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A gnome artificer selling his own cryptocurrency and a red-eyed barbarian with a winged monkey were pulled into The Void to fight at a lonely, freezing lake. K-Boom and Ignacio Marchade spent the match trading insults, javelins and fireballs. Along the way they fell into something like love, and in the end K-Boom cradled his dying rival in his arms. The lake’s own monster had the final word: it dragged both bodies into the deep. It was the night the Grandmaster called “the variety pack.”

The Story

Band Tryouts at the Dread Fortress

The evening began with the Arbiter clacking through the halls in a new pair of Italian leather boots, “awarded to him for good behavior in his prison cell.” His hands were still shackled. He was coming back from grocery shopping, which was now his job, because “going to Walmart is terrifying and no one else wants to do it.” He followed the sound of amazing cowbell down the cracked, still-unrenovated hallways of The Dread Fortress (the kitchen, at least, was finally done). The trail led to a small black room with a stage, a spotlight and a sign reading “band tryouts.”

There sat the Grandmaster on a metal chair, arms crossed, auditioning five goblins: three on cowbell and Kyle, who “already had his guitar.” The cowbells had been found free in the basement. She was convinced that “no one has ever heard of a three goblin cowbell band,” that it would help tourism, and that it should open the next match.

The Arbiter muttered his self-improvement mantra (“I’m letting my anger go. I’m letting the hatred go. I’m going to be a better person”) and pointed out that it was Sunday. He had interrupted Sarah’s solo. “You’re a star, Sarah,” the Grandmaster consoled her. “Don’t quit your day job, Sarah,” said the Arbiter. “Her day job is here,” the Grandmaster replied. The band was postponed to next week, and the Arbiter clapped his chained hands to tear open a portal.

The Gnome and the Man in the Hood

K-Boom stepped through first and greeted “Master Chief and Arbiter.” He was a gnome artificer, “aka Kyle Boomishnow, aka Kaboom,” 3’2” on a good day (“the doctors say I’m like three foot one and a half, but I round up… for the ladies”). He wore a long robe hung with trinkets, vials and gears over plate armor. He loved three things: explosives, cigarettes and cryptocurrency. He had come to win and prove that K-Boom Coin “is gonna be the best cryptocurrency that the realm has ever seen.”

Ignacio Marchade answered in a voice from the bottom of a well. He had “come back from the realms to whip K-Boom’s ass… and when I say ass, I mean die ass,” and he noted that crypto had gone down a lot in the market. When the Grandmaster asked whether he’d brought a friend, he presented Mort, a monkey to whom he had given wings. K-Boom called it “copyright infringement just waiting to happen.” Ignacio insisted Mort was his own creature.

Then someone said “Doug,” so Doug, the Grandmaster’s tiny, very round pug, appeared. He sniffed Mort, they became best friends on the spot, and Doug shared a toy. Mort was allowed into the arena “as long as Mort is potty trained.” “We’ve had worse in the arena,” said the Arbiter. “Well, we’ve had you in the arena,” said the Grandmaster.

The Frozen Lake

There was no portal this time. The room faded, and a cold breeze carried everyone to a quiet lakeside beside a dilapidated cabin, ringed by snow-covered mountains. The lake was shallow except for a deep, dark pit in its middle. Strangely, it wasn’t frozen at all. High above, the Acolytes huddled in an ethereal coliseum in earmuffs and mittens, clutching hot cocoa.

K-Boom produced a microphone, conjured himself a little spotlight and delivered a rousing speech in the style of a famous Independence Day address, adapted to “the 14th of August.” It would “no longer be known as a void holiday,” he declared, but as the day “we will not go quietly into the night… K-Boom coin on sale now.” The Grandmaster wept and blessed both champions. When the Arbiter suggested K-Boom had what it took to be president, the gnome replied: “My dad used to say the same thing before he died tragically from a house fire that I caused accidentally.” He then added a fourth love to his list: arson.

Javelins, Thighs and a Monkey in a Box

K-Boom opened with a bolt of fire that missed entirely. Ignacio claimed it whittled “maybe my pinky toe. I am not fazed.” Before things could heat up, the Acolytes summoned The Box of Chaos. A giant pink and purple box slammed into the water, and Gerald’s shadowy fingers and yellow eyes crept out. Half the crowd chanted “K-Boom! Crypto, crypto, crypto!” and the other half “Ignacio Mort!”

Ignacio dashed straight to the box and offered up his own best friend. “Who are you supposed to be and what the fuck is that?” Gerald asked. “I kinda wanted that thing, whatever it is.” While K-Boom threatened to call animal services, Ignacio explained, “He knows the deal. He signed on for the trip.” Gerald took Mort, and the Grandmaster promised that Mort would be well fed and “even get his own bedroom.” In return, Gerald floated over the Wheel of Stars, a small metal item. Ignacio never got around to using it.

Ignacio’s javelins went less well. The first landed beside K-Boom’s pinky toe, “almost like it’s more of a threat.” The second split the first in half. “You are lucky I forgot my left contact,” Ignacio growled. A fangirl in the stands had apparently stolen it, because his glowing red eyes, glimpsed under his hood, kept making Acolytes faint and wake up fanning themselves. Then he flew into a rage. He tore off his sleeves and hiked his shorts even shorter, and his muscles burst through the seams. K-Boom was less frightened than impressed by the thighs. “I do Pilates,” Ignacio explained.

Meanwhile Mort had turned up on the Grandmaster’s pedestal beside Doug, and he began joining in the Arbiter’s end-of-round dice rolls. “My self-worth is not tied to dice rolls,” the Arbiter told himself.

Magic Missiles and the Locked Box

K-Boom tapped his chest, and a shoulder rocket unfolded, painted laser dots on Ignacio and hammered him with magic missiles. It was “built in my basement after my father died… before I delved into crypto.” Ignacio needed several tries and some pleading from the Grandmaster, but he finally landed a crossbow bolt in K-Boom’s thigh. He then tried to scramble up the snowy rocks for the high ground, but his “thunderous thighs” melted the snow beneath him. He only reached a ledge ten feet up and skinned his knee.

The crowd turned into a mob and started pelting the arena: swords, spaghetti, raccoons, raw chicken, holiday presents and an anchor (“Who keeps an anchor?”). Ignacio danced through all of it with the luckiest dodge of his life. He caught 48 pennies and ate a passing fish. K-Boom, floundering in the water, was hit by a cake with a hundred burning candles and pecked by a seagull.

Battered, K-Boom went to the box and offered one K-Boom coin, “one of the first in existence,” worth 50,000 gold. Gerald was keen: “I’ve only got 200,000 in my savings account. I’ll take four.” K-Boom wanted an item, not gold, so Gerald went back inside to think about it. Then, after K-Boom’s truly abysmal attempt at persuasion, someone inside slid a deadbolt across the lid.

Ignacio gloated, then pleaded: “Whatever you’re doing, please don’t throw it.” K-Boom threw it. He hurled a vial and flicked his cigarette after it, and the two met midair in a fireball. He was standing far too close and roasted himself worse than Ignacio, losing his eyebrows (he kept the mustache “because it grows back faster”). “Fire bad,” said the Grandmaster. K-Boom dunked himself in the lake and discovered the water was magical and healed his burns. “Oh God, the water, it burns,” he lied. Ignacio could see the wounds closing.

No More Mr. Nice Kaboom

Ignacio waded in, squatted to reach the gnome’s throat and announced a “five finger death punch.” K-Boom answered with his best trick. He flicked a switch on his chest, his pauldrons sprang open, and a swarm of daggers whirled around him. Ignacio ducked underwater to wash the blood off his face and rose “almost in a beautiful mermaid form.” The Grandmaster came down with hiccups.

“No more Mr. Nice Kaboom,” K-Boom declared, crying on the inside. He chugged an energy drink and smashed the can on his forehead. He blinked away and charged back so the dagger cloud sliced Ignacio again, then grabbed Ignacio’s thighs underwater and sent lightning through the lake. Both of them were wearing metal. “My middle name is Pain,” K-Boom said. It was actually Michael. Ignacio’s frenzied lance jabs at “right arm, left leg, and left earlobe” all missed so badly that a slot-machine jingle rang out and gold coins rained into the water. He finally struck home on another try.

When K-Boom insisted on calling the Grandmaster “Master Chief” again, she corrected him: “I am the Grandmaster. Get my name right. And it’s Dogecoin with Doug’s face on it that rules the day here.” “That is Doug coin,” K-Boom shot back. “Doge coin is completely different.” The crowd booed him.

Return to Monkey

“When in doubt,” K-Boom’s father once told him, “return to monkey.” K-Boom drank a brown vial and became a giant ape, “K-Konga, the Crypto Monkey,” and smashed Ignacio’s right pinky toe so hard the lakebed cracked. Ignacio pulled two javelins from the water and drove them into the ape’s chest. K-Boom lost his grip on the spell and shed the ape “almost like skin,” revealing “your typical, now eyebrowless, K-Boom.” Ignacio then aimed his lance at the gnome’s sack. “That’s a low blow given his height,” said the Arbiter. With a nudge from the Grandmaster’s blessing, it landed as a glancing blow to the nuts.

The Arbiter had already had enough (“This place is fucking stupid. If I wasn’t imprisoned, I would quit”). “I think it’s time we encounter some of the local wildlife,” he said. A water weird shot up out of the pit behind Ignacio and lashed at him with its tail. Ignacio wrenched free.

Enemies, Friends, Fireball

The champions declared a truce on the spot. “Let’s both fuck off. Let’s run together, man,” said Ignacio. “Enemy of my enemy is my friend,” said K-Boom. “Until we kill each other, but that’ll be later,” said Ignacio. He carefully pulled away and raced for the rowboat, but the weird swam sixty feet and caught right up with him. Even the round card guy, who “can only count to seven,” ran out of cards.

K-Boom gave his new friend “a half-ass thumbs up” (“You got this, man!”), ran, lit a cigarette, and tossed two vials over his shoulder. They met in a fireball centered on Ignacio. The weird shrugged it off. Ignacio did not.

“I wish you all the cryptocurrency non-luck. I hope you lose all your stock… But I do wish you a long and healthy life, brother… at least I’ll be with Mort now. I love you, and I always have, even though you killed me.” (Ignacio Marchade)

“Wait! Don’t go into the light yet!” K-Boom slid down the rocks and cradled the burning barbarian. They could have been friends, he said, and Ignacio would be remembered, because K-Boom had a new line of cryptocurrency coming out called “NF trinkets.” He showed Ignacio a card he had drawn: a stick figure of Ignacio as an NFT, with the stats “Internalized rage, really depressed, probably has daddy issues.” “Oh god, fucking kill me now, please,” said Ignacio. His last words renamed his killer “K-Boom Marchand.”

K-Boom dropped him back in the water and launched into a sales pitch, and the weird’s tail whipped up mid-spiel. It wrapped around both of them and dragged both champions into the black pit. There was no winner. It was believed to be the first time both champions had ever died. Once before, with two champions on the brink, the Grandmaster had fused them into one body instead.

Memory Keepers

Up on the pedestal, Mort shed a small tear. “It’s okay, Mort. You’ll be reunited one day,” the Grandmaster soothed. Then she kicked over the NFT trinkets and stomped all over them. “Arbiter. Clean up this mess.” He soared up on glowing wings and dove headfirst into the lake to recover the bodies. The Grandmaster rose over the water with Mort on her shoulder and held him up to the crowd Simba-style. She told the Acolytes to be the memory keepers of the night and to “tell them the story of K-Boom and Ignacio and Mort.” Mort spread his wings and spiraled into the sky, throwing confetti.

Dried Blood

After the match, K-Boom explained that he never had much love as a child and lost his family young “due to an arson accident that is definitely not my fault legally.” He makes up for it by getting people to fall in love with him and buy his merchandise. His sack, he reported, was “non-existent right now… I’m still trying to pull out the pieces.” Ignacio announced, “I have died, but my soul lives on.” K-Boom gave one final pitch: coins at $4,000 apiece, “currently worth… twice that,” with “Ignacio NFTs” coming soon. He did admit the value had tanked “because… K-Boom died in the match.” Ignacio’s only request: “Send my percentage to my family.”

Notable Moments

  • Ignacio sacrificed his own winged monkey, Mort, to the Box of Chaos. Mort spent the rest of the night hanging out with Doug and rolling dice for the Arbiter.
  • K-Boom became the first champion to haggle a price with Gerald, who promptly deadbolted the box from the inside.
  • K-Boom blew off his own eyebrows with his first fireball, then faked agony while the lake’s magical water healed him.
  • Ignacio’s three straight misses triggered a slot-machine jingle and a shower of gold coins.
  • “Return to monkey”: K-Boom turned into K-Konga, the Crypto Monkey, and lost the form to a pair of javelins in the chest.
  • Both champions died together: one by fireball, then both dragged into the pit by the water weird mid-sales-pitch.

Memorable Quotes

  • K-Boom: “There’s also three things in life that I love. That’s explosives, cigarettes, and cryptocurrency.”
  • Gerald: “I’ve only got 200,000 in my savings account. I’ll take four.”
  • Ignacio Marchade: “He knows the deal. He signed on for the trip.”
  • Ignacio Marchade: “I do Pilates.”
  • The Arbiter: “This place is fucking stupid. If I wasn’t imprisoned, I would quit.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “Master Chief does not rule in this domain. I am the Grandmaster. Get my name right.”
  • K-Boom: “When in doubt… return to monkey.”
  • Ignacio Marchade: “From now on, K-Boom, your name is K-Boom Marchand.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

K-Boom (BrandontheDM). Gnome artificer, aka Kyle Boomishnow, aka Kaboom; his real middle name is “Michael” (“K-Michael-Boom”).

  • About 3’2” (“doctors say 3’1.5”). Long robe of trinkets, vials and gears over plate armor. Smokes constantly. Loses his eyebrows to his own fireball and keeps his mustache.
  • Loves explosives, cigarettes, cryptocurrency and arson. He founded K-Boom Coin, claimed to be worth 50,000 gold each, and is launching “NF trinkets”, with an Ignacio NFT. A self-described sleazy salesman and shill.
  • His father died in a house fire K-Boom accidentally caused, and he lost his family young to an arson accident. His father’s sayings: “when in doubt… return to monkey.”
  • His gadgetry was “built in my basement after my father died”:
    • a chest switch that opens pauldrons of daggers (Cloud of Daggers);
    • a Predator-style shoulder rocket (magic missile);
    • vial-plus-cigarette fireballs;
    • a brown vial for Polymorph (giant ape, “K-Konga, the Crypto Monkey”).
  • Has War Caster. Keeps calling the Grandmaster “Master Chief.”
  • The Box of Chaos locked itself against him.

Ignacio Marchade (Karim Cheese). Raging barbarian.

  • Deep voice, deep-set hood, cloth mask, glowing red eyes that make Acolytes swoon. Wears contact lenses; one was stolen by a fangirl.
  • Fights with javelins, a lance and a crossbow. Does Pilates. His dad called him “Pain.”
  • Mort’s owner; sacrificed Mort to the Box and got the Wheel of Stars.
  • At death he declared his love for K-Boom and renamed him “K-Boom Marchand.” Died “but my soul lives on” (Dried Blood).

Mort. A monkey with wings that Ignacio gave him (taken by K-Boom to be a Wizard of Oz monkey; Ignacio denies it). Found in the Appalachian Mountains.

  • Sacrificed to the Box of Chaos. He then hangs out with Doug on the Grandmaster’s pedestal and rolls the plush D20 for the Arbiter’s end-of-round rolls.
  • Promised his own bedroom. Wept at the double death, was held up Simba-style, and flew off throwing confetti.

Doug. The Grandmaster’s tiny round pug, who appears when his name is said.

  • Befriends Mort and shares a toy with him. Rolls a 17 on his own. “Doug rolls when he wants to roll.”
  • The Arbiter threatens him (“One day, Doug”).

Gerald / the Box of Chaos (Mudcat). Pink and purple, with shadowy fingers and yellow eyes.

  • Took Mort (“I kinda wanted that thing”).
  • Has “200,000 in my savings account.” Offered to buy four K-Boom coins, then deadbolted the box from inside after K-Boom’s nat 1.

The water weird. Rises from the lake’s deep pit as the Arbiter’s special chaos event. Speed 60 in water. Dragged both champions’ bodies into the pit.

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • Currently imprisoned. His hands are shackled, and he wears Italian leather boots awarded for good behavior in his prison cell.
  • Now does the grocery shopping. Running anger-management mantras (“I am centered… I am the best me”; “My self-worth is not tied to dice rolls”).
  • Has memorized Independence Day (“he also has it memorized,” Dried Blood).
  • Recovered the bodies from the lake.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Runs goblin band tryouts. Gave both champions a d4 inspiration. “I am the law!”
  • Claims “Dogecoin with Doug’s face on it” rules here (Doug coin). Stomped the NFT trinkets.
  • Had hiccups after the break.

Goblin band: five goblins, three on cowbell and a guitarist. Kyle (guitarist, his own guitar) and Sarah (cowbell solo, “a star”; her day job is at the Dread Fortress).

The round card guy: can only count to seven (an unseen arena helper, as stated).

Places

  • The Dread Fortress: cracked hallways still need renovating, the kitchen is finally done, there’s a small black room with a stage, and a basement holds free cowbells.
  • The frozen lake arena: a dilapidated ~20 ft cabin, a holed rowboat, a dock, snowy rocks with a 10 ft ledge, sheer mountain faces at the edges. The lake is unfrozen despite the cold, and its water heals wounds, with a deep dark pit that’s home to the water weird. An ethereal coliseum of Acolytes floats above.
  • The Appalachian Mountains (Mort’s origin).

Items

  • Wheel of Stars (Ignacio, from the Box).
  • K-Boom Coin, the Ignacio NFT / NF trinket card (stamped on by the GM), the K-Boom Coin website.
  • The GM’s plush D20, the cowbells.
  • Thrown arena debris: 48 pennies, the fish, the hundred-candle cake, the anchor and so on. The gold coins that rained on Ignacio’s triple 2s.

Lore statements

  • The Arbiter is imprisoned at this point and serving a sentence the Grandmaster can extend.
  • “A void holiday” is invoked in K-Boom’s speech (14th of August).
  • Animals “in our kingdom are very well fed.”
  • Things sacrificed to the Box of Chaos can reappear: Mort visits the GM’s pedestal afterward.
  • Per the Dried Blood creator note, this is the first double death in the series.

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