Having seized the opportunity to use the malfunctioning of
the world-siphon to escape your prison cells, you stormed the arena and found
there your nemesis, the Arena Master himself. He surveyed the group, who
had just benefited from yet another surge of the siphon to reach a new pinnacle
of power, and said, "I guess it's time to take matters into my own
hands."
With that, he snapped his fingers, and his form began to bloat and grow,
twisting into the shape of a twenty-five-foot-tall, bipedal walrus decked in
thick iron plates and carrying a longsword taller than most of the
combatants. He snapped again, and a familiar form appeared by his
side. The decayed, putrid shape of the black dragon you had killed
earlier sprung forth from the ether and glared at you.
The group leaped into action, peppering both the dragon and
the Walrog with arrows, slamming it with melee attacks, and casting
spells.The Walrog attempted to even the
odds somewhat by conjuring some of the blue-skinned, winged and liveried ushers
to turn their longbows onto the combatants, but it was too little, too late.The dragon crashed to the ground thanks to a
well-placed eldritch smite from range, and was destroyed.The Walrog was taken to his knees, bloodied
and beaten, and finished off by a flurry of attacks from the meat cleaver.It’s form turned into shifting sand, which dropped
and merged with the arena floor.
Then the world shifted around you, and everyone reappeared
in the lava-filled battleground in which you had destroyed each other in the past.The Walrog waded through the lava, still
wielding its deadly sword.However,
polymorphing a death priest into a terrifying dinosaur, and having a twelve
pack of Counterspells at the ready, proved to be too much for the Walrog, and
it was overwhelmed and driven back into its humanoid form, to lie, dead and
burning, on the molten surface of the lava.
The lava field flickered around you again, and you found
yourself once more in the arena.Devoid
of spectators, lacking the force that in the past had compelled you to fight
one another, you looked around at each other and realized, you had defeated the
Hall of Champions, and won your freedom, whatever that may look like…