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The Season 4 finale set Ricky Red Dragon, a “red dragon” cursed into human flesh after one rave too many, against Traxton, a 45-year-old emo elf who would very much prefer you call him Spider. They fought in a forest clearing The Shadow King had been quietly turning into a festival venue. Along the way there were crossing fireballs, a magic beard, a Christmas nutcracker, and a coming-of-age story that finished in the worst possible way for everyone involved.

The Story

The Secret Pre-Party

The Grandmaster walked the echoing halls of The Dread Fortress, her heels clacking on stone, until she heard techno thumping up from somewhere deep in its dungeon-like depths. She threw open the doors of the Shadow King’s throne room and found strobe lights, lasers, and the German techno song from Super Troopers playing on loop. “Well, this is embarrassing,” said the King. “You should have knocked first.” He shoved a keg behind his throne.

The lights drew a crowd of goblins who treated the music “as if this is their soul music.” The Shadow King tried to blame the song on “the one with the hair,” which did not work, because every goblin was bald. A lice problem a couple of weeks earlier had been solved with a full shave. Once the King admitted to liking “that girl music,” the Grandmaster ordered him to share the keg. The goblins mobbed it, ripped it open, and drank from wherever it poured: the floor, their hands, each other.

The bickering continued. “Well, if you were more fun, I would have invited you to the party,” the King told her. He then asked what the party was even for, since Sunday nights for him meant reruns of Heroes. She reminded him that he was the king and was supposed to represent them. His reply was “I am so tired of you.” She clenched her amulet, its bladed edge slicing her fingers, and her blood opened a blue portal for the champions.

Enter the Dragon (Allegedly) and the Spider

Ricky arrived in sunglasses and flip-flops. “My name’s Ricky Red Dragon. I’m a red dragon,” he explained. A curse at a techno concert had trapped him in a squishy human body, and he was fighting for the prize: his scales back. The Grandmaster called that “absolutely doable.” Spider introduced himself as “pretty much the coolest elf from my part of the woods” and told Ricky he was sorry about his stupid skin. Ricky shot back, “They don’t call me Chromatic Red for nothing.”

The Shadow King had a soft moment with Ricky, as someone who “was once a shadow monster” and knew what it was like to lack flesh: “I had skin and then I didn’t have skin and now I have skin again.” Ricky’s sunglasses meant he couldn’t tell if the King had a tail. Maybe there were five. Spider got a cooler reception. The King complained that they’d had “like four teenagers die this season.” Spider explained, “My mom called me Traxton,” and the King decided he could die. Spider added that Spider was one word, “like Seal.” When Spider called his rival “Idiot Dragon Man” and doubted he looked like a dragon, the King agreed, betraying their bonding moment without a flicker: “You’re here for my entertainment, don’t take it personally.”

The Coachella Ground

The arena was a forest clearing full of loud birds, with a ring of shiny purple portal circles in the middle and lightning-like energy dancing between them. The Shadow King admitted, “I was building a venue for the next Coachella.” The Grandmaster had no interest in festival crowds leaving trash in her space. “I gift you this Shadow King’s potential Coachella ground,” she told the fighters, “and I beg of you, destroy it.” She spread her white wings before a sky filled with the screaming faces of the Acolytes and made her speech. The fight was a gift to them, and the champions’ tale would be written upon their hearts, “perhaps in a freaking EDM song.”

Darkness and Butthurt

Ricky asked about the rules (the Grandmaster’s answer: “Murder, maim, pummel into the ground…”), then teleported thirty feet up a tree to take the high ground. With no wings, he asserted dominance by T-posing. It worked so well that Spider was rattled. Spider answered by casting magical darkness on him. “I’m not afraid of the dark, bitch. I’m an adult,” said Spider. “I am terrified of the dark,” said Ricky, who promptly fell out of the tree ass-first. “If only you had a tail to land on,” the Grandmaster sighed. Spider didn’t notice the fall and kept shouting insults at the empty treetop.

The Shadow King couldn’t see the action either, so he made his eyes glow yellow to pierce the darkness. When the Grandmaster insisted the Acolytes deserved the same, he snapped his fingers. A wave of shadow rolled through the stands like a stadium wave, and every Acolyte’s eyes turned yellow.

The crowd’s roar spurred both champions on. Ricky stumbled out of the dark, spotted the glowing eyes, and poured “all of my butthurt anger” into a banishment spell. Spider snuffed the spell out. Ricky tried to snuff the snuffing and failed. Taking pity, the Grandmaster “banished” Spider anyway, into the Dark Circle, which was just his own darkness. “I said I wasn’t afraid of the dark,” Spider admitted. “I may have been lying.” Ricky gave away his position by yelling back that Spider was the one who sucked. The Shadow King asked where she had found the two stupidest people on the planet. “It was a Longhorn Steakhouse,” she replied. Spider had ordered the salad. “It’s healthy, and I’m gonna nutritionally kick your ass.”

Angst, Beards and Dabbing

Spider dropped his own darkness, spotted Ricky, and hurled a psychic javelin made of “all of my teenage angst.” “You ever heard of My Chemical Romance? It’s going 24-7 over here.” Ricky, nursing a headache, adjusted his fake beard. The Shadow King was appalled to learn it was fake. Ricky explained, “It shows everybody that I’m 6,012 years old.”

Then Spider dabbed. Ricky was charmed (“I kinda like this guy… Do I have to kill him?”). The Grandmaster was not. She threw her whole carton of buttered popcorn at Spider’s head, which wasn’t even vegan. “Never dab in my arena ever again.” A goblin wrote the new rule in a notepad: no more dabbing in the arenas.

Chin Dragon

After all that talk about scales beating fur, the Grandmaster clapped and a gigantic chinchilla charged through the forest. She named it Chin Dragon, and the Shadow King asked why she couldn’t just call it Chinzilla. The champions briefly agreed to team up against it. It simply trampled both of them and ran out of the arena. “Our peace treaty was short-lived,” said Spider. “All it took was a pair of cute fuzzy paws,” the Grandmaster gloated. “Suck it.”

The Circles and the Box

Ricky flicked a firebolt at Spider that zigzagged “like clip art,” then stepped onto a portal circle. It coated his flesh in purple, but he now had to open every turn with a lyric from an annoying song, starting with “Friday.” Spider stepped onto another circle and was turned into a fuzzy fruit bat with a blonde tuft over one eye. “Damn it, I shouldn’t have named myself bat.” The Grandmaster dubbed him Bat Boy, “because you haven’t hit puberty.” His bite missed. Ricky complained about his breath, Spider retorted, “It’s called halitosis, and it’s a medical condition,” and Ricky handed him a mint, then the whole bin.

Baffled by this kindness, the Grandmaster summoned The Box of Chaos. A pink and purple chest fell from the sky like a comet. The Shadow King lifted an Acolyte named Toolkit 71 from the crowd (“I’m going to need your soul. You can keep your body!”), ripped them in half, and slammed their soul into the box. Shadowy claws and yellow eyes peeked out. “Actually, it’s a funny story,” the King explained. “I used to be the box of chaos.” He added, “I killed the guy who made the box.” The box’s maker was The Arbiter.

Ricky sacrificed a spare unwashed beard, and the box’s tormented occupant came out wearing it. “You didn’t actually shit in this, did you?” the King asked. “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” After some buffering (“Do you think we’d lay fiber out here?”), it offered him “the beards of many things.” Ricky put on the white one. It felt like a warm summer’s day and turned him tougher and wiser on the spot. “Ricky,” the narrator declared, “you pulled the Sun card.” Spider marched up to the box (“Did that guy shit in your mouth?”) and traded it his hero point for one thing: “If you have any extra puberty in there to give, I need it desperately.” Puberty hit, and it hit hard. The box also handed him a wooden rod shaped like a dick, holding one fireball. “This is what manhood feels like.”

Crossing Fireballs

Spider fired the rod. Ricky fired back. The two fireballs met tip to tip in the air, sealed by Ricky’s perfect natural 20, and the explosion engulfed them both. The Grandmaster tried to describe it from above (“Two rods, hefty in size, aim straight at their target and spew out… an engulfing flame”) and gave up partway: “I’m not finishing this.” The Shadow King said she really missed the chance to say “shoot their loads.” Ricky took the full blast, was left barely standing, and collapsed. “You’ve never taken a load this big to the face before,” said the Grandmaster. He played dead convincingly, tongue out. He was, after all, “a dragon that goes to raves… People die at parties all the time.”

The heat woke a second chaos event: healing rods of various sizes sprouted from the ground like fungus, smelling of pineapple and, on one side, asparagus. Still “dead,” Ricky whispered “Somebody once told me…”, rolled over in a fake death spasm, and tongued the tip of one, drinking himself back to health. He then conjured an illusion of the Acolyte Ristin8012 beside Spider, which kept saying “Look, he’s dead. Don’t attack him.” Spider believed it completely. “I’ve never killed a man before. Does that make me a man if I’ve killed another man?” He tried to high-five the illusion, then went and stood straddling Ricky’s body, flexing with his rod.

The Wall and the Nutcracker

“That is his biggest folly of the night,” said Ricky. “Oops, I did it again. I cast Wall of Force. Goodbye, bitch.” A wall of force shot up between Spider’s legs and launched him twenty feet into the air. His newly dropped testicles survived the landing. “I just exploded his nuts,” Ricky told the box. “He’s gonna be really mad.” He crawled to the box and dove in face-first. It turned out to be shallow. From the trash and bones at the bottom he pulled a classic Christmas nutcracker, a fine magical maul painted, he said, in red and blues. He was colorblind and wearing sunglasses. “All I know is I’m a red dragon!”

The Final Blow

Spider was furious. “Why would you blow my testicles away like that?” He unleashed a destructive wave from his mouth, all his unresolved teenage angst at once. Ricky had one last piece of wisdom: “All that angst you have built up, it never goes away.” “No,” Spider gasped. “It can’t be true.” Ricky crumbled to dust. His final words went to the Shadow King: “I’m not really a dragon.” “You son of a bitch,” the King replied. The Grandmaster threw the popcorn bowl full of rocks she had been saving at Ricky’s dusty face, for the emotion of it all. “Dragons don’t have to tell you they’re dragons,” the King grumbled. “You just know.”

The Grandmaster saluted the winner: “Spider, today you have grown in more than one way. We are proud of you.” Spider put on Ricky’s sunglasses and told the crowd, “Stay cool, cool babies,” and everyone wept. Then the Shadow King dissolved into shadow and reappeared behind him. “You’ve kind of grown into the name… let me help you truly look the part.” Spider shrank into a tarantula, and the King booted him out of the arena. Rising into the air, the King closed the season with a promise: “While I’m around, there will be death in the arena.”

Dried Blood

In the after-show, Spider’s player said he built the character while chatting with his tall, 19-year-old nephew, and that the two champions would have had “cool uncle-nephew vibes” in a longer campaign. This was Ricky’s player’s first Deathmatch. He had kept mouthing off and waited for a thunderbolt that never came. The Grandmaster explained the line: “You can insult me. It’s when you insult my arena that I get real pissed.” He called the crossing fireballs “the most passionate and potentially satisfying encounter that this show has ever had.” Pressed on whether Ricky was a dragon, he first said no, then insisted he was.

Notable Moments

  • The Shadow King was caught throwing a solo techno pre-party, keg hidden behind the throne, with a room full of freshly de-liced bald goblins.
  • Ricky T-posed in a tree to assert dominance, then fell out of it ass-first because he is terrified of the dark.
  • The Grandmaster banned dabbing in the arena by throwing popcorn, and a goblin wrote the rule down.
  • Spider traded the Box of Chaos his hero point for puberty and received a dick-shaped fireball rod.
  • The two fireballs touched tips on a natural 20.
  • Ricky’s dying confession, “I’m not really a dragon,” was followed, after Spider’s victory speech, by Spider’s transformation into a tarantula.

Memorable Quotes

  • Ricky Red Dragon: “I am terrified of the dark.”
  • The Shadow King: “I also don’t understand why you keep bringing teenagers to die in the arena.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “Never dab in my arena ever again.”
  • Traxton: “If you have any extra puberty in there to give, I need it desperately.”
  • The Shadow King: “Actually, it’s a funny story. I used to be the box of chaos.”
  • Traxton: “I can’t believe he’s dead. I’ve never killed a man before. Does that make me a man if I’ve killed another man?”

Ricky Red Dragon: “Wait, let me tell you a secret. All that angst you have built up, it never goes away.”

The Shadow King: “I knew that guy was full of shit. Dragons don’t have to tell you they’re dragons. You just know.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Ricky Red Dragon (RealLifeFakeWizard)

  • Claims to be a red dragon (“Chromatic Red”) cursed into a human body after partying too hard at a techno concert. Wants his scales back, and Elusia called that “absolutely doable” as the prize.
  • Says he is 6,012 years old. Wears sunglasses (from Costco), flip-flops and a top with pockets, but no pants. Carries fake beards in his pockets and never washes them.
  • Terrified of the dark. Colorblind. A “dragon that goes to raves.” Has a political career to uphold “one day.”
  • Spells and actions: Misty Step, Banishment (cast with his hero point), Counterspell, Fire Bolt, Shocking Grasp (joy-buzzer handshake), Fireball, Minor Illusion, Wall of Force (5th level).
  • Won from the Box of Chaos: the beards of many things (the white beard gave 50,000 XP and +2 AC) and a +3 nutcracker maul.
  • Dying confession: “I’m not really a dragon.” Turned to dust by Spider’s Destructive Wave.
  • Whether he has a cloaca was never answered.

Traxton, “Spider” (theshortnord, Mike)

  • An elf, “the coolest elf from my part of the woods.” His mom calls him Traxton; he goes by “Spider,” a one-word name “like Seal.” He likes spiders.
  • Age stated as 45, “young for an elf.” Caustic Phoenix later says 46. A late bloomer: unbroken voice, no muscle mass. Emo, a My Chemical Romance fan.
  • Shops at Earthbound. Ordered a salad at the steakhouse and is pro-vegan. His dad loves “Sweet Caroline.” Has halitosis.
  • Was class president briefly, under the slogan “feeling forward,” after cheating in the vote. His classmates answered with the hashtag “feeling betrayed.”
  • Spells and forms: Darkness, Counterspell, Raulothim’s Psychic Lance, Destructive Wave (5th level). Was a bat (“Bat Boy”) from the portal circle.
  • Traded his hero point to the Box of Chaos for puberty. It arrived, along with a wooden phallic immovable rod holding one Fireball.
  • Won the match. Gave a “stay cool, cool babies” speech in Ricky’s sunglasses. Turned into a tarantula by the Shadow King and kicked out of the arena.

The Shadow King (Mudcat)

  • Rules from the Dread Fortress in Season 4 and has his own throne room there.
  • Throws secret solo pre-parties: strobes, lasers, the Super Troopers techno song, a keg behind the throne.
  • “Was once a shadow monster… I had skin and then I didn’t have skin and now I have skin again.” The tail question was left unclear.
  • Can make his eyes glow yellow to see through magical darkness, and gave the whole crowd that sight with one snap.
  • “I used to be the box of chaos… I killed the guy who made the box.” Fuels the box by ripping an Acolyte (Toolkit 71) in half and taking their soul.
  • Claims he saved orphans; Elusia: “it was not a good thing.” Claims he gave himself tinnitus to tune Elusia out.
  • Can dissipate into shadow and reappear elsewhere, and can transform people (Spider into a tarantula).
  • Closing promise: “While I’m around, there will be death in the arena.”

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix)

  • Runs and plans the finale despite the Shadow King’s rule. Opens portals with an amulet whose bladed edge cuts her fingers to draw blood.
  • Has white wings and sits beside the Shadow King. Says she has “a title and a crown.”
  • Throws popcorn at dabbers and banned dabbing in the arena. Saved a bowl of rocks for later. Eats goldfish (“the snack that smiles back”).
  • Offers the winner a snack pack of goldfish and fruit roll-ups. Has a niece (mentioned in a colors joke).

The goblins. All bald after a lice outbreak a couple of weeks earlier. They treat the techno as soul music and drank the keg from the floor and from each other. One keeps the notepad of arena rules. In Dried Blood (unclear if canon): unionized, each with a pet chinchilla.

Chin Dragon / Chinzilla. A dragon-sized giant chinchilla summoned as a chaos event. It charged straight through the arena, trampled both fighters and left.

The shadowy figure in the Box of Chaos. Clawed fingers, yellow eyes. Calls itself “just a tormented soul in a box.” Wore Ricky’s sacrificed beard, has halitosis, and buffers like dial-up.

Acolytes named. Toolkit 71: ripped in half for the box. Ristin8012 (“HK Ristin”): impersonated by Ricky’s illusion.

Places

  • The Dread Fortress: echoing halls and dungeon-like lower levels. The Shadow King’s throne room is there.
  • The forest clearing arena: thick foliage, loud birds, and a central ritual of glowing purple portal circles that hum “like a giant subwoofer.” The Shadow King says it was meant as a Coachella venue. Each circle had a random effect: a purple coating (+1 AC, sing an annoying lyric) and a bat wild shape.
  • The Dark Circle: Caustic Phoenix’s name for Spider’s own Darkness, into which the Grandmaster “banished” him.
  • Longhorn Steakhouse, where the champions were found (a real-world joke).

Items

  • Elusia’s bladed portal amulet.
  • The Shadow King’s keg.
  • The goblin’s notepad of rules, with “No more dabbing in the arenas.”
  • The Box of Chaos (pink and purple, chest-sized and shallow, holding trash and bones).
  • Ricky’s fake beards, and the beards of many things (the white one: 50,000 XP, +2 AC).
  • The wooden phallic immovable rod with one Fireball.
  • The +3 nutcracker maul (red and blue).
  • Ice Breaker wintergreen mints.
  • The healing mushroom-rods (pineapple- and asparagus-scented).
  • Ricky’s sunglasses, taken by Spider after the fight.
  • The goldfish and fruit roll-ups winner’s snack pack.

Lore statements

  • Four “teenagers” died in the arena this season (the Shadow King’s claim).
  • The Shadow King used to be the Box of Chaos and killed the box’s maker.
  • New arena rule: no dabbing.
  • The arena’s Wi-Fi is bad. “Do you think we’d lay fiber out here?”
  • “Dragons don’t have to tell you they’re dragons. You just know.”

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