A pile of corndogs can only lie around so long. Eventually, they need to be put to use. The team decides to finally assemble the antidote, collecting the final ingredients quickly.

As the dust settles, it’s time for the battles that aren’t sung about. Plans to take care of those bereft of hearth and home, and reunions with hard-hearted family.

It’s time to fight the main behind the burning curtain. But Hickory hasn’t stopped his assault, and the damage begins to mount. Can our heroes survive, let alone end the fight in time?

The clock is ticking down on Hickory’s life, and our heroes begin to despair at what seems like a hopeless fight. Can they find the path to rescue him?

Oh painful, obvious, irony-of-ironies. Our heroes have found their friend, but the field of battle is no place to rescue an ally.

The riddle looms over battle and blood. Will a simple turn of phrase spell doom for the heroes? Have they conquered everything in their path so far only to fall to some well thrown bottles and an annoying noble?F

Blood, pain, fury. Combat rages, but soon our heroes most feared opponent rears it’s head: Riddles!

A battle for blood and life rages on, but on the outskirts the rest of the crew tries to see if they can’t make a quick buck. It’s not like the next opponent will have anything dangerous they should be planning for, right?

The Pit calls for blood of warforged, but the only thing spilled so far is wizard blood and dwarven alcohol. Can our heroes keep winning, or will their next mysterious opponent take them out.

Blood and music, sweat and dreams. All can be found in the chaos of the pit. The only question is if our heroes will find the truth there too, as they walk into the arena and prepare to fight.