(I just found this gem and am currently suffering the effects of Tasha's Hideous Laughter IRL XD  https://www.dndbeyond.com/monsters/165808-swarm-of-tarrasques )

(6760 hit points . . .)

(This is hilarious and at the same time horrible . . .)

Sora chuckles a bit "don't worry about it, it's fine. I will definitely have to look into your library for the future"

("Eh... One Terrasque isn't too interesting; have ten!" said the DM who was completely oblivious to how squishy his level 8 Party actually was. The battle went as well as a battle against falling rocks would go.)

(Challenge rating 30. No more difficult than the typical terrasque fight.)

Morthos becomes curious and leans over the bar to see whats on the other side. As he does, he passes out sliding down on the other side of the counter onto the floor with a *thud* and *crash* as some utensils fall to the ground with him. 

With the conversation with Marvarax coming to it's natural end, Harmond hears the sounds of utensils and goes over. He sees Morthos passed out on the other side. Harmond opts to not wake up the drunk man and just stuff him under the bartender's table until he wakes up. It's not a very comfortable spot for a nap but Harmond seems to do it all the time so how bad can it be? When Morthos wakes up, he will be sore all over due to sleeping in an uncomfortable position.

Eider starts to stand, to give Sora back her time to continue in her notebook. "All who wish to learn, or need shelter, will be welcomed. And if you wish to enroll feel free to come to Toren or myself."

Eider smiles at the young girl "I was actually just having a friendly conversation Nykah. I did invite her to visit the school sometime though."

“Oh, this isn’t a spell book, although the new school seems like a nice place, also no I can not fly”

“It’s, mostly just an art and note book” Sora sheepi replied

Eldin returns to the Glory and he doesn't smell like burnt alcohol this time, though part of his clothes seem to have soot on them.

Realizing the trip to the swamp wouldn't be happening anytime soon, Gell rushes back to the Lounge, hoping the job offer was still open. 

For Those That Bet on the Level 8 Match:

 (If I missed anyone, please let me know and I'll try to hunt down the bet.)

(Sorry to let people down on the Calgin Wins bet :P)

The next match for level-2 contestants has been posted. The match will begin in about 24 hours.

https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/9701-coliseum-of-conquest-always-recruiting?comment=12671

This will be the last match of the in game day.

Grianne Sort of stumbles back into The Glory, still in a bit of shock. She sits at a random table not paying attention to who ever may also be sitting there. She pulls out her notebook and starts to scribble something down.

A short time after Grianne enters, Calgin wakes up in the infirmary.  He grimaces, thinking back on how the match ended, then shrugs and stands, making his own way to the Glory.  On entering, he spots Grianne sitting at a table.  After going to the bar and getting himself a drink, he walks over and sits down across from the druid.  'That was quite the fight," he says, "Congratulations on your victory."

Grianne is startled out of her daze by Calgin EEEEP!! Oh, its you. Yea, that was tough. I had to constantly change tactics. My standard forms weren't build to such tight spaces. I hope i didn't hurt you too much. I really expected Polly yo attack me. And that broach, that's cheating. Grianne attempts sarcasm with that last statement 

Calgin chuckles.  "I'm fine.  I really expected polly to attack you as well.  Really didn't expect him to sacrifice himself attacking me at the end and giving you the win.  Gotta say though, while your forms may not be built for tight spaces, you sure had me worried when you turned into a freaking t-rex!"   He pats his brooch and grins.  "As for this, this is just my insurance against all the magic missile wands I've seen around."

Scarab, excited to have made a profit on his first bet, rushes to his room to prepare for his fight, his cat leaping ahead.