Channelknight Fadran

"Seems like there's a little something for all of us here." Fadran moved the stew to the fridge. "So... where is it?"

"Is there anything we need to be doing there?"

"It is boring! Sometimes. And yes, we go on adventures." Fadran stuck out his hand to the traveler. "Hello. M'name's Fadran." Fadran chuckled. "This is going to end horribly. Tell us more."

The one on the right glanced up at Il'anque, eyes sunken and covered in wrinkly bags. "Good day, young Reaper."

Kaeni nodded. "Okay!"

"It's just a good idea to double-check."

"Nobody's bottom half got left behind?" Kris scanned his companions. "Or top half, for that matter?"

Still invisible, Kugijk'ran rushes down the stairs to see what's down there. She spots R136A1 running toward the center of the arena, where the other wizards were just standing. She decides to follow him and get herself involved in the fight. "Hey!" she calls out. "Over here!" R136A1 stops, looking up. He recognizes her voice, and smiles. "Hello, Kugijk'ran." "Come join me!" she says, hurrying over to the edge of the arena. R136A1 follows her, and they stand together at the edge of the stage. "Now it's time for both of us to shine!" Kugijk'ran declares. "Let's show these idiots how it's done!" They jump off the stage together. * * * An unlikely alliance! And... uhh... stage? @Enter a username

Fadran sat down for a moment. It had been a day. Come to think of it, he realized, how would Kindness have known what cardboard tasted like either?

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The next competitor entered: The Crimson Falcon flies high in the air, observing the arena. He shoots a fireball at Porterion. Porterion ducks underneath the attack, then places an illusionary barrier in front of the dragon. "That was close!" he exclaims. "But I'm still here, aren't I?" The Crimson Falcon continues firing blasts from his wings, causing Porterion to retreat further into the arena. * * * You have missed! @NerdyAarakocra

"Or... someone."

"The idea was to get several frequencies at the same time to create something similar to actual flavors, but doing that is a lot more trouble than it's worth. All the light just tries to mix into one big glob of ick."

"Have you ever even had sausages? Or grass?"

Fadran held out three more spheres. "The green one's our control - it'll probably taste normal to you. Red's the same as the one you just had, and both those blues are different."

Fadran slid towards Eliira, speaking in a low voice. "Kindness told us it tasted like cardboard," he muttered.

"Stormlight, like all investiture, is an energy form that propogates in wave form. What kind of Light it is 's dependent on the frequency. Stormlight is one very specific frequency, Voidlight is another, etcetera." Fadran cut into the envelope seal, reaching in for the spheres. "So all we had to do to 'flavor' it was to shift the phase into something different yet compatible. Here... try this one. Lemme know what it's like."

"So... you guys don't have taste buds. Or mouths. Or any senses, really. Right? Just... you can tell when you're full of energy and you can tell when you're not."

"Okay, okay... hold your ryshandiums..." Fadran set a lid on the pot, then procured the envelope he'd taken from the filing cabinet. "I can't promise it'll taste good. Or... even really taste. Kindness was heckling Kris and me about food and flavor awhile back, so we took a look into changing Stormlight's consistency while still keeping it consumable."

"There's something really special about this particular tournament though: random magical events can occur at any time to keep our fighters on their toes! There are lots of kinds of events that can happen, such as fireballs, ice attacks, lightning strikes, and many others. What kind of event will appear next? We won't know unless it happens! It's all part of the fun." The crowd laughed along with the announcer, but there was something they weren't laughing about. They were nervous; the thought of a sudden magical attack was very frightening... * * * With everyone now in the thick of the fray, the first random event occurred: the arena began to shake violently. The entire structure creaks and groans as it shakes, but the competitors don't care. They each continue fighting, even though it's become more difficult to move around. The shaking lasts only a short while before it stops suddenly. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief, until... "...Is that..." Prince Rowan says from his position near the stage. Everyone turns toward the prince, who points up and shouts, "Look at the ceiling!" The roof of the arena collapses, sending debris falling through the air. Most of it misses the competitors - but some falls directly on top of R136A1. "Ahhhhh!" R136A1 screams in pain. His armor is destroyed, along with several bones. He staggers to his feet, clutching his mangled arm. "[Scud] this!" He starts running towards the center of the arena. * * * R13 is, as they say, having a rough time of it. He takes another damage and is now at 3 HP... but what is it that he's about to do at the center of the arena?