Took up the Eldritch Knight subclass after that last fight for Zen, dumb as he is. He can't ritual cast the spell, but can spend a spell slot as normal for it. 

Good to know about the arrows though. 

After stopping by Fluffles, sidestepping a question about the name, Zen purchase a Longbow for sure, and a rapier as well. When it latter comes to the magic top hat emporium, he mumbles and turn his head from side to side at the scrolls before finally asking, "What you. have. at..  for fifty gold? And uh, do you have the thing for familiars? A spare one though, and the... stuff you're supposed to burn?" 

Something terrible has happened.

It’s felt almost immediately- a sense of discomfort and pain. It washes over the small bubble of the Arena of Beasts, and one can watch as what appears to be a tidal wave of darkness envelop the barrier around it. 
There’s terror in the streets. The guards raise their shields and weapons, ready to fight for their home. The citizens lay their heads in sadness- it appears they knew this day would come. The Kids that normally run the arena fly outwards, only to witness something terrible. They ready their own version of magic, but it is too late.

Knife, the Warforged announcer, storms ahead to the barrier. Wielding a pair of Yklwas in his hands, he is the first to charge the wave of darkness- but it only took 1 crack. The shadows swallowed him whole, leaving nothing but an empty husk of Metal that used to be his body. 
Several snow-like Dragonborn Enter, lead by 1 man- An icy cold version of one of the first fighters, Balzavur. As they overtake the city, the citizens watch as the Kids, normally all-powerful here, disappear- except for one. The one with the hoodie. Rather, he stays to fight, and is enveloped with the darkness.

soon, the shadows overtake everyone. No one is left, none are spared. The world feels doomed, like the entire universe has changed forever, as if a dam of evil has just broken. The arena of Beasts disappears, and the entire city is overgrown with a twisted, sick woods, never to appear again. 

Thank you all for having witnessed this. Honestly, I’m very sorry it died out. I just couldn’t keep up the game anymore- life had caught up. 
To all you fighters, thank you for having joined my game. I appreciate you staying as long as you did, and I’m sorry for wasting your time.

Let your lives be great, and would be merry.
      ——Bubba.