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+Upon returning to the RED demense, you see the broken storefronts are rebuilt, the destroyed crops were replanted & replaced, and all the injured people seem to be okay now. There IS still a circular scorchmark in the middle of the road though.  
+  
+*DEPENDING ON WHO THEY SPOKE TO*  
+- Garsen the boar sees you in the distance, rotating a pig on a spit. He hands it off to someone else, and approaches your group, arms crossed. "Well if it ain't the Kings of Kings." 
+- Culver the yellowjacket does a doubletake when he sees you, puts down his hedge clippers, hops over the fence line, and walks up beside Garsen, staring at your group in awe. "I hoped you'd come back someday!"  
+- Lana the Asp waves off a nearby group of people and notices you, her smile replacing itself with a look of pure shock. She steps out from behind her shop display, cautiously approaching your group. "I am... SO shocked you're still alive after last time..."  
+- Kyong the bearded dragon steps up to you, ukulele in hand. "Good to see ya! Care to join us for some good food and good tunes?" He starts laughing and strumming random notes. 
+  
+*ASK FOR AODAGHAN*  
+Everyone's faces drop in shock, they look at each other, and simultaneously point at the Volcano. Garsen gives you a warning. "Aodaghan has today off, so be careful. He won't have his work to distract his anger."  
+  
+*VOLCANO*
+(NOTICE Roll)
+When you reach the entryway, you hear someone whistling, a tune you can't quite place but you could swear sounds very familiar. 
+
+(HIGHEST ROLLER(S))
+You recognize it as TWISTED NERVE by Bernard Herrmann, the whistling song from Kill Bill
+
+*IF THEY ENTER*
+The pathway inside is unchanged, but that whistling gets louder as you walk in, echoing off the walls slightly.
+
+The mining & smithing area looks empty, aside from the anvils and pickaxes scattered around the smoky magma pit. The pit is still pushing the pillar of smoke up into the air, but the whistling seems to be coming from behind the smoke.
+
+Inside the smoke, you finally spot the source of the whistling, Aodaghan. He is casually lounging in the magma pool up to his chest like it's a hot tub, staring at the ceiling and letting his arms rest around the lip of the pool.
+  
+His head bows down slowly, until he finally looks you all in the eye, his green eyes no longer carrying that heat or red glow. "Well look who it is. Excuse me if I don' stand an' shake ya hands, I'm free ballin' in 'ere."  
+  
+*CHALLENGE*  
+His eyes suddenly turn sharp, and he sits upright in the magma, the molten rock clinging to his feathers for a moment before slowly dripping off like water. "You saw what happened to that pack o' Maruder fucks, an' dat was me havin' fun. You sure you're ready fer me at my best?"  
+  
+*IF THEY CONFIRM*  
+He stands up in the pool, the lava stopping just below his waist. "Yer funeral. Follow me." 
+
+He steps out of the pool, the lava trailing down his body like slow water and leaving scorching wet footprints behind him.  
+ 
+(If anyone asks, his naked ass is covered by his wings and tail feathers) 
+ 
+He steps over to a nearby wall and yanks a chunk it to the side, opening a very physically rough stone door with a grating grinding noise. An even deeper heat wave surges through the room, but Aodaghan jumps right into it with no hesitation.
+
+Behind the door is a series of bedrock stairs, and they spiral DOWN deeper into the volcano. You can't immediately see the bottom, but you CAN see trails of lava slowly falling down guided pathways by these stairs, illuminating the path down.
+ 
+*DOWNSTAIRS*
+Halfway down, yo finally see a large stone circle waiting in the middle of an even larger lava moat, and a fully dressed Aodaghan standing in the center, his hands resting on a massive sword handle.
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+He now wears a dark red longcoat with three chains holding the front together over a black sleeveless shirt and matching loose black pants held up by a red rope belt, but still no shoes. His hands are resting on the very end of the handle one over the other, and his gaze has regained its red glow & heat, even in this hellish underground arena.
+ 
+"Took you fucks long enough." He grabs the massive sword by its handle with one hand, picking it up like it's weightless, and aims the blade at your group. "Time to do this right. Aodaghan Panthrandu versus a bunch of gagglefucks with a death wish."
+
+"I CHALLENGE THEE."
+ 
+----- 
+ 
+AFTER THE FIGHT  
+  
+*IF THEY LOSE*  
+He stands before your group shakily, his sword jammed into the ground to help him stay upright. He spits a glob of blood to the side, which catches fire when it makes contact with the ground. "Well fuck me runnin', you little shits ain't half bad."  
+  
+He grabs his shoulder, jerks it upright with a pained grunt, and cracks it back into place. "Come back when you got a little more to offer."
+
+He extends his wings and attempts to fly off, wincing at the first few flaps, but eventually jumps into the air and out the doorway.
+  
+*IF THEY WIN*  
+He grumbles as he lies facedown on the ground, before slowly picking himself up wobbily, using the sword as a support. "Shit... been a while since I lost a fight.." 
+ 
+He jams his sword into the ground a good few inches, then uses it to stand up and right himself. "Well... ya won fair an' square. Here's my Regalia, the Flint Flamberge. It's yer prize fer beatin' me, Kings o' Kings." 
+ 
+He shakily lets go of the sword, then slowly walks his way over to your group, and grabs (player that did the most DMG) by your shirt. He lifts you up to his eye level, the red glow and heat in his eyes now gone, and pulls you in close. "DONT. YOU. DARE. LOSE. MY. SWORD." 
+ 
+He releases you, stumbling backwards toward the stairs, and grabs the nearby wall to steady himself. You see him slowly climb them one at a time, but ater ten steps up, he collapses on the stairs, out cold.