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A snow leopard monk with knives for feet faced a barbarian who sincerely believed he was the most powerful wizard in The Void. Storm on the Horizon and Grug the Wizard fought in a peaceful meditation valley that the Grandmaster ordered them to wreck. They argued over familiars, threw spell books like boomerangs and took metal chairs to the head from their hosts, and neither of them survived the night. The episode is remembered for Grug yelling spell names he could not cast, his “buns of holiness,” and the Shadow King’s cruel last word on the winner.

The Story

The Jingle Bell Boy

The night opened in The Dread Fortress, where The Shadow King strolled the hallways in fancy leather boots with silver straps. Tiny bells hung from the backs of them. He had not put the bells there. As the narration explained, “The rest of us did, so we knew when he’d be coming close.” The Grandmaster called him “this little jingle bell boy.”

He found the Grandmaster drilling the Fortress’s chinchilla army, a troop of stick-wielding martial artists with murder in their eyes. She said the training was for security, “to protect the Void against anything or anyone who might try to invade or disrupt the games.” The Shadow King called it admirable, at least as far as “keeping the regime safe,” and added that not many would be attacking the Dread Fortress while he sat on the throne. The Grandmaster suggested the chinchillas might really be there to protect “all the goblins and the civilians that we have here in the Dread Fortress. You don’t seem particularly inclined to protect them.” He agreed quite happily: “That’s a fair point. They don’t mean a lot to me.”

He then admitted he had only been “looking for a bathroom, but yes, let’s go to the Deathmatch.” At the Grandmaster’s clap the chinchillas parted like an ocean to clear the path to his throne, which she described as ugly, though she conceded she might be biased. The chinchillas circled and beat their sticks against the tables, walls and floors. The Grandmaster clenched the amulet at her neck until it cut her fingers and blood dripped, then announced the match. The two champions stepped out of a blue portal.

Two Very Different Champions

Grug, played by BanzaiBabee, introduced himself as “the most powerful wizard that one has ever seen.” He had once been an unintelligent barbarian. He climbed the tallest mountain, found the most powerful wizard there and told him: “Puny Wizard, make me powerful!” The wizard laid hands on him. What Grug got in return was a curse: he now believed he was the mightiest magic user alive, while doing nothing more magical than punching things and setting off the occasional accidental surge of wild magic.

Storm on the Horizon, played by PixiesandPins, woke up from a catnap to answer her name. Henrietta the Goblin brought her a cup of black coffee and she shot it in one gulp. When the Shadow King asked whether her knives were strapped on, she rolled onto her back, stuck all four legs in the air, and ten organic blades came out: shink. “Do you not know how cat work? You’ve never met cat before?”

The talk wandered into Fortress lore. The Grandmaster said there were several cats in the Fortress and that “besides the chinchilla army, the cat army also does a very notable job” keeping out the constant invasion of mice and rats. The Shadow King said he barely knew they had chinchillas. Storm asked whether chinchillas were snacks. They are not. They are pets and armies, and every Fortress employee gets an emotional support chinchilla who doubles as a bodyguard. “Trust me,” the Shadow King warned, “you don’t want to mess with the chinchillas. Their union is very strong.”

For their poses, Storm showed her belly with every knife out. Grug flexed his “awesome wizards books,” which were medieval county tax records and old codices, not spell books of any kind. He flexed so hard his robes tore at the biceps and neck.

Destroy the Valley

The Grandmaster opened a purple portal onto a brisk, bright valley, where a breeze ruffled fur and beard beside a calm babbling stream. It was a perfect place for meditation. “Destroy it,” she told them. “I give you this landscape for you to demolish.” Overhead, row after row of The Acolytes filled stands that made the valley feel like the Coliseum itself. “They are the ones that demand that your story be told today. So make sure that it’s a fucking good one.” The Shadow King had one wish: “I’d like to see this river filled with blood by the end of the Deathmatch.”

Storm struck first. She threw her boomerang, “that slightly bent stick,” and it smacked Grug square in the forehead. While he powered up his “mythical magical energy” like a hero in a cartoon, she hit him again. The Grandmaster noted that powering up is “prime time to hit them,” and that Grug now had an equal sign on his forehead. On its next pass the boomerang zoomed across the field, and the crowd accidentally did “a duck” instead of a wave.

Grug decided the bad kitty should bow down and become his familiar. He yelled “BRRRRR! … Blur.” and was wrapped in multicolored protective lights. Then he punched Storm while shouting “Death Touch!” She yowled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The Grandmaster wondered whether he was just naming his fingers. “No, this is, I’m a wizard. These are magical spells,” Grug insisted. Storm, meanwhile, had been completely won over: “I love Grug. I don’t want to fight Grug. I want to be friends with Grug.” The Acolytes were enthralled, and the Grandmaster granted both champions a single moment of glory to spend later, a once-per-fight burst of “plus ultra.”

The Box and the Siren

The Shadow King snapped his fingers, and a yellow and pink box slammed onto the battlefield like a meteor. “I’m going to need a volunteer.” His spectral hands plucked an Acolyte named Iron Trout from the stands and wrung them out over the box “like a wet towel.” The soul dripped in, the box erupted in pink and yellow fire, and a shadowy figure with bursting yellow eyes clawed its way out. This was the Box of Chaos. Anyone who offered it a sacrifice would get a magic item. The Grandmaster said the lint in a pocket would do.

Storm hit Grug with a blast of thunder and declared, “My dad would be very proud of me.” Every hit Grug took seemed to set off his magic. He yelled “Entangled!” and wild plants swallowed the ground around her. His aura grew brighter, but only because the Acolytes were shining flashlights on him to support the image he had of himself. Storm then made herself small and gave him enormous, blinking kitten eyes. Grug broke: “So cute, too cute. Maybe hug.” He went in for the embrace and tenderly hugged a rock next to her instead. “Wait a second! We’re in the middle of a battle! How dare you!” He recovered by bringing a tome down on her head while yelling “Burning Hands!” When the Shadow King doubted they knew what a wizard was, Grug spelled it out: “W for Wonderful, I for Intelligence, Z for Zap, U for Ultra, R for Radiant, D for Damage.” The Grandmaster’s advice: “You should have chosen a shorter word.”

A figure then descended the steps of the stands, singing “Chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna.” To the champions it sounded like a childhood music box. Storm resisted it, and her sensitive cat ears made her cover them in pain. Grug was entranced. He wandered to the edge of the arena with his mouth open, and the siren pelted him with chicken wings. The Grandmaster ruled that chicken wing damage cannot be resisted, and listed it alongside the arena’s other special damage types, pillow and rock. Grug choked up a bone and snapped out of it. The siren turned into a chicken and ran off, never to be seen again, “unless you go visit the chicken wings stand that we have during the halftime show.”

The Hairball Chariot

Storm walked up to the Box and coughed a hairball straight into it. “What are you doing? Wait, wait… Don’t do that,” the figure inside protested. Storm only asked, “Is sacrifice for you? … Give me presents.” The fire column rose, and out rolled a much bigger hairball harnessed by two long leads to a flying chariot. Storm described the hairball as white, so it looked a little like clouds. Grug, it turned out, had never really noticed clouds.

Storm circled him at the end of her long-reach spear, the iklwa, and landed a natural 20. “Stone skin!” Grug cried, then “Mage armor!” as more blows landed. He hit back by throwing his spell books, yelling “Magic missile!” and then “Fireball.” One book bounced back into his own head. The audience sat in stunned silence before erupting, “happy to know what a boomerang and fireball look like now.” Grug renewed his offer. “Soon I will get a magic tower… You will have wet food all around.” Storm lied that it sounded real good, if he would just put down the books. She asked whether he had treats. He believed her.

Too Close to the Sun

Storm opened the next round with another natural 20. Grug shot a beam of color out of his chest, and when Storm answered with a shattering blast of sound, a small dog somewhere in the stands barked and tried to get at the cat before being shooed away. When Grug declared “Mage Armor!” yet again, the Shadow King protested, “You can’t just say Mage Armor! That’s not how it works!” The Grandmaster overruled him: “You can say Mage Armor whenever you want!”

Storm flew her chariot fifty feet straight up. Grug tore off his robe so that both pecs could blaze out and blind her. Many Acolytes had to put on sunglasses. Then he looked up, perhaps for the first time in his life. “So much sky, it’s endless. If only I could be part of the sky.”

He spent his moment of glory on the most glorious jump of his life. In his head, light poured into his back and wings unfolded. In reality he was simply jumping, again and again, like a double-jumping plumber, until he was eye to eye with Storm and the front rows. The Acolytes who saw his eyes lost their minds and their language and began barking in madness at the beauty. Then Grug himself asked the arena to check whether he had thought about where he was landing. He had not. “I just jumped up in the air, I didn’t actually jump up to anything.” He dropped sixty feet, left a small crater that filled into a lake, and lay face down in a river two or three feet deep, unaware that he could stand up. “Icarus, my boy!”

Metal Chairs

The Shadow King rolled a perfect 20 and chose “the classic,” with a twist: “I’m going to need your help, Elusia. A little family activity.” He conjured two metal chairs. “Let us hear you scream! It’s time for the metal chairs!” the Grandmaster cried, and she dive-bombed the blinded Storm, clanging the chair off her skull before tossing her “two tiny little blue pills” for the headache. “Nice hit, but let me show you how it’s done,” said the Shadow King. He swooped on shadowy wings and brought his chair down on Grug’s head. Then he hauled Grug out of the river by the collar so he wouldn’t drown: “Try not to die too early.” The blow set off Grug’s magic one more time. A beam of radiant light blasted out of his ass into the sky. Twenty swooning Acolytes were knocked out by the sight of “those tan cheeks.”

The Final Blow

Still blind, Storm spent her own moment of glory dive-bombing the chariot onto Grug, homing in on the sound of his gurgling and the clang of the chair. “We’re friends of science.” Grug yelled “Dimension Door!” and popped into the one-seater chariot with her, nose to nose. “Eskimo kisses?… That’s not how babies are made.” She blasted him with her four-footed “Fist of Four Thunders” (“I am Cheetara. I’ve always wanted to be.”). He wrapped them both in vines and drained her with necrotic tentacles, healing himself. The Grandmaster suggested calling it Vampiric Touch, and Grug wrote the new “spell” into his book in crayon, which doubled as a snack. “You told me you’d be my familiar. I really, really, really believed you’d be my familiar.” He begged her to surrender. She lied to him again, and he believed her again: “You got to have trust in your family.”

In the last round Storm stunned him with her spear. “Stone skin was too strong. Now I am stone.” She landed four blows, and with the last, “the Kill Bill, five fingers of death,” she shoved him so hard he popped out of existence for a second and reappeared twenty feet away in open air. As Grug fell, he dreamed of “growing old as an old wizened wizard in a wizard’s tower… with my new familiar at my side.” The Acolytes whispered his name, Grug the Wizard. He smiled, exhaled for a very long time, and landed dead between the two streams.

“They said I couldn’t be smart enough to be a wizard, but I showed them.” (Grug the Wizard)

The Grandmaster praised the story as a lesson “to always challenge and be who you are supposed to be,” and presented Storm to the Shadow King as champion. He gave her a victory lap. A spectral falcon took the hairball’s reins and whipped the chariot faster and faster around the arena. “Rise high, champion. Let everyone may see you as a shining star.” “I’m just cat,” said Storm, as the chariot climbed through the atmosphere and into space, where she began to suffocate and freeze.

Dried Blood

After the show, Storm’s player told the rest of her story. Storm had been separated from her whole tribe when she was very young. She had spent her life searching for them, growing stronger and seeking inner enlightenment, which is why she became a monk. As the cold of space set in, it woke her last childhood memory of her family, which involved snow. Growing colder made her feel at home and happy. “When she closed her eyes for the final time, she imagined that she was right next to her tribe again. So she just went home.”

Grug’s player explained that Grug had always been told he was “too dumb to be a wizard.” His curse makes him hear spell names and believe in them, and it guarantees that whenever he dies he will have a happy ending in his head and die smiling, saying he was the greatest wizard. His jump, his player said, was pure muscle: “So muscular, it looks like magic… He falls! Gravity, it works.” The champions left the Acolytes with their wisdom. Grug’s was “Always wash your hands.” Storm’s was “Is helpful to have knives for feet.”

Notable Moments

  • The Shadow King strolled the Fortress with bells that others had secretly hung on his boots.
  • Grug tenderly hugged a rock instead of Storm, and it later stood between them like a small monument.
  • The siren pelted Grug with chicken wings, a kind of damage nothing in the arena can resist.
  • Grug’s mythic jump to the sky ended with a sixty-foot fall into a shallow river he did not know he could stand up in.
  • The Grandmaster and the Shadow King took turns hitting the champions with metal chairs as “a little family activity,” and Grug answered with a beam of light out of his ass.
  • The Shadow King rewarded the winner with a victory lap into space.

Memorable Quotes

  • Storm on the Horizon: “Do you not know how cat work? You’ve never met cat before? Is this new for you?”
  • The Shadow King: “Actually, I was just looking for a bathroom, but yes, let’s go to the Deathmatch.”
  • Grug the Wizard: “W for Wonderful, I for Intelligence, Z for Zap, U for Ultra, R for Radiant, D for Damage.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “You should have chosen a shorter word.”
  • The Shadow King: “You can’t just say Mage Armor! That’s not how it works!”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “You can say Mage Armor whenever you want!”
  • Grug the Wizard: “So much sky, it’s endless. If only I could be part of the sky.”
  • Storm on the Horizon: “I’m just cat.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Storm on the Horizon (PixiesandPins). A snow leopard monk, cat-speech (“Do you not know how cat work?”).

  • Ten organic knives on her four feet (“knives for feet”). She fights with a boomerang, an iklwa (10-ft reach), cat claws, Thunder Wave (“Fist of Four Thunders”) and Shatter, plus Flurry of Blows, Stunning Strike and Deflect Missiles.
  • She takes catnaps and shoots black coffee.
  • She sacrificed a hairball to the Box of Chaos and got the flying hairball chariot.
  • She tricked Grug twice by promising to be his familiar.
  • She won, then was sent into space by the Shadow King’s “victory lap” and froze. Dried Blood: she was separated from her tribe as a child and died imagining herself home with them.
  • She likes treats and wants to be Cheetara.

Grug the Wizard (BanzaiBabee).

  • A former barbarian who forced the most powerful wizard on the tallest mountain to “make me powerful” and was cursed to believe he is the most powerful wizard. In truth he rages and punches, with wild magic surges, and yells spell names at everything (“Death Touch,” “Burning Hands,” “Magic Missile,” “Fireball,” “Stone skin,” “Mage armor,” “Color spray,” “Dimension Door,” “Black tentacles”).
  • His “spell books” are nonsense tomes (medieval tax records, old codices). He throws them like boomerangs and writes new “spells” in them with a crayon he also eats.
  • His muscles burst his robes. His chest beam and “buns of holiness” blind or knock out Acolytes.
  • He had never noticed clouds or looked up at the sky.
  • He wanted Storm as his familiar and dreamed of a magic tower.
  • He died falling, smiling, believing he was the greatest wizard.

The Shadow King (Mudcat).

  • He wears fancy leather boots with silver straps; others secretly hung bells on them.
  • He sits on the Dread Fortress throne and speaks of “the regime.” The goblins and civilians “don’t mean a lot to me.”
  • He barely knew about the chinchillas or the cat army.
  • He ran the Box of Chaos with Iron Trout’s soul and called the metal-chair event a “family activity” with Elusia. He saved Grug from drowning (“Try not to die too early”).
  • He sent the victor into space with a spectral falcon.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • She trains the chinchilla army of the Void for Deathmatch and Fortress security, and to protect the goblins and civilians.
  • She is snarky toward the Shadow King.
  • She summons portals by cutting her fingers on the amulet around her neck.
  • She watched from among the Acolytes. She metal-chaired Storm, then gave her aspirin (“two tiny little blue pills”).
  • She crowned Storm champion.

Theodore the Goblin: leads the chinchilla drill from the front, stick in hand.

Henrietta the Goblin: serves Storm black coffee.

The chinchilla army of the Void: martial artists with sticks; “murder in their eyes.” Each Fortress employee gets one as an emotional support chinchilla and bodyguard. They have a strong union and form cuddle puddles.

The cat army: several cats in the Dread Fortress that keep the “constant invasion” of mice and rats at bay.

The chicken wing siren: sings “Chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna,” pelts victims with wings, then turns into a chicken and flees. Linked to the halftime chicken wing stand.

The Box of Chaos soul-figure: a shadowy figure with yellow eyes. It reacts with disgust to the hairball.

The siren-barking small dog in the stands, which tried to get at Storm.

Places

  • The Dread Fortress hallways and training hall (the chinchilla drill) and the Shadow King’s throne, “ugly.”
  • The meditation valley arena: brisk, bright, breezy, with babbling streams and a 2–3 ft-deep river. Its stands are like the Coliseum. Grug left a crater lake in it.
  • The tallest mountain, home of the most powerful wizard who cursed Grug (unnamed).
  • The halftime chicken wing stand.

Items

  • Flying hairball chariot (Box of Chaos; +1 AC and flight; white like clouds; one-seater). Later a spectral falcon took it over.
  • Elusia’s amulet (cuts her fingers to summon portals).
  • Grug’s nonsense spell books and his crayon.
  • Two metal chairs.
  • Two tiny blue aspirin pills.
  • Storm’s boomerang and iklwa.

Lore statements

  • Every Dread Fortress employee gets an emotional support chinchilla. The Fortress has chinchilla and cat armies.
  • The Box of Chaos is fuelled by a sacrificed Acolyte’s soul. A sacrifice of anything to it, as a free action, yields a magic item.
  • Arena-only damage types: chicken wing damage (cannot be resisted), pillow damage, rock damage.
  • The Shadow King and Elusia joke about a “family activity.”
  • Hero points: once per champion, “plus ultra,” and they can’t negate a nat 1 or undo another hero point.

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