Dead Jester Productions Podcast

The Heroes sat up and turned toward the female combatant. The Jester - though grinning as always - was annoyed at her arrival, pointing at her and emitting a slight hiss. This alone was enough to cause a number of the room's occupants to slowly shift further away. The Woman had stopped aiming her bow around the room and held it directly at the female combatant, as if daring her to

With the group of combatants around them looking on in frustration, the Heroes had decided to make themselves comfortable. The Jester had stretched out across the bench, and begun to take a nap with a large grin across his face as he slept. The Swordsman Hero had gone through multiple pieces of bread, an apple, a small fry pie, a few pieces of jerky, and some leftover chicken from

The Heroes find a place to sit down and prepare to wait until the beginning of the events. A gruff looking warrior gave an uncertain look of worry as the Jester sits down beside him with a wide grin. When they had entered, the Heroes were simply newcomers to the space. Now that a moment had passed, they felt the eyes of everyone upon them. They were an odd bunch, to be sure. They l

Walking through the back entrance, the Heroes pretended to act surprised as they saw familiar individuals and creatures. Their previous escapade into the arena had already prepared them for what awaited them in this area, though they had never been able to get a clear picture of what trials would await them in the main arena. They continued forward, making their way back to the hal

The Heroes force their way through the crowd and up to an entrance of the arena. They are stopped by a guard, clearly agitated at having been put on duty on such a frantic day. They ask him how they can get in as combatants, and he directs them around to a different entrance. They turn to make their way there and are greeted by a screaming hoard of excited onlookers attempting to f

Finishing their meal, the Heroes thanked the barkeep and stepped outside. The crowd continued to grow rapidly, flowing like a strong tide through the city streets. The Heroes are pulled into the throng of people, unable to work their way across the street. They continued being pulled along, unsure of what would happen to them at the end of the stream of vendors, warriors, and noble

Knowing they would need their rest, the Heroes turned in for the night. With the sound of the city rabble just outside of their windows, the Heroes found it difficult to fall asleep. Having grown used to camping on the road, they had experienced more difficulties in the city. The growing number of people arriving in the city due to the tournament wasn't doing them any favors either

The Heroes make their way back to the Inn they were staying in, eager to rest for the evening before continuing their preparations for the upcoming tournament. As they weave their way back through the winding streets they feel a buzz throughout the city. With the start of the tournament quickly approaching, everybody was busy preparing. Vendors would look to make a fortune, combata

With the young guard having finally calmed down, the Heroes assured him that they would allow him to be free if he agreed to let them leave without fuss. He agreed, and so the Jester undid his magic. The Swordsman Hero helped the young guard out of the mud and to his feet, with the ground solidifying behind him. He dusted himself off and looked back to the Heroes, clearly still con

With the young guard racing towards them, the Heroes quickly decide what to do. The Jester whispered a few words to himself before placing his hands upon the ground. As the young guard ran, the dirt before him began to bulge and he fell into a murky pool of mud. As quickly as the ground had become soft, it hardened back up and held the young guard in place tightly. The young guard