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Two twins, one wizard and one barbarian, were pulled into The Void to settle a family argument that had already cost them a brother. Nonamatt and Decima fought in a glowing forest over the throne of the God of Fate. The night began with a taco feud in The Dread Fortress and ended in heartbreak that left the Grandmaster in tears. Along the way, Decima did something no champion had ever tried: they climbed into The Box of Chaos and consumed it.

The Story

Taco Tuesday (on a Sunday)

The Acolytes followed the Grandmaster down into the Dread Fortress. The halls usually smell stale, but that night they smelled of grilled meat and cheese. The Grandmaster sprinted down the hall and kicked open the door to The Shadow King’s throne room. “You ordered tacos without me?” He explained it was Taco Tuesday. When she pointed out it was Sunday, he shrugged that the last time he cared was “before the Gregorian calendar,” snapped his fingers, and filled the room with thousands of tacos.

The Grandmaster insisted the staff deserved tacos too. Tabitha, Sarah, Kennedy and the other goblins came sniffing through the doors, and she reminded him that all 328 employees had names. He had numbered them instead. A timid goblin with a pink ponytail and mittens (it is freezing in the dungeon) introduced herself as Kesa. The Shadow King promised her a taco, then summoned a spectral hand that shoved a fistful into her face and knocked her across the room. “Hand delivered.”

The talk then turned to filling every hole the champions had with tacos. “I haven’t met a hole that couldn’t be filled with this many tacos,” the Shadow King said. “I don’t want to know how many holes you’ve…” the Grandmaster replied. She clasped her amulet. It cut her hand once again as it opened the portal for the champions, a quiet reminder that in this era she ruled in name only.

The Twins Arrive

Nonamatt stepped through first, nervous and swimming in a robe of blues, reds and golds. They gripped a golden staff with a horned head tightly to stop their hands shaking. Decima followed, a tall minotaur with a septum piercing and a filigreed greataxe that mirrored their twin’s staff. “Are you ready to die?” The two looked nearly identical: same horns, same bull ears, with Nonamatt a little darker-skinned and more gaunt.

Decima urged their twin to leave. Nonamatt refused: “this is a battle of ideals, and while I might not be physically strong, I think my ideals are. I’ll stand until I fall.”

The tacos interrupted. The Shadow King mocked the vegan option, so the Grandmaster threw one at him. He caught it in a portal, and it came out and smacked her in the back of her own head. Then both twins politely asked for vegan tacos, because beef was not their thing. The Grandmaster went bright red and hurled every beef taco out the window. The Shadow King wondered aloud whether the meat was “Derek.” It was. “That’s why he’s so gamey.” Nonamatt lost their appetite.

Decima squashed two tacos together, declared them delicious, and shoved a whole tray into the crowd. The Acolytes roared “Decima for president!” and blessed them for it. Nonamatt quietly took a five-pound silver platter for themself. “It’s a family heirloom,” said the Grandmaster, “please destroy it.” When Decima asked whether she disliked her family, she pointed at the Shadow King: “Have you met them?” He protested that he hadn’t even killed her when he came back. She noted that her necklace was “really just for looks and it’s not a shackle.” On the walk to the arena, Decima leaned over to their twin: “I thought we had family drama.”

The Glowing Forest

The arena was a forest of fluffy lavender, purple and teal trees. Their trunks, roots and branches glowed, and purple “dandruff” drifted through the air. There was no sky, only the Acolytes above. “Show them what sibling rivalry really looks like,” the Grandmaster said, and flew to her throne.

Decima laid out the stakes. Nonamatt meant to kill the God of Fate, Fil, and Decima needed to become the God of Fate themself. Nonamatt believed the position was “just built for corruption.” Decima was done talking: “I was done talking when Morta died.”

Then Decima summoned an echo. It was not of themself but of their late older brother, Morta. The echo reached out as if to hold Nonamatt’s hand, and Nonamatt took it. For a second they felt warmth. Then Decima’s necrotic magic flowed through Morta’s fingers, and weakness crept up Nonamatt’s arm. A pulse of telekinetic force burst from Nonamatt and dissolved the apparition. They refused to call it their brother: “My brother would never, never hurt me.”

Nonamatt scattered a bag of ball bearings into the grass, made three of them glow gold, and backed away. They admitted, “I’m not much of a fighter, but I think I’m an okay tactician.” The Grandmaster, a ranger herself, cheered the retreat as excellent positioning. The Shadow King called it cowardice.

The Box Arrives

The two hosts bickered over who was summoning the Box. He claimed he was “a man of the people.” She replied that the people didn’t even know who he was. The Box landed in the middle of the bearings, empty. The Shadow King reached a shadowy hand into the crowd, picked up an Acolyte named Lady Magdala by the head, swung her around until her neck broke, and tossed her in. The Box erupted in yellow and pink fire, with shadowy hands and yellow eyes poking out. Any sacrifice would earn a random gift, and it even took cryptocurrency. Decima declined that on environmental grounds.

Decima charged, slipped on the bearings, and landed right beside the Box, prying its lid wider with their axe. Shadowy fingers crept over the edge: “Is that for me?” Decima had something better in mind. They wanted to shove Nonamatt in. Nonamatt, apologizing the whole time, brought ten bearings to life. The bearings pummeled Decima from every direction while their twin murmured “sorry, sorry, Decima.” “Personally, I’ve never been hit by so many balls before,” the Grandmaster remarked, which earned a crack that it sounded like a Friday night.

The Grandmaster handed Nonamatt a present in sapphire paper. They unwrapped it carefully to save the paper, which she called psychopathic. Inside was a cursed hot potato that would explode in two rounds.

Morta With an Axe

Every “sorry” was another pinprick to Decima. Morta’s echo returned holding a ghostly copy of Decima’s greataxe, a weapon he could never have wielded in life. His blank eyes hesitated. Two swings went wide, but the third swept Nonamatt off their feet. Nonamatt destroyed the echo again and apologized to it. Then their nerves died away, and they glared at Decima for desecrating the dead.

Nonamatt fed one bearing to the Box and received a translucent violet breastplate that melted into their robe. The Grandmaster wondered if the bearings had a band name (“Nonamatt and the Minimats”). Then she pulled out a magnet and confiscated the remaining nine balls. The Shadow King was outraged: “No more balls.” “Listen, balls are just half the show,” she told him. “Enough with the balls,” he shot back. “Hit it with the shaft. Staff.” Nonamatt switched tactics, drew a black tendril out of their own forehead, and lashed Decima with a whip made from their own mind.

After a short break, Nonamatt spotted an Acolyte three quarters of the way through Derek. The Grandmaster sighed, “We’re such a toxic family.” Decima threw a taco at the Shadow King. It was going low, so Nonamatt rewound time and let them try again. Decima took a bite and threw higher, and the taco slid greasily down his muscles. His eyes flashed yellow. He answered with a “food fight,” hurling hard-shell tacos into the stands, and Acolytes fell from the grandstands impaled.

Decima Eats the Box

The bearings hadn’t hurt Decima. The mind whip had, because it carried the memory of Morta as he truly was. For a moment Decima almost wavered. “Enough of this. I am going to fix the mistake. Morta wasn’t supposed to die.”

They leapt into the Box of Chaos and pulled the lid shut. Instead of being consumed, Decima consumed the Box. Inside, a legion of yellow-eyed souls asked what they wanted. “I am your god now. Fight for me. Kill my twin in my name.” The souls swirled into a yellow tornado and poured into Decima’s mouth and eyes. Decima emerged healed and wrapped in shadows, with Lady Magdala’s soul circling their head like a circlet. The Box lay dormant.

Nonamatt answered with the Acolytes’ favor. They reached into another timeline and pulled out the version of themself who had taken the Box’s power instead: shadow-wrapped and yellow-eyed. The Grandmaster called it greatness: “This truly becoming a 2v2 fight.” Then Nonamatt brought the silver tray and the empty Box to life and sent them after Decima. Somebody at the table compared it to the furniture fight at the end of Beauty and the Beast.

Decima’s shadows spun into threads, “like the threads of fate itself,” and they raged: “This is for Morta.” The echoes of devoured Acolytes swarmed Nonamatt. Decima’s axe sliced through the other Nonamatt’s wrists, and because the echo was bound to them through time, the wound appeared on the real Nonamatt’s hand and instantly healed into an old scar. From that scarred hand Nonamatt conjured a huge spectral fist. It copied them so faithfully that it clenched nervously and dripped spectral sweat. Then the potato exploded. Nonamatt smothered it in glowing hands like a grenade, which infuriated the Grandmaster. She pelted them with potatoes.

”I Decide Your Fate Now”

Decima hooked their axe around the echo’s horns and flung it at Nonamatt’s feet. Then they ran up the giant hand and leapt at their twin. On a natural 20, the hand closed around Decima mid-air. Nonamatt whipped them again, this time with every good memory: Morta smiling, Morta scolding them that siblings should have each other’s backs. With each lash, shadows slid off Decima and fell to the grass. Decima broke free, panicking like a cornered animal, and rammed into their twin.

Then Decima stopped. They asked whether Nonamatt wasn’t deciding someone’s fate too. “I’m sacrificing the fate of one to save the fates of many,” Nonamatt replied. Decima threw the axe at their twin’s feet. “Then kill me. Prove to me that you want this, that you’re right… Be brave for once.” Nonamatt admitted they were terrified, standing before cheering crowds and what might be gods or demons, and still hadn’t run. Decima told them this was their final test: “Act on it.”

Morta’s echo formed behind Nonamatt and laid a warm hand on their shoulder, tightening in warning not to run. Nonamatt placed their own hand over his. “I’m sorry, Decima.” They spoke their twin’s name as a psychic lance. Decima did not resist. The giant hand wrapped gently around them, then struck.

Decima: “Don’t be sorry. Morta would be proud.”

Decima fell to their knees with a genuine smile, and the shadows fell away. Nonamatt cradled their twin’s head and rocked, singing the song Morta used to sing to them as children.

The Grandmaster’s Stand

The Shadow King consoled Nonamatt in his way: “Family is difficult for everyone.” Then he offered to “make you a taco.” A giant tortilla wrapped around the grieving twin, and a giant named Kyle parted the treetops, ready for Taco Tuesday.

The Grandmaster, wiping away tears, dropped from her throne without opening her wings, shattered the fog on landing, and put her spear to the Shadow King’s throat. “You will not take his life today.” She declared it the fight they had always been waiting for, the moment a deathmatch asks champions to bare their souls. “I beg of you,” she said. “I have let you taken so many lives. Well, I’ve had to stand and watch, but give me just this one.” He couldn’t say no: she was “like a daughter” to him, and none of the lives meant anything to him anyway. The tortilla vanished. She opened the smallest of portals, and Nonamatt lifted Decima’s body with the spectral hand and carried them through. “Even if this will cost me,” the Grandmaster told him, “I will pay that.”

Dried Blood

Nonamatt carried Decima home for a proper burial and left the Acolytes a plea: “tell the people you love that you love them because you don’t know when you won’t have the chance to do that ever again.” Decima’s last word on the matter was simpler: “No half-assing your beliefs or your values.” Meanwhile, as one parting joke pointed out, everyone was crying, but Kyle was still hungry.

Notable Moments

  • The beef tacos turned out to be made from Derek, and an Acolyte was later caught finishing him off.
  • Decima became the first champion ever to consume the Box of Chaos rather than feed it.
  • Nonamatt summoned their own other-timeline self as an ally and shared that echo’s wounds through time.
  • The Grandmaster confiscated the rest of Nonamatt’s balls with a magnet, to the Shadow King’s fury.
  • Decima threw down their axe and let their twin kill them, dying with a smile.
  • The Grandmaster held a spear to the Shadow King’s throat and begged him to spare the victor from Kyle.

Memorable Quotes

  • The Shadow King: “The last time I cared was before the Gregorian calendar. So it could be Tuesday if I wanted to be Tuesday.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “And this necklace is really just for looks and it’s not a shackle.”
  • Decima: “I’m done talking. I was done talking when Morta died.”
  • Nonamatt: “I’m not much of a fighter, but I think I’m an okay tactician.”
  • Decima: “I am your god now. Fight for me. Kill my twin in my name.”
  • Nonamatt: “Decima, you know me. I’m scared out of my mind. But it does not mean I will run.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “That is what a deathmatch does. It asks us to bare our souls, to be willing to sacrifice ourselves or those we love for what we hold true.”
  • The Shadow King: “Besides, if we don’t have family, what do we have?”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Nonamatt (Drakoniques).

  • Look: a horned, bull-eared twin of Decima; lanky, gaunt, slightly darker skin, eyes shifting blue and green. Wears a noble-looking robe of blues, reds and golds and carries a golden staff with a horned head.
  • Nature: a wizard, “not much of a fighter… an okay tactician.” Nervous, apologizes constantly, idealistic. Believes no one should hold the God of Fate’s power.
  • Origins: has never seen the Void’s realm before (“a realm I’ve never seen before”).
  • Powers shown:
    • Gem-dragon telekinetic pulse.
    • Ball bearings and Magic Stone; Animate Objects (the “Minimats,” the silver tray, the Box).
    • Chronal Shift (rewinds time). His hero point brought in an echo of himself from a timeline where he took the Box’s power, linked to him through time.
    • Mind whip drawn from his forehead through the staff; Arcane Hand; Silvery Barbs; Absorb Elements; Psychic Lance.
  • Scars: a wrist and hand wound that appeared already healed into an old scar; the arcane hand carries the same scar.
  • Gains this episode: the translucent leather breastplate from the Box, merged into his robe; the sapphire paper and lavender ribbon.
  • Outcome: killed his twin. Spared by the Shadow King at the Grandmaster’s plea, he left through a portal with Decima’s body for burial at home.

Decima (hshahid_). Nonamatt’s twin; a tall minotaur with a humanoid face, bull horns, bull ears, a septum piercing and mossy green hair.

  • Weapon and powers: a filigreed greataxe; Echo Knight powers (manifests an echo of Morta instead of themself); rage; Mobile feat; Inflict Wounds.
  • Aims: wanted to stop Nonamatt from killing the God of Fate and become the God of Fate themself to “fix the mistake” of Morta’s death.
  • Box of Chaos: threw the crowd tacos (earning a bless), then consumed the Box of Chaos, gaining a shadow shield of Acolyte souls with Lady Magdala as a circlet. Lost them under the memory whip.
  • Death: dropped their axe and let Nonamatt kill them. Dying words: “Don’t be sorry. Morta would be proud.”

Morta: the twins’ late older brother. He looked like them, with a slightly different build. He used to sing them a childhood song and scolded them for fighting. His death is the root of the conflict, and the twins blame the God of Fate (Dried Blood). He appeared only as Decima’s echo: warm to the touch, hesitant to strike, and last seen as a hand on Nonamatt’s shoulder warning him not to run.

The God of Fate: unnamed in this episode. Has a “throne”; Decima wants the role and Nonamatt wants to kill them.

The Shadow King (Mudcat).

  • Ordered thousands of tacos and numbers the goblins instead of naming them. Last cared about calendars “before the Gregorian calendar.”
  • Says he “didn’t even kill” the Grandmaster when he came back; calls her necklace “for your own good.”
  • Picks Box sacrifices from the crowd at random.
  • Hurt Kesa, started a piercing taco food fight, and tried to feed Nonamatt to Kyle.
  • Spared Nonamatt because the Grandmaster is “like a daughter to me.”

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Wears an amulet or necklace that cuts her hand each time she opens a portal. She calls it “not a shackle,” sarcastically.
  • Knows the goblins’ names and is called “a ranger herself.” (Her “their nieces and nephews” line at 1:34:24 is about other people’s families, not hers.)
  • Says the Shadow King runs the shows through her because the Acolytes don’t know him.
  • Uses chaos magic tricks: the gift, the magnet, a cursed hot potato.
  • Wept at the fight, held her spear to the Shadow King’s throat and begged for Nonamatt’s life, saying “even if this will cost me.”

Kesa: a goblin of the Dread Fortress staff with pink ponytail hair and mittens. Likes tacos. Knocked across the room by the Shadow King’s taco hand.

Tabitha, Sarah, Kennedy: named goblins among the 328 Dread Fortress employees.

Lady Magdala: an Acolyte the Shadow King killed and threw into the Box. Her soul was the largest of the shadows Decima absorbed.

Kyle: a giant who loves Taco Tuesday, summoned to eat the tortilla-wrapped Nonamatt. Denied his meal.

Places

  • The Dread Fortress: musty halls; the Shadow King’s throne room, with a window and several doors.
  • The glowing forest arena: lavender, purple and teal fluffy trees with glowing trunks, roots and branches; a central color-shifting tree; drifting purple dandruff and dandelions; fog; the crowd’s light in place of a sky.
  • The twins’ home (unnamed), where Decima is taken for burial.

Items

  • The Box of Chaos: now fed with Acolyte souls (“it all depends on the strength of the soul”); it accepts anything, including cryptocurrency. Consumed by Decima and left dormant, then animated by Nonamatt.
  • The family-heirloom silver taco tray (animated).
  • The translucent leather breastplate (+1 AC, advantage on Con saves), merged into Nonamatt’s robe.
  • The cursed hot potato in sapphire paper with a lavender ribbon.
  • The Grandmaster’s magnet: a small silvery disc.
  • The Grandmaster’s amulet/necklace and her spear.
  • The giant tortilla.

Lore statements

  • The Dread Fortress has 328 goblin employees.
  • The Box of Chaos is “a legion” of consumed souls that have “witnessed battle after battle.” It can be consumed rather than consuming.
  • The Shadow King and the Grandmaster call themselves family (“Have you met them?”, “We’re such a toxic family”, “You’re like a daughter to me”).
  • Hero points can create entirely new moves; the Grandmaster called this the best use of them ever seen.

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