(Aww....that sucks. Oh well. Thanks!)

Balzavur finds himself engulfed by a grey door.

A cloaked figure enters the inn, eyes burning with a bright light from under his hood.  As he speaks to the barkeeper, his voice sounds somewhat raspy.

"One ale, if you would be so kind."

A One Eyed Dwarf hands you some chocolate milk. He holds a spider on his shoulder, and polishes a crystal beer mug. so, what are you doing in a place like this? 

(Look at the 1st post of the PvP thread. I will add that later)

The cloaked figure hesitates, seeming unsure.

"I . . .don't know, exactly.  I was told to go somewhere . . .and . . .I ended up here.  If it is the Light's will, then so be it."

He excepts his malek and walks to a table in a corner to drink it.

You go to drink your drink, only to find that it looks like it’s dirty, and has a rat in it.

The cloaked figure examines the rat with interest, and gingerly removes it.  He then sniffs the drink speculatively, and downs it in one gulp.

Your hand passes through the rat, and the milk tastes like the most delicious milk ever

Og Volkmar, you hear a loud bang as a snowy figure comes into the Potions,Poisons, and Pots of Ale bar while you are drinking. A Dragonborn with crackling red electricity made of snow starts to cause havoc, breathing acid and flipping tables. Everyone shouts as a kid with glasses comes in. 

Everyone! Get to safety! Do not engage, repeat, do not engage! He eyes the man. You want a reward? Help me take care of this guy, o- He is cut off as a strong wind blasts him away from the bar, that came out of the dragonborn’s hands.

Volkmar throws his cloak onto the floor, revealing a gaunt man with light yellow, and eyes that seem more like pits of light than actual eyeballs.  Radiant light begins to crackle like electricity around him, making his hair stand up slightly.  When he speaks, his voice has an odd sort of overtone to it, as if something were speaking from his body at the same time as him.

"The fires of the Morninglord shall smite you down, and burn the impurities from your heart.  Grovel, fool!"

(Intimidation: 24)

Initiative?: 16

The snowman looks at you as he is confused.He tries to grab you as you are talking, with a deranged look in his eyes.

16 grapple 

(If I could go before he did that, I would.  I assumed you would roll initiative for him.)

Acrobatics contest: 10

(The snowman dragon moves extremely quick. You couldn’t out speed if you tried.)

The snow person picks you up and lift you off the ground.

Now it’s your turn

(Um, ok?  That really doesn't make much sense in game terms.)

A miasma of radiant light surrounds the snowdragon, eventually condensing into a pillar of radiant flame (sacred flame).

"Unhand me, unholy weakling!"

4 radiant damage (DC 13 Dex save)

20 (exactly.)

the dragon burns, and the spell is more effective than it should be. He melts down to the floor....

until he gets back up.

4 kids, one in an orange hoody, one in sunglasses, one with shiny sunglasses, and one that seems to be half machine. They look at each other, and nod. The snow dragon seems to be held still, stabbed, shot repeatedly, and then punched with force enough to break a mountain. The snowdragon melts down, and is gone for good.

The the kids smile at you, all talking at the same time. Thanks for that. Don’t know what happened there. They stop talking all at once. That was a Simulacrum of a competitor, Balzavur. He has been missing for a while. He must have opened the door... 

They stop and think, then the sunglasses one hand you a pouch. Here, take this. 50 gold. This man’s in trouble. Let’s go find him.The hoodied one disappears, and the rest fly away on some contraptions.

Then one flies back.

you want an explanation, don’t you? Ok, here’s one.

Balzavur must’ve found a door. One only certain people can see. This door contains something...horrible. That’s the  only way someone dies here. 

That simulacrum had traces of Balzavur’s soul in it. It’s one of the ones used for the Arena of Beasts. When he dies, since no one is murdered or killed here, the simulacrum goes haywire with his soul. Those things will be around for a while, each one stronger than the rest. We need to hope that they don’t get to the woods, or else we’re goners.

Volkmar looks even more confused now that all has been explained, but excepts the gold without complaint.  He then pulls his cloak back on, extinguishing the light he's radiating, sits back down, and falls still.

Borris goes to find himself a bar, and spends the rest of his evening complaining about stupid traps before passing out drunk somewhere.

"Dam!" Tanrick franticly searches his pockets for paper. He asks a bystander if there is somewhere he can buy some.

Volkmar notices the stream of battered contestants flowing in, and gets up from his chair.

To the bartender:

”When is the next match for new competitors?”

The dwarf responds. Soon, soon. He’s making the Arena right now. Be patient. 

Tanrick, the old man happily gives you some paper.