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Season 4 opened on the worst birthday party in the history of The Void. With The Arbiter dead and the Grandmaster in chains, The Shadow King dug up the two heroes who once helped her defeat him: Atalantos, the spear of Cor’thun, and Kaja, the Grandmaster’s lost love. He raised them from the dead and set them against each other in his own former home. It was a brutal, elegant duel between old friends, punctuated by goblin tea service, a door that demanded to be knocked on, and a brand-new Box of Chaos built from a random audience member’s soul.

The Story

A Void in Turmoil

The Void looked different this time around. Storms raged across every land. Fire and hail poured from the sky, tornadoes tore through crops and homes, earthquakes rumbled, and lightning of every colour danced overhead. The volcanoes around The Dread Fortress erupted without pause. Nothing dared fly or walk those lands, and only magic could get anyone inside its walls.

Elusia clanked down a hallway with heavy weights on her ankles, wrists and neck. Her uncle had summoned her to a throne room he had redecorated in his own theme. Her crown was gone. “What is it that you want?” she demanded.

“Elusia. Happy birthday,” said the Shadow King. She held up the gold bracelets inscribed with magical runes that weighed her down, and he told her not to be sour: “You’re another year older. And maybe wiser. I’m not sure. We’ll find out.” She refused the party hat. When he offered “the continuation of your little Deathmatch,” she called the amulet he had given her cursed magic, threw it at his feet and spat. “No one’s that desperate, except for you.” He snapped his fingers, and the amulet was back around her neck.

Old Friends

The Shadow King had invited “some of your closest friends.” Two stone sarcophagi rose from the shadows at Elusia’s feet. Their lids flew off to reveal the skeletal remains of Atalantos and Kaja. He had been “filling myself in on the history of what became of everyone after our little spat years ago,” which was the defeat he suffered at the end of Skypiercer. When Elusia asked how he could do this, he answered, “It was easy. It was a little bit of cursed magic, as you like to say.” She lingered a moment longer over Kaja’s bones. Kaja had been her love in the years after Skypiercer, until she died a natural death.

He snapped again. The bones creaked, the flesh grew back, and both champions stood up wrapped in a shadowy, ethereal haze. Atalantos woke first: “You raise my bones. You give me life once more. But if more death must come, then I will surely bring it.” Elusia tried to explain, but her restraints tightened on her body and on what she was able to say. “It is the Shadow King’s will. And you must fight once again, dear friends.”

Neither champion flinched. “What say you, Kaja? Care to dance with death?” asked Atalantos. Kaja sighed that this was a headache she was used to: “I was having such a great time on the other side.” Elusia tried to step toward them and found her feet frozen in place. She reminded them that they had set the standard in the very first Deathmatch. Atalantos warned Kaja that she might have grown weaker: “Every scar is a lesson. And if we are to do battle, then I will teach you many.”

The Shadow King rose. Portals opened in every street, town and dwelling across the Void, and The Acolytes filed into the stands. “Elusia, lead them to my home.”

Into the Obelisk

“Very well. And may we make it to ruins.” Elusia pulled the champions through to The Shadow King’s old home, a tall obelisk in his old realm and kingdom. Red vines now covered it, crawling over the walls and floors. They looked dead, yet they poured out blood and drank it back “as if it’s the very breath it takes.” The entrance was locked by an eye that twitched and watched every move.

“My dear friends, my dear love, please fight well,” Elusia told them. Then, embarrassed to be seen in chains, she flew up to the Acolytes. She promised them the arena was a refuge from their wrecked lands: their blood would not be spilled, but the champions’ would be, “as a sacrifice and a hope of protection.” She presented the pair as more than champions: “These are the gods that laid the groundwork for all that you see today.” Then she sat beside a tiny throne, empty of its small pug.

The new host was less polished. “That certainly was dramatic. I don’t really know what to do here. This is my first time.” Elusia had to coach him on how to start a fight.

The Dance Begins

Atalantos looked over the blood-soaked field and called it a mockery, offering to make the fight “quick and easy and forgettable.” Kaja would not hear of it: “When have I ever done anything plainly and without elegance? Of course, let’s put on a dance.” He slammed his spear into the ground. Crackling crimson power ran over his arm, torso and helmet and then froze over into ice. Then he did something that was a first: he took a defensive stance and let her strike first.

Kaja circled him, trailing a hand along his arm. “They say that the more experienced dancer should lead.” Shadows writhed up her body into a dress, spectral hands formed pauldrons, a robe and a cloak, and her skin melted away into a visage of pure undeath. Atalantos pointed his spear and cursed her eyes, and all three of her eldritch bolts went wide.

Elusia clapped, and a small goblin hurried out with a tray of freshly brewed tea for Kaja. “They’re not to be hit. That’s Theodore, and he’s very nice.” When the Shadow King took over the pug’s usual job of rolling for the Acolytes’ chaos, he flubbed it completely. “You are a loser!” Elusia cried, falling out of her seat laughing. “Back in my day,” he grumbled, “people just murdered each other the old-fashioned way.”

The first chaos event came from the door. A voice rumbled from deep in the ground: “You didn’t knock. Everybody knocks.” The eye blazed purple and red and fired lasers. Atalantos deflected the beam off his shield without even looking, his eyes never leaving Kaja. The Shadow King was offended on the door’s behalf: “You know that door was imported from France, right?” The Grandmaster couldn’t manage the accent, so the door’s homeland drifted to Belgium and then Bangladesh. That briefly broke even Atalantos’s focus.

Two Lessons, Two Scars

Atalantos charged, banging his spear on his shield. His first jab took off one of Kaja’s ears, and his second cut her leg. Kaja answered with a sickening crack as bone wings burst from her spine, and she called on the lower planes to make her immune to fire and poison. As she rose, Atalantos grabbed her ankle with his shield arm and dragged her back down. “You are exactly where I wanted you,” she purred, touched his face, and drank the life “from your very lips.”

When the door bellowed for a knock a second time, Atalantos obliged by throwing Kaja at it. The laser couldn’t burn her anymore. The door, however, turned out to be a mimic. It sprouted giant teeth and chomped her, and it kept biting whoever stood closest for the rest of the night.

The New Box of Chaos

The Acolytes had earned a gift, and everyone looked up for the Box of Chaos. Nothing fell. Elusia turned on her uncle: “You were the box of chaos.” Unbothered, he plucked an Acolyte named Robert Hartley out of the stands. “Do me a favor and lend me your soul.” He ripped the soul out as a shadowy mass, shoved it into an empty box that slammed down from the sky, and pink and yellow flames shot upward. “The soul is weak. It could last only a match,” Elusia judged. “No one even knows that guy,” he agreed.

Atalantos encased Kaja in ice and seared the symbol of Cor’thun into her, filling her mind with the screams of its battlefield. “Look forward. Look at what I fight for. And now this will be the same thing you will die for.” He shattered the ice with his shield and sent her flying over the railing among the floating corpses. Then he kicked the box open. Rob crawled out: “Where am I? What the fuck is this?… I was sold in a box.” After a little haggling, during which Atalantos offered his dusty old first dagger, a dingy yellow tank top floated out. It was a robe of eyes that let its wearer see in the dark and spot the invisible. On Atalantos it became a crop top bearing the Death Club logo. “It does make my abs look bigger,” he admitted, “but that’s besides the point.”

Twice the Blood

The chaos piled up. From here on, every wound would cut twice as deep, and the pillars became lightning rods. When Kaja said the shock had really rattled her bones, Elusia replied, “I’d like to rattle your bones.” The one-eared Kaja asked her to speak up, Theodore leaned in to repeat it, and Atalantos found it “very, very graphic.” Atalantos rallied the crowd for Cor’thun, but his sweep at Kaja’s ankle went so wrong that she simply stepped over it and rested her foot on his spear. “Bold of you to assume that this is my only weapon,” he replied, and slammed his shield into her skull. She tumbled into a pool of thick, ankle-deep blood.

Kaja took to the air. “Dance for me, Atalantos.” Fuelled by Theodore’s tea (“I call upon the power of Earl!”), her bolts became skulls with gaping maws that smashed into him and shattered into black crystal. Dread filled him, but the chanting Acolytes reminded him of his soldiers. “You look very good in red,” Kaja told him. “And you look very good in dead,” he answered. When she flattered his eyes, he took off his battered helmet. One eye was divine gold, and the other writhed with shadow. “Get a good look at it, because this will be the last thing that you see.”

The Shadow King took notice. “You, warrior with the shadowy eye… One shadow being to another.” The blood rose and flooded the space, then crept into Atalantos’s mouth and shadow eye and healed his wounds.

The Fall of Atalantos

Atalantos asked the floating dead to lend him aid for the warrior’s death they never got. He drew a pulse of life from blood worms in the pool, though it only tickled the undead Kaja. “I am a man, simply put. A man with an unbroken will,” he told her, and asked for a glorious death. “If it’s by the blade you want to die, then consider your wish granted.” Threads of shadow fell from her fingertips, and the corpses rose as skeletons and swarmed him.

He holstered his spear and drew a massive greatsword. The spear of Cor’thun became the blade of Cor’thun. He killed the skeleton that had stabbed him and turned it against its mistress with his own blood. But his blinding strike missed, and the other skeletons cut him down. He looked up at “this almost flying angel of death.”

“Oh angel of death, what song will you sing us now?” asked Elusia. “I will sing the song of Atalantos. Once my friend, now a new plaything for my mistress.” He roared “I’m not dead yet. Again!” As the last blast came, a small smile crossed his face. He was not sad or angry. He was proud to see his friends once more. He looked to Elusia: “Finish this warrior. I know you can.” Atalantos fell.

One Last Gift

Kaja wasn’t done. She gathered the flames devouring Atalantos’s body like the threads of her dance and shaped them into the Sword of Cor’thun. Then she hurled it at the Shadow King. It pierced his chest. “Excellent showing,” he said, and stepped out from around the blade as though it were nothing. While Kaja kept his attention with her skeleton and blast after blast, Elusia crept up to take the sword. Without looking, he flung it into the crowd, where it stabbed an Acolyte named Prince Vegeta through the heart.

“I’m not giving up as long as you are here,” Elusia vowed, and punched him barehanded despite her shackles. Her fist sank into his incorporeal chest. “If we’ve had all of our fun for the day, I have one last gift to give you.” He vanished, appeared behind Kaja, and twisted her head off. Her body crumbled back into bones and splashed into the blood. He held the skull aloft. “Happy birthday!”

Dried Blood

Kaja was unrepentant: “Someone should kill him… I’ll do it again, and again, and again.” Atalantos concluded that the plan had been sound and only needed more hardware. Next time he would stab “with two spears rather than one.” The table quickly agreed that everyone should have more spears. Elusia suggested spears on the bottoms of feet and on arms, which was declared brilliant, and someone wondered why Cor’thun never thought of this earlier.

Notable Moments

  • The Shadow King “celebrated” Elusia’s birthday by raising her dead friends and her love to kill each other.
  • Atalantos opened the fight by letting Kaja hit him first, and took off one of her ears soon after.
  • He “knocked” on the mimic door by throwing Kaja at it.
  • The Shadow King built a new Box of Chaos out of an unknown Acolyte, Robert Hartley, who handed out a Death Club crop top.
  • Atalantos died smiling, finally getting the warrior’s death he wanted.
  • Kaja stabbed the Shadow King with a flaming Sword of Cor’thun. He tossed it into the crowd and then twisted her head off.

Memorable Quotes

Atalantos: “Every scar is a lesson. And if we are to do battle, then I will teach you many.”

The Shadow King: “Happy birthday!”

  • Kaja: “This is a type of headache that I’m quite used to. I was having such a great time on the other side.”
  • The Shadow King: “Back in my day, people just murdered each other the old-fashioned way.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “You were the box of chaos.”
  • Robert Hartley’s soul: “I was sold in a box.”
  • Atalantos: “And you look very good in dead.”
  • Kaja: “I will sing the song of Atalantos. Once my friend, now a new plaything for my mistress.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Atalantos (Sensei_Suplex). Raised from his sarcophagus by the Shadow King’s cursed magic, his body covered in shadowy etherealness.

  • A human Blood Hunter who calls himself “the spear of Cor’thun” and fights “for Cor’thun.” He carries a spear and shield, plus a greatsword on his back: the spear of Cor’thun becomes “the blade of Cor’thun.”
  • One divine golden eye and one shadow-infested eye, which the Shadow King calls a kinship (“one shadow being to another”).
  • Has a “dusty old” first dagger from his uncle, which he gave to Robert Hartley’s soul. Wins the Death Club robe-of-eyes crop top.
  • Calls himself “an old man.” Creed: “every scar is a lesson.” He longs for a glorious warrior’s death and dies happy and proud.
  • In this episode: Rite of the Frozen, Blood Curses of the Eyeless and the Fallen Puppet, the Brand of Castigation (the symbol of Cor’thun), Shield Master shoves, Tides of Vitality. Healed by the Shadow King’s blood. Killed by Kaja.

Kaja (stellalunaTV). Raised alongside Atalantos. She says she was “having such a great time on the other side.”

  • Warlock: Form of Dread (a dress of shadows, ghostly hands, an undead face) and an otherworldly guise (bone wings; immune to fire and poison, and to necrotic during the fight).
  • Spells: Eldritch Blast, Vampiric Touch, Danse Macabre (skeletons).
  • A ballroom dancer (“the more experienced dancer should lead”). Atalantos calls her “a general.”
  • Speaks of “my mistress” (who is not said). Lost an ear to Atalantos. Branded with the symbol of Cor’thun.
  • Killed Atalantos. Pierced the Shadow King with a flame Sword of Cor’thun. Her head was twisted off by the Shadow King.

The Shadow King (Mudcat). Elusia’s uncle, back in power over the Dread Fortress; this is his “first time” hosting a Deathmatch.

  • Raised Atalantos and Kaja with cursed magic and studied “what became of everyone after our little spat years ago.”
  • Gave Elusia the cursed plane-opening amulet. Calls the obelisk arena “my home.” Imported its door “from France… an age ago.”
  • Rebuilt the Box of Chaos by putting Robert Hartley’s soul in an empty box.
  • Can turn incorporeal and teleport through shadow, and controls the blood.
  • Rolled a nat 1 on his first chaos roll. Killed Kaja as Elusia’s “birthday gift.”

Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix). A captive: weights on her ankles, wrists and neck, gold rune bracelets, no crown.

  • Her restraints also limit what she can say. Her feet froze when she tried to approach her friends.
  • Today is her birthday. Something bloody happened on her 13th.
  • Calls the Box of Chaos the Shadow King’s former job (“You were the box of chaos”).
  • Tried and failed to steal the sword, then punched the Shadow King through his incorporeal chest.

Theodore — the goblin servant who serves Kaja tea (Earl Grey) and gives d4 inspiration. “Very nice.” Not to be hit.

Robert Hartley (“Rob”) — an Acolyte whose soul the Shadow King ripped out to power the new Box of Chaos. “I was sold in a box.” His soul is weak and may last only one match. Gave out the robe of eyes.

Prince Vegeta — an Acolyte stabbed in the heart by the thrown Sword of Cor’thun. Possibly alive (Caustic Phoenix, Dried Blood). Pronouns are unclear: Caustic Phoenix says “she.”

Earl — of the Caffeine Clan, Kaja’s tea-joke “warrior.” Atalantos wants to fight him.

The pug — the usual roller, absent; its tiny throne sits empty.

The door mimic — the eye-locked door of the obelisk. It demands a knock, fires lasers, and bites.

Places

  • The Void in turmoil: storms, fire and hail, tornadoes, earthquakes, multicoloured lightning.
  • The Dread Fortress amid constant volcanic eruptions. Reachable only by magic. The Shadow King’s throne room is redecorated in his theme.
  • The Shadow King’s old home: an obelisk covered in blood-drinking red vines, with a pool of blood, floating corpses, blood worms, pillars (lightning rods for the night) and a railing.
  • Cor’thun: its battlefield screams, its symbol, and its spear, blade and sword.

Items

  • The cursed plane-opening amulet. The gold rune bracelets and weights.
  • The new Box of Chaos (Robert Hartley’s soul).
  • The robe of eyes as a dingy yellow Death Club crop top.
  • Atalantos’s first dagger.
  • The Sword of Cor’thun, now in the Void and lodged in an Acolyte.
  • Theodore’s tea.

Lore statements

  • The Shadow King was the Box of Chaos (Elusia, 0:47:46). He can make a new one from an Acolyte’s soul.
  • Atalantos and Kaja fought in “the very first” Deathmatch and are worshipped by the Acolytes as gods and deities.
  • The Arbiter is dead and the Grandmaster is captured (YouTube blurb).
  • The arena is offered as the Acolytes’ refuge from the storms, with the champions’ blood “a sacrifice and a hope of protection.”

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