when I assassin people, assassinate people.” When asked about the potions grade, Ahyan refused to budge: “Look, I have integrity… I stand by my grade from before.” Alma confessed they had never learned the life-draining spell and hadn’t even shown off their Wall of Light. They also hinted at something “weird” from their first year that Ahyan declared “secrets for another story.”

Notable Moments

  • Ahyan swung down a rope of lightning to sacrifice their graduation dagger and, by Gerald’s account, became the first person ever to thank him.
  • Gerald handed over a healing potion with his email, Gerald1972 at yahoo.com, written on it.
  • The Grandmaster and the Arbiter dove into the arena with large metal chairs, and the Arbiter whiffed his.
  • Both champions traded the first Counterspells ever cast in the arena.
  • The Arbiter’s natural 20 earned him a dollhouse chair, which he threw through the ceiling into Ahyan’s head.
  • Ahyan gave Alma permission with a look, and Alma ended it with a finger-gun magic missile to the heart.

Memorable Quotes

  • Ahyan: “I thought I taught you better than to boast.”
  • The Grandmaster: “Numbers. I don’t know, that’s why I have you still around.”
  • Gerald: “You might be the first person to ever say thank you.”
  • Ahyan: “What is a selfie? Do you want a shelf?”
  • Alma: “Is this not the bloodshed that you’ve asked for?”
  • The Arbiter: “I’ve been coloring in the boxes. That’s what you’re supposed to do, right?”
  • The Arbiter: “Redeemed. I don’t want to hear it. Suck it, Doug.”
  • Ahyan: “I’m proud of you, Alma.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Alma (Erica). Earth genasi “student of wild magic sorcery,” Ahyan’s former student. Pronouns mix they and she at the table.

  • Look: gray skin cracked like dried mud, charcoal black hair, gray and white elven armor; hyper, wild-eyed, cocky.
  • Background: studied under Ahyan at an academy, which Ahyan later names the Academy of Assassins. Got an A− in potions class three years ago; their potions were always too potent. Learned from “the big book of magic”; never learned Vampiric Touch; has a Wall of Light spell they never showed Ahyan.
  • Spells used: Fire Bolt, Dimension Door, Gust of Wind, Immolation, Darkness, Counterspell ×2, Sickening Radiance, Insect Plague, Magic Missile, Quickened Spell.
  • In this episode: wins the position they were fighting for and vows to be “the greatest sorcerer of all time.”

Ahyan (spelling uncertain). Minotaur mentor and professor of Alma.

  • Look: gold bands and rings pierced through the horns; long, wavy, ever-flowing blue hair; bandaged forearms.
  • Background: graduated from the academy and received a ceremonial dagger, which they sacrificed to the Box. Recruits for the Academy of Assassins (“we have benefits”). Never liked snow (per Alma).
  • Powers: time magic (Restore Balance, turning back time within their own body). Spells used: Mage Armor, Hold Person, Lightning Lure, Vampiric Touch ×2 (Distant Spell), Counterspell, Summon Undead, Misty Step ×2, Thunderclap.
  • Gear: wears Gerald’s armor of resistance (force resistance, +1 AC, a blue-lightning sleeveless chest piece). Their weapons went to the sky magnet; they ended the fight holding the tiny metal chair.
  • In this episode: first champion (per Gerald) ever to thank him. Gave Alma permission and died to the Magic Missile saying “I’m proud of you.” Raised from the dead afterward (Dried Blood).

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • Punished: wears chains, must knock, and sits on a wooden crate with a deflated D20 cushion. He “tried to overthrow the Dread Fortress… like two months ago.”
  • Duties: in charge of the budget; does the Grandmaster’s taxes by coloring in the boxes.
  • In the arena: chair-dived Ahyan for 1, then hit him with the tiny chair for 4. Summoned the blizzard with his breath. Flashed a wolf face barking at Doug. A fan of the underdog who respects time magic.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Home life: hosts a pre-show party. Doesn’t know what a budget is; wants cotton candy renamed “cloud candy.”
  • The temples: the Acolytes have built many temples to her; this one is to be rebuilt.
  • Age: “Not a day over 3000,” according to the Arbiter.
  • In the arena: dove with a metal chair on Alma. Refused Ahyan’s plea for mercy. Wore a parka in the blizzard.

Gerald (Mudcat). The shadowy, yellow-eyed being in the Box of Chaos.

  • Took the ceremonial dagger and gave the armor of resistance; also gave a healing potion as “my business card.”
  • Email: “Gerald1972 at yahoo.com.”
  • Struck a Marilyn Monroe pose; plans to take the assassin academy job.

Doug the Pug (Caustic Phoenix). Rolls a plush D20 for the Arbiter (13, then 10), does a booty shake, and is not intimidated by the Arbiter’s bark. His throne is a mini Grandmaster throne set higher than the Arbiter’s.

Thomas and Jerry (goblins). Jerry is a vegetarian (carrots and celery); his mother had bunions. Jerry requested the sky magnet.

The 203 goblins of the staff, each with a pet chinchilla.

The summoned spirit: “an old champion” from the ground beneath the temple, counterspelled back down.

The paparazzi Acolytes: includes the man with the Grandmaster’s face tattooed on his stomach.

Places

  • The Dread Fortress halls and the Grandmaster’s throne room.
  • The Grandmaster’s temple: one of many built by the Acolytes. It is a stone temple with holes in the roof and torches inside, an east courtyard with two Grandmaster statues, and a sky pillar with a 75+ ft drop. It’s due for renovation, and now has a chair hole in the ceiling.
  • The Academy of Assassins: Ahyan’s and Alma’s academy, with graduation ceremonial daggers, potions class, employee “benefits,” and a “position” or promotion at stake (inferred from 0:06:42, 0:11:49, 0:24:29, 0:39:32, 1:34:28).

Items

  • The sky magnet: silver, tree-ring disc on a chain, installed last fall. It holds Ahyan’s dagger, knife, hammer, manacles and steel mirror.
  • Ahyan’s ceremonial dagger, sacrificed to the Box.
  • Armor of resistance (from Gerald).
  • Gerald’s healing potion with his email on it.
  • Two large metal chairs and one tiny dollhouse metal chair (now Ahyan’s).
  • Doug’s plush D20.
  • The Arbiter’s chains and D20 stadium cushion.
  • The Grandmaster’s parka.

Lore statements

  • The Arbiter is under punishment (chains, knocking) for trying to overthrow the Dread Fortress about two months earlier (Grandmaster, 0:57:31).
  • The Arbiter is the Grandmaster’s “number two” and “last place.”
  • The Dread Fortress staffs 203 goblins.
  • The ground beneath the temple holds many undead, including old champions (0:07:05).
  • Counterspell was used in the arena for the first time (Arbiter in-world at 1:08:23; Mudcat repeats it out of character).
  • Fallen champions can be raised afterward. Ahyan was “not expecting to be raised from the dead.”

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