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Blood Rain pitted Fatale, a terse rogue who rides in on a wind of black rose petals, against Claudia, a university professor of plants who fights with gardening shovels. The fight started on a wooden ship sailing through the clouds and ended on a mountaintop after The Shadow King grew bored and slammed the ship into the ground. Both champions turned out to be there for secret reasons of their own. One wanted information on the hosts, the other wanted a soup recipe, and the recipe had a twist at the bottom.

The Story

A Map of the Void

The evening began with lava spewing from the volcanoes around The Dread Fortress. The Grandmaster stomped down its old stone hallways and slammed the throne-room door open, or tried to. It only opened partway, and she had to slide through sideways. The Shadow King had filled the dim throne room with a gigantic table holding a map of The Void. The goblins Harry, Henrietta and Louise were busy placing tiny trees and rivers on it. She asked whether he had picked up a hobby: “Are you into train sets?”

He was, he explained, planning the expansion of the Dread Fortress. The Grandmaster pointed out that only the two of them and the goblins lived there, with at least 200 empty rooms upstairs. Undeterred, he pointed to a spot on the map where he wanted to put a pool, right where a school stood. She accused him of watching Emperor’s New Groove again and reminded him that people lived there.

The Shadow King: “We will kill them. And then they won’t live there anymore and it won’t be a problem.”

The Grandmaster flipped one of the map tables and offered a Deathmatch as a distraction “instead of destroying parts of the void.” She recruited goblins to help. They carried in his throne, slipped a pair of bunny slippers onto his feet and pushed him back to lounge. Then she clenched the amulet at her neck until blood dripped down her arm, and a portal opened.

Petals and Pigtails

Black rose petals swept in on a wind from nowhere, and Fatale stepped out of it. She had long black hair, a one-handed crossbow held like a pistol and a whip in her other hand. Asked to say a little about herself, she simply looked at her crossbow: “Is there anything else you need to know? Really?”

Claudia was a different sort of champion. She had blonde pigtails with flowers pressed into them and a poofy, rose-embroidered dress “reminiscent of Miss Frizzle.” Her gardening boots tracked dirt everywhere she went. Her weapons were a gardening shovel and a littler gardening shovel, and she announced, “I am ready to do the kicking of the ass.”

The Shadow King was appalled: “You brought a nerd into the arena? A nerd?” The Grandmaster insisted that every nerd who had ever come through could throw a book or two. When he demanded she name five, Fatale cut in to say she read “only to kill somebody.” Her petals swirled again, and the Shadow King decided she was cool. He said he was only there to watch people die, and the Grandmaster muttered that this was “why I should have been the one in charge.” When he asked “Sorry, what?” she answered “Nothing!” Then she bled from her other arm to open the glowing blue portal to the arena.

Eighty Feet Up

The champions stepped onto a magnificent wooden ship eighty feet up in the sky. Mist ran through their fingers and birds flew at eye level. The ship had working cannons, barrels of mysterious contents, raised decks fore and aft, and a crow’s nest high above.

The Grandmaster: “It’s peaceful. It’s gorgeous. And I want you to destroy it!… I want the goblins afterwards to not even know where the poop deck is.”

Above the ship hung the ghostly image of a coliseum, every seat full. There were sticky-faced children with cotton candy, yelling parents, and teenagers “probably skipping school, but it’s fine because apparently the Shadow King’s just gonna destroy the school.”

Fatale moved first. She flattened herself against the crow’s-nest pole, vanished in a puff of petal-smoke, and threw a dagger as a “warning shot” to find her range. It hit Claudia in the shoulder. She held back from a killing strike: “I don’t want to kill you just yet… we work well together.” The Acolytes went wild at first blood in the opening round, which is a rare treat. Claudia yanked the dagger out in a panic, wrapped herself in protective magic and her bladesinger’s grace, and tiptoed around the pole calling “Marco?” Fatale did not answer “Polo.” She was waiting for the right moment.

A Dog, a Deal and a Bag of Cats

The crowd chanted for chaos. In answer, a giant sky puppy floated down. It was “very much like Appa, but slightly older,” fluffy and plainly exhausted. It landed mid-deck, shoved the champions to opposite sides, curled up and fell asleep. Fatale climbed onto it from the back end and scratched an itchy spot on its butt, which “loosened some things.” The sleeping dog farted on her. She climbed on to its head anyway and cracked her whip at Claudia. She was careful to explain that it was only a prop for intimidation. Claudia, rattled, could only shout, “What the fuck is that smell?”

Frightened enough, Claudia changed. A lab accident during her research had left her able to shift into a form like a weeping willow with strong bark. She then froze Fatale in place with a spell: “You just stay right there, okay?” At the end of the round, a gigantic treasure chest fell from the sky like a comet, trailing yellow and pink flames. It was The Box of Chaos.

The box needed a soul. “Hmm, who would it be tonight?” the Shadow King mused. He sent a giant shadowy hand into the stands and seized an Acolyte named Lubofan. He tore off her head with the spine still attached, pulled a black soul out through the neck and slammed it into the box. A shadowy creature with yellow eyes crawled out of the lid. Then he told a goblin to turn Lubofan’s bones into a new set of dice.

The Grandmaster added her own gift: a shoe box for each champion. Fatale, frozen, couldn’t open hers. Claudia was “a curious kid” and opened hers at once. The shoes appeared laced tight on her feet, and they were squeaky shoes.

Held in place, Fatale talked instead. She asked why Claudia even wanted to die. Claudia said she didn’t, which was why she had frozen her, and when Fatale reminded her this was a deathmatch, she admitted she might have missed that part of the memo. Then Fatale whispered a plan, so quietly that neither host heard it. She would fake throwing Claudia overboard, or wake the puppy and let it fly Claudia away. Between themselves they revealed their missions. Fatale was infiltrating the Deathmatch for information on the Shadow King and the Grandmaster. Claudia had come for the Shadow King’s grandmother’s secret soup recipe, the one with the cilantro. Fatale promised to bring her the recipe if she lived: “Cuz if I kill you, then you’ll never get the soup recipe.” Claudia said she would think about it, but Fatale had to stay over there, because she had stabbed her in the shoulder.

The Acolytes could hear none of this and saw no action, so they started throwing things. They threw cotton candy, keys, fish, hot dogs, “cans of shut the fuck up”, an Ikea piano complete with Allen key, potatoes, an angry toy robot and a bag of cats. A cat landed on Claudia and nicked her. The Acolytes Garamond and Gator had thrown dog toys and hot dogs, and the puppy woke up. It tipped Fatale off its head and bounded into the stands to tackle them with kisses and eat the food.

Still frozen and falling over stiff as a Barbie, Fatale sent her petals into the box as an offering. Out came a real, finely enchanted whip. “A functional whip!” Claudia marvelled. Jealous, she threw her little trowel at the box. The creature clawed out to complain, “Why are you throwing shit at me?”, and then handed back a potion of invisibility with pointed politeness: “See, this is how you hand something to someone.”

Squeak, Squeak

Claudia went invisible, but her shoes kept squeaking. The Grandmaster then decided that “Claudia’s a ventriloquist, everyone,” so her squeaks and grumbling bounced all over the deck. Claudia said it was her side hobby. With a snap of her fingers, the Grandmaster freed Fatale.

After a break for blue raspberry slushies, Tim’s peanuts and Kevin’s deep-fried butterfly wings, the hosts bickered. The Shadow King asked whether Vythorn had been in charge of the talking, “because it seems like that is not your strong suit.” A goblin first-aid crew parachuted onto the deck. Fatale had no visible wounds, but they wrapped gauze round her forehead and stuck My Little Pony band-aids on her anyway. She felt they went well with her cut-out latex bra and underwear suit.

Claudia couldn’t untie the magic shoes, so she stabbed each squeaker with her little shovel. (“This is not Saw.”) Then she flailed blindly around the deck hunting for Fatale. Her invisibility gave out mid-flail. “Oh shit,” she said, looking at her own arm.

Down to the Mountain

The Shadow King had seen enough: “This is boring. Let me change things.” He reached out as if to grab the ship. It tipped nose-down and plummeted, with barrels rolling past and sacks of grain floating in the air. The first drop did too little damage, and someone reminded him that he was the Shadow King. “You know what? I like the sound of that. Let’s do it again.” He slammed the ship into a mountaintop, where it broke apart and threw both champions out. A tiny squirrel with binoculars and a bag of peanuts watched from a rock.

Fatale’s shoe box had followed her, so she opened it. Her squeaks came out as a sharp, deliberate click “like razor sharp Louboutins,” which the Grandmaster called “like a knife on glass.” Claudia tracked her by her crossbow shot and found her nerve: “I am not going to be scared of you anymore. But you have to stay right there.” She tried to freeze Fatale again, and this time Fatale rolled a natural 20 and shook it off. Claudia dove into the bushes.

The squirrel bravely brought Fatale “a peanut of encouragement.” She speared it on her shoe heel. Claudia cast a spell to slip past her and swung a booming blow with her shovel, but missed. The two rogues kept hiding from each other, and the Grandmaster lost patience. She told them to face each other and threw down her spear, flattening the middle of the mountaintop “flat as a pancake.” Fatale’s rapier and crossbow bolts still found nothing but Claudia’s magical defenses and shield. The squirrel, now firmly on Fatale’s side, ran up and kicked Claudia in the heel.

Blood Is Given

“This is all bullshit. They’re not doing anything,” the Shadow King declared. He snapped his fingers, and both champions’ armor, magic included, turned brittle and dissolved. Every blade grew sharper and every spell more potent. From then on, every wound would cut twice as deep.

The Grandmaster: “We beg for blood and so it shall be given. The sacrifices you make today will be witnessed by our acolytes, told in song in the taverns every evening.”

Claudia screamed at the top of her lungs and brought the big shovel down on Fatale, then the little one. With the doubled damage, the blows were devastating. She called on the plants, “Protect me, I’m so good to you,” and vines and roots seized Fatale’s ankles. Fatale protested that changing the rules on someone else’s turn was “a little rigged.” The Grandmaster let her act before the blow landed. Fatale didn’t try to cheat death. She lashed her whip round Claudia’s leg and dragged her into the vines, binding the two of them face to face. “I want you stuck with me as I die.” Claudia slapped her, trying to wake her up.

Fatale died furious (“This whole thing is rigged!”), and the Grandmaster honoured the fire in that anger as “a passion to live that is worth respecting.” Her body dissolved into luminous black petals. “As you came in with beauty, so you leave us just the same.” The breeze carried the petals into the stands. A cloaked figure with dark eyes and black lips caught them and whispered, “We will fulfill your mission, sister,” before slipping out of the back of the arena.

The Secret Ingredient

As Claudia sat in the vines among the petals, a soft, well-worn piece of paper floated into her lap. It was the soup recipe. The Shadow King faded out of the shadows of his throne to congratulate her. “I won? Is she dead?” she asked. He hoped she would enjoy his grandmother’s recipe and told her to read closely for the secret ingredient. At the bottom was one word: Incinerate. He snapped his fingers, and the vines around her burst into flame, incinerating her body. Under the Shadow King’s rule, the winner got no victory lap and no promise of a locker room.

Notable Moments

  • The Shadow King planned to pave over a school for a pool, in bunny slippers.
  • A sleeping sky puppy farted on Fatale, then left mid-match to tackle two hot-dog-throwing Acolytes.
  • The Acolytes, bored by whispering, pelted the ship with an Ikea piano and a bag of cats.
  • Claudia, invisible and ventriloquist, still couldn’t stop her shoes squeaking until she stabbed them.
  • A peanut-eating squirrel took Fatale’s side and kicked Claudia in the heel.
  • The winner’s prize recipe ended with the instruction “Incinerate,” and the Shadow King followed it.

Memorable Quotes

  • The Grandmaster: “Are you into train sets?”
  • The Shadow King: “You brought a nerd into the arena? A nerd?”
  • Fatale: “Cuz if I kill you, then you’ll never get the soup recipe.”
  • Claudia: “I brought it with in case of emergency gardening… you all must be prepared.”
  • The Grandmaster: “I’m the Grandmaster. I don’t need to follow regulations. I am the regulations.”
  • Box of Chaos creature: “See, this is how you hand something to someone.”
  • Fatale: “I want you stuck with me as I die.”
  • The Shadow King: “I hope you enjoy my grandmother’s recipe. If you read closely, you’ll see the secret ingredient.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Fatale (harlikane). She arrives and leaves on black rose petals carried by a wind she summons at will.

  • Look: long black hair; a scantily clad latex outfit (a “cut-out latex bra and underwear suit”).
  • Gear: a one-handed crossbow held like a pistol (Crossbow Expert), a rapier, daggers, and a prop whip used only for intimidation. The Box of Chaos replaced the prop with a +3 whip.
  • Style: a rogue who hides, uses cunning action and has Lucky. Terse; “let the weapons do the talking.”
  • Mission (said in a whisper, unheard by the hosts): infiltrating the D20 Deathmatch for information on the Shadow King and the Grandmaster.
  • In this episode: she declined to kill Claudia early and offered to fake her death and fetch her the recipe. Patched up with My Little Pony band-aids. Wore Louboutin-like “knife on glass” squeaky shoes. She died angry and called the match rigged, dragging Claudia into the vines with her.
  • After death: a cloaked “sister” took her petals and vowed to finish the mission.

Claudia (ItsBethTheBard). A university professor who studies plants.

  • Look: blonde pigtails with pressed flowers; a poofy rose-embroidered dress; dirty gardening boots.
  • Gear and powers: a gardening shovel (rapier) and a little shovel (short sword). Bladesong, Mage Armor, Shield, Hold Person, Kinetic Jaunt and Booming Blade. She can call plants to grapple.
  • The tree shift: a lab accident during research lets her shift into a weeping-willow-like, bark-skinned form when frightened.
  • Ventriloquist (granted by the Grandmaster as “her side hobby”).
  • Mission: came for the Shadow King’s grandmother’s secret soup recipe (with cilantro).
  • In this episode: panicky and apologetic. She declared she was no longer scared of Fatale, won the match, received the recipe, and was incinerated by the Shadow King through it.

The Shadow King (Mudcat). In power at the Dread Fortress.

  • Plans: expanding the Dread Fortress across the Void (a pool where a school is), killing the people who live there.
  • In this episode:
    • Wore bunny slippers.
    • Ripped out Lubofan’s head and spine for her soul and wants dice made from her bones.
    • Crashed the ship and doubled all damage while cutting AC.
    • Incinerated the winner with “my grandmother’s recipe.”
  • He mocks the Grandmaster’s talking compared with Vythorn’s.

The Grandmaster (Caustic Phoenix). Opens portals by clenching the amulet at her neck until she bleeds.

  • In this episode:
    • Opposes the expansion.
    • Mutters that she “should have been the one in charge.”
    • Gives the squeaky shoes and freed Fatale from Hold Person.
    • Grants advantage and the ventriloquist skill.
    • Threw her spear to flatten the arena.
  • Says “I am the regulations”; morning affirmations.

Lubofan: an Acolyte killed by the Shadow King to fuel the Box of Chaos. Spelled “Lobofin” at 0:34:03.

The Box of Chaos creature: a shadowy creature with yellow eyes in the box. It resents having things thrown at it.

Harry, Henrietta, Louise: goblins building the Void map.

Goblin first-aid crew: parachuting medics with My Little Pony band-aids.

The sky puppy: a giant, old, Appa-like fluffy dog. It farts, and it ran off into the stands.

Garamond and Gator: Acolytes (chat) who threw dog toys and hot dogs and got tackled by the puppy.

The squirrel: binoculars, a bag of peanuts. Gave Fatale a peanut and kicked Claudia’s heel.

Tim (peanut store) and Kevin (deep-fried butterfly wings stall): arena vendors.

The cloaked sister: dark eyes, black lips. She caught Fatale’s petals: “We will fulfill your mission, sister.”

Vythorn: mentioned as having once done “the talking” at the Deathmatch.

Places

  • Throne room (Dread Fortress), dimly lit, with the giant Void map table. The Dread Fortress has at least 200 empty rooms “up above”.
  • The sky-ship arena: cannons, barrels, crow’s nest, helm.
  • The ghostly coliseum hovering above the arena.
  • The mountaintop where the ship crashed.
  • A school somewhere in the Void, slated for the Shadow King’s pool.

Items

  • The Grandmaster’s amulet (a blood portal key).
  • The Void map table.
  • Bunny slippers.
  • The Box of Chaos.
  • Fatale’s +3 whip.
  • The potion of invisibility.
  • Squeaky shoes (magical; can’t be untied off, the box follows its owner).
  • The Grandmaster’s non-regulation d20 and spear.
  • Planned dice from Lubofan’s bones.
  • The Shadow King’s grandmother’s soup recipe, with cilantro and the secret ingredient “Incinerate.”

Lore statements

  • The Shadow King plans to expand the Dread Fortress across the Void and kill the residents in the way.
  • The Box of Chaos is fed an Acolyte’s soul ripped out by the Shadow King. It grants items for sacrifices of anything of value.
  • The Shadow King can tilt and crash the arena, strip armor and double damage at will.
  • Deathmatch sacrifices are “told in song in the taverns every evening.”
  • Fatale belongs to a group (a “sister”) seeking information on the Shadow King and Grandmaster. Inferred from 0:39:16 and 1:31:23.

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