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Blood Puppets pitted Basil Herringbone, a self-described “rabbit boy man” in a transitional period, against Befferfoot, a half-orc who had come to kill, to maim, and apparently to destroy grammar. They fought in a waterfall-sealed cave that the Grandmaster could only bring herself to call “my cave of wonders.” Over the next hour and a half there was a self-amputation, an alien abduction, a giant frog, an emotional-support Corgi, and a rain of edible underwear. The Grandmaster summed it up herself: “This is the weirdest fight.”

The Story

The Missing Crown

The night began in the dank, clanking halls of The Dread Fortress, where goblins scurried about their business. The Arbiter found the Grandmaster turning her chambers upside down, with goblins checking under the pillows and under the bed. “I can’t find my crown! Have you seen my crown?” she demanded. She takes it off to sleep, she explained, because “It’s not an appendage that has just grown out of my skull.” When the Arbiter called the crown the symbol of her power, she corrected him.

Grandmaster: “No, I am the symbol of power and authority. The crown is just a pretty jewel.”

The Arbiter blamed the economy (“You just can’t find crowns in this economy”). The Grandmaster asked whether he, Thomas, Nathaniel or any of the goblins had seen it, then decided the problem would solve itself: “I’ll make one from the bones of whoever died.”

Bunny Man and Half-Orc

The Arbiter clapped, tore open a portal, and the two champions strode through laser lights and fog. Basil gently corrected the pronunciation of his name. The Arbiter had assumed he was “some sort of ornamental… food item,” and Basil agreed he was “quite delicious, yes.” Befferfoot announced, “I here to kill, I here to maim, I here to destroy.” He promised he was bigger, stronger and faster than the “puny rabbit.”

Basil explained that he was a rabbit boy man in “a transitional period.” The Grandmaster asked if that meant puberty, and he said yes. The Arbiter scolded her for asking about something so personal. Befferfoot warned that Basil’s “hormonal change will be your undoing,” and Basil said it only made him angrier.

The Cave of Wonders

Another clap carried in the musty smell of cave air, and the champions stepped into a cavern with high, echoing walls and dripping stalactites. Shallow puddles everywhere teemed with tiny tadpoles. The only way out was a tall stone archway hidden behind a roaring waterfall. The Grandmaster welcomed them to her “cave of wonders,” heard herself, and declared the name a work in progress. The Arbiter kept the innuendo going anyway, calling it “very sexual… Nothing but whips and flails… Of pleasure.” Then she shot straight upward. The cave had no ceiling, only a stadium full of The Acolytes tossing down buttery popcorn, and she took her seat beside Doug.

The Acolytes had already triggered chaos before the first blow. “What the frick, Frax? People, keep your panties on!” cried the Grandmaster, as underwear and bras rained onto the champions. Basil asked them to please continue. The Arbiter set the two fighters on opposite sides of the cave, spread his glowing white wings, and sat down still wearing the chains he’d worn all season as punishment for his failed coup. He hinted that he’d been on “really good behavior all season” and could still do magic regardless. The Grandmaster pretended not to hear.

Fire, Ice and the Aliens

Basil opened with a ghostly, chilling hand and fumbled it with a natural 1. The cold froze the stalactites, which cracked overhead; one fell at him and he dodged it easily, but the rest were left hanging as icy threats. Undeterred, he tried again and hit. Icicles formed all over Befferfoot, which prompted the Grandmaster to ask whether he was wearing a shirt or “are your nipples really just showing right now?” Befferfoot assured her they were very sharp, and answered with a bolt of fire. “Game of Thrones be damned,” said the Grandmaster. “This is the song of fire and ice.”

Basil then discovered that he did, in fact, have Hellish Rebuke, and from then on he answered several of Befferfoot’s attacks with blasts of infernal flame. Basil asked what waited beyond the waterfall, and the Grandmaster promised to show the winner. Then the second chaos event arrived. A small silver disc zigzagged down on a prismatic trail and fired a tractor beam. Basil clung to the rocks, but Befferfoot was hauled aboard, where the aliens taught him their ways from books and scrolls. They dropped him back smarter, with a noticeably larger forehead. Asked what he’d read, Befferfoot said, “The thick ones with the little letters.” The Arbiter suspected he was now a Rhodes Scholar. The Grandmaster suspected he’d taken her intelligence.

A Leg for a Leg

In the second round, The Box of Chaos crashed like a comet into the water and sent up a pillar of yellow and pink flame. Befferfoot threw up a magical shield, which the Grandmaster immediately rebranded “the coward spell.” Basil leapt for the box and glided down “like a sugar glider.” Shadowy fingers and two yellow eyes emerged from the lid. Gerald was ready to deal.

Basil asked for “something that I can hit him really fucking hard with,” and offered his left leg from the knee down. Gerald handed him a saw. Befferfoot politely agreed to wait while Basil bit down on his quarterstaff and sawed off his own leg. Gerald admitted he gets queasy at the sight of blood, so Basil held the leg up by the foot and poured blood all over Gerald’s face. “I think you’re low on iron,” Basil told him.

From the box came a longsword. Seeing Basil bleeding, Gerald wrapped it in shadow and reforged it into a metal leg: Dawnbringer, a sun blade whose kicks burned with radiant light. Meanwhile, Basil’s blood had turned the water red and drawn the tadpoles to feed. He tickled them, they decided he was their provider, and he greeted them: “Hello, my children.”

Underwear, Corgis and Bees

More underwear fell, and Befferfoot ate it (“Anything is edible if you can digest… Half-orc things”). The Grandmaster told the Acolytes to throw something edible, and down came vegan, free-range edible underwear, beer and pineapple pizza. Befferfoot teleported out of the bloody water and shot Basil in the back with a fire bolt. Basil rebuked him anyway. He explained that his rabbit ears point out the back of his head “like a tuning fork.” Befferfoot then walked along the water’s edge, refusing to “poop in the gross water… It’s got its blood on it.”

Then the Boggarts came, two shadows that slipped out of the dark and took the shape of each champion’s greatest fear. Basil’s became “a really big garden snake,” the kind that bites your fingies and hangs on too long, only big enough to eat him. Befferfoot’s fear was “Bees. But only like two at a time.” He was, it emerged, highly allergic.

Basil bounded forty feet onto the north wall, readied his “glowy sword leg thing,” and sent his tadpoles to charge the snake. Unfortunately, they were tadpoles. Befferfoot paused to pet Rolando, his Corgi emotional-support animal, whose tail wags and panting soothed his wounds (“Le Woof”). Then he spotted the bees making a beeline for him and screamed until he ran out of air. At the end of the round the Arbiter rolled a 9, and Doug threw his own squeaky die and matched it. “Suck it! You tied with a dog!” crowed the Grandmaster.

Bigger Problems

Befferfoot spent the Acolytes’ favor to teleport up onto Basil’s wall and stab him in the gut. Basil spent his on another rebuke, which the Grandmaster christened “the Heroic Rebuke.” Both champions snacked on a fresh delivery of artisan edible underwear, which the Arbiter figured they “probably bought from an OnlyFans account.” Their stomachs roared and both grew a full size larger, and the stone gave way beneath them. They slid down, each landing face to face with his own fear. “Now I’m truly a bunny man,” said Basil.

He kicked the snake with Dawnbringer, and the radiant leg burned the false snake doubly. When it tried to swallow him and found him too big, he karate-chopped it open until it “curls backwards like one of those party favors” and vanished in smoke. Befferfoot looked at his bees, looked at Basil, and went for Basil. Basil swatted his crossbow bolt aside. The bees, which the Grandmaster named Henry and Henrietta, struck as he moved, and Henrietta stung him. “And she dies. That’s the kind of B they are,” the Grandmaster observed, as Befferfoot’s allergy kicked in and the poison went to work on him.

The Frog

The Arbiter then rolled a natural 20 and claimed the chaos for himself. With a smirk he closed his raised hand, and the waterfall arch and cave roof began to crumble. Both champions were driven into the deepest, unexplored chamber of the cave. Because of Basil’s bond with the tadpoles, a giant frog lurched out from behind a rock and swallowed him whole to protect him. Basil was perfectly content in there, catching up on Drunken Master Weekly.

Befferfoot tried gently prying the frog’s jaws apart. Then, “while it thinks I’m being gentle,” he drove his short sword up through its chin on a natural 20. The blade burst out the top of its head, and the frog’s face split open in time for Befferfoot to make eye contact with Basil, who flipped him off while reading. The Grandmaster produced a frog hand puppet to illustrate and cut it in half. The Arbiter reassured everyone that she was just upset about her crown.

Befferfoot’s next crossbow shot was another natural 1, and the bolt landed at Rolando’s feet. “I am, how you say, getting the fuck out of here,” said the Corgi. He fled up to the stands to sit beside Doug, where there were plenty of treats and nobody would shoot at him.

Basil poisoned Befferfoot in revenge, but Befferfoot’s body fought back so hard that he was no longer allergic to bees at all. “I shall call upon them one day,” he vowed. “We have Bunny-Man and Bee-Man now,” said the Grandmaster. When Befferfoot shot again, Basil caught the bolt and ate it, “because I have rodent teeth.”

Pet Frogs

To spice things up, the Grandmaster ordered the Arbiter to give each champion a giant frog of his own. Basil whispered sweet things to his and named it Geronimo. The frog barely hopped half a step, so Basil “pulled a Han Solo,” abandoned it, and leapt back up the wall. (“You think these come pre-trained?” asked the Grandmaster.) At the Arbiter’s suggestion, Befferfoot bounced his frog off Basil’s abandoned one to reach Basil’s height. When the Arbiter asked him to prove he could handle the frog, “animal handling” came out sounding like “anal handling.” “We all heard it,” said the Grandmaster, and the Arbiter ruled, “You successfully anal handled this frog.” Befferfoot slashed Basil at the top of the leap. Then he tried to reload mid-air, rolled yet another natural 1, and tumbled off his frog onto his back on a rock. “That’s what you get for doing anal handling,” said the Grandmaster.

The Final Kick

“Look at your opponent in their weird eyeballs,” the Grandmaster commanded. Insults flew. “You’re gonna die, stupid bunny man!” “You’re on your back on a rock, you fucking moron!” “I’m no good with words, but you die!”

Worried for his one remaining knee, Basil jumped another twenty feet and dropped forty with his sun-sword leg out. The first kick crashed into Befferfoot’s shield. The second, against a foe lying helpless on the rock, came up a natural 20. Dawnbringer punched through the shield, which shattered like falling glass, and Befferfoot was dead.

As life slowed, Befferfoot had one regret: “All I wanted was to earn some money so I could buy Mama a birthday present.” He handed Basil a birthday card and begged him to deliver it. Basil shook the blood, guts and brain matter off it and promised he would, though “She gonna be mad.” Rolando came bounding down from the stands. Basil promised not to shoot him, and the Corgi took his place at his new master’s side under a new name, “Bethabitch.” The Grandmaster spread her wings over a roaring crowd and declared that glory had been witnessed “in my stupid cave of wonders,” a place they would never return to.

Dried Blood

Afterward, the champions shared their wisdom. Basil’s advice was simple: “Always bleed out onto tadpoles. You’ll never know when it’s going to come in handy.” Befferfoot had come to a gentler realization: “I realize that Mama would rather have me home than jewelry for birthday.” The Arbiter pointed out that nobody would be able to identify Befferfoot’s body, since he has no teeth. Basil suggested putting him in a frog and hopping him home. The Grandmaster approved of frogs as “perfect transportation” across borders and planes.

Notable Moments

  • Basil sawed off his own leg for Gerald, then poured the blood over the squeamish box’s face.
  • The aliens abducted Befferfoot and returned him smarter, with a much bigger forehead.
  • Doug tied the Arbiter’s roll with his own squeaky die.
  • A giant frog swallowed Basil to protect him, and Befferfoot split it open like a frog-gigger.
  • Befferfoot went from deathly allergic to bees to “Bee-Man” in one fight.
  • A natural-20 kick from Dawnbringer ended it, and Befferfoot’s Corgi switched owners on the spot.

Memorable Quotes

  • Grandmaster: “No, I am the symbol of power and authority. The crown is just a pretty jewel.”
  • Befferfoot: “I here to kill, I here to maim, I here to destroy.”
  • Befferfoot: “The thick ones with the little letters.”
  • Basil Herringbone: “I think you’re low on iron.”
  • Grandmaster: “We are officially rebranding shield to the coward spell.”
  • Rolando: “I am, how you say, getting the fuck out of here.”
  • Grandmaster: “We have Bunny-Man and Bee-Man now. This is the weirdest fight.”
  • Befferfoot: “All I wanted was to earn some money so I could buy Mama a birthday present. And now she’s not going to have no birthday present.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Basil Herringbone (Cucumber, Perception Studio). A rabbit-man (“rabbit boy man,” “bunny man”), Medium size until enlarged. He says he’s in a “transitional period,” and “yes” to puberty.

  • Lost his left leg below the knee to the Box of Chaos. He sawed it off himself with Gerald’s saw and now has Dawnbringer, a sun-blade longsword reshaped by Gerald into a metal leg that deals radiant damage.
  • Abilities: Rabbit Hop, ki (step of the wind, Flurry of Blows), deflect missiles, Feather Fall, Chill Touch, Hellish Rebuke (aimed backwards with his tuning-fork ears), long-range witch bolt, poison spray. Has a pseudodragon “there in spirit” with pom-poms.
  • Personality and lore:
    • Greatest fear: a giant garden snake.
    • Reads Drunken Master Weekly. Has rodent teeth and ate an arrow.
    • Adopted the cave’s tadpoles as “my children.”
    • Named a giant frog Geronimo, then abandoned it.
  • Gained Rolando (renamed “Bethabitch”) as his emotional-support animal.
  • Carries Befferfoot’s birthday card for “Mama,” promising to deliver it.
  • Dried Blood: a genie-pact warlock and monk.

Befferfoot (Chunk, Perception Studio). A half-orc with broken grammar (“I here to kill”).

  • Has sharp nipples.
  • Gained +2 Intelligence and a bigger forehead from an alien abduction.
  • Abilities and gear: fire bolt, shield (“the coward spell”), misty step, sneak attack, uncanny dodge, evasion, short sword, short bow, crossbow (crossbow expert).
  • Ate the thrown underwear (“Half-orc things”).
  • Greatest fear: two bees at a time. He was briefly allergic, then became immune: “Bee-Man.”
  • His Corgi Rolando was his emotional-support animal until a stray bolt scared him off.
  • Fought to buy Mama a birthday present (jewelry, per Dried Blood).
  • Killed by Basil’s nat-20 kick.

Rolando (also said “Ronaldo”). A Corgi emotional-support animal who heals with tail wags and panting and says “Le Woof.” He fled Befferfoot to sit by the Grandmaster and Doug with treats, then came down and chose Basil, who renamed him “Bethabitch.”

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Lost her crown. She takes it off to sleep: “I am the symbol of power and authority.”
  • Plans to make a crown from the loser’s bones.
  • Names the arena “my cave of wonders” (rename pending), and vows never to return to it.
  • Promised to show the winner what’s beyond the waterfall; this wasn’t shown.
  • Gave each champion a giant pet frog. Owns a frog hand puppet.

The Arbiter (Mudcat). He is still in chains and asks to have them removed (“good behavior all season… I can still do magic”); the Grandmaster ignores him. His white wings glow. He collapsed the cave into its deeper chamber with a nat-20 chaos event. Doug tied his roll.

Doug the pug. Sits beside the Grandmaster. Throws his own squeaky d20 and barks cheers.

Gerald (the Box of Chaos’s occupant). Shadowy fingers and two yellow eyes. He handed Basil a saw, gets queasy at blood, and got a faceful of it. He forged Dawnbringer into a leg.

Henry and Henrietta. Befferfoot’s two Boggart bees, a couple or siblings. Henrietta stung him and died.

The snake Boggart. Basil’s fear made real: a large green garden snake, chopped apart “like a party favor.”

The giant frog. Drawn by Basil’s tadpole connection, it swallowed him protectively and was killed by Befferfoot’s gig through the chin. Also Geronimo (Basil’s mount) and Befferfoot’s unnamed mount.

Thomas, Nathaniel. Named by the Grandmaster as people who might have seen her crown, alongside the goblins. No further detail.

The goblins of the Dread Fortress. Scurrying about and searching for the crown.

Places

  • The Dread Fortress halls and the Grandmaster’s bedchamber (pillows, bed).
  • The cave of wonders: high echoing walls, stalactites, ankle-to-knee-deep tadpole puddles, rock stands, and one stone archway exit behind a roaring waterfall. A stadium sits above it in place of a ceiling. Its deeper, unexplored chamber was opened by the collapse.
  • What lies beyond the waterfall is unknown.
  • Mama’s home: the address on the card, unnamed.

Items

  • The Grandmaster’s crown (missing).
  • Dawnbringer: a sun blade turned into Basil’s metal leg.
  • Gerald’s saw. Basil’s left leg, now in the box.
  • Befferfoot’s birthday card for Mama.
  • Drunken Master Weekly. The Grandmaster’s frog hand puppet. Doug’s squeaky d20.
  • The Acolytes’ vegan, free-range, artisan edible underwear; beer; pineapple pizza.

Lore statements

  • The Grandmaster doesn’t wear her crown at all times; she says she herself is the symbol of power.
  • The Arbiter remains chained this season, but says he can still do magic.
  • The Box of Chaos’s Gerald can reshape a gift around the sacrifice (a sword into a leg).
  • Eating chaos-thrown underwear made both champions grow a size.

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