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Yarr! This be my first return to Black Rock in a few years. Ol' Rattlebones the cloud giant skeleton was robbed o' the championship last time. This time, though, I'll have a beastie to win me back my coin, and then some, don't ye doubt.

Yarr. I haven't found a beastie to replace Ol' Rattlebones, so I won't be throwin' in this year. Ye kin be sure I'll be placin' bets though. I've got an angle...

Sincerest apologies, but Sparky will not be there to defend his title.

Can't wait to hear the outcome from this year, though! Last year was a ton of fun!

Yar! And ye'd best believe that me an' Ol' Rattlebones would show up ta thwart yer defense if'n ya were showin' up...don't ye doubt. Rassumfrassum stupid durned fire elemental anyhow...

It appears the charming Captain Michael Kortes may have trouble making port in Seattle this year, so he's passed the mic to another MC for this year's...

Green Blood on a Black Rock

"You heard me right! my troll Bertha here can tear your stupid beast apart in a heartbeat. Yeah, I’d bet my entire hull on it!”
No monster-fighting tournament is more barbaric and senseless than the annual Green Blood on a Black Rock. You play a dastardly Free Captain ready to bet his hull full of captured goods that your enslaved beastie can shred all comers. Come to this event with a cool pirate name and shrewdly draft from a list of available critters. Then play your beasts in a bracketed, one-on-one, anything-goes death match. Bring your luckiest die, 'cause there will be a lot of green blood on everybody’s favorite black rock. The captain whose monster survives to the end gets the honor of having one of the most famous monsters of the Sodden lands, the monster to win Green Blood on a Black Rock for 4710 A.R.!

No characters required – just bring lot’s of energy and, if handy, perhaps a Bestiary. You may wish to read up on the Sodden Lands in the PCCS (hardcover) book on p. 135 for flavor. Note this is an elimination game and it won’t fill the time slot for everybody. Some people are either going to wind-up spectators or enjoy a long lunch! Spectators welcome for side bets and cheering!

Yarr! If'n I can make it back to the Eye in time, ye kin bet yer bodkins I'll be bringing some beasties that'll assure me the winner this time around!

Yarr! Ol' Rattlebones woulda made it to the final round, if'n that cowardly excuse of a render hadn't been duckin' boulders an' just charged inta the fray like a real monster!

Pfah, no skin of me nose...I still came out ahead in gold, and I'll be seein' ya scurvy dogs next year. Mark me words, I'll be bringin' a champion next time.