Welcome to the crazy. (Actually, at the moment, it's rather serious!)

"The high chaos mage of the highest order, Weilder of the Blade of Chaos, Owner of the Cloak of Many Thing, Many Things, Possessor of the Hat of DOOOOM!, Master of all things chaos! I am Zorvan, pleased to meet you!" He does another fancy bow and tips his hat at the same time.

Woari slips into the realm, muttering all the while about cyborg pixies and weirdo robots.

She appears in the falling lobby.

"Now this realm, where is it?" Zarkaeloth's skin starts to turn from it's human skin to blue scales.

"Nowhere, really! It's it's own universe! I inherited from a dying god!" He smiles.

Kilani starts walking around carrying a tray of snacks. She offers some to Zarks.

"None for me." Zarkaeloth's scar across his left eye shows and starts to glow the same deep blue as his scales, revealing the half dragon in his true form, the armor turning from it's silver to a black iron, gold edges to Dark blue edging, more dragon/elf like plating and definitely more regal than before., much tougher, the hood lowered on it's own. "So my true form reveals itself at last." He now speaks in dragonkin. "I suggest you take a good look at this appearance, if the spell still works, it won't be for long. "

"About that... You may have to force a change back. Side effect of the chaos!" He smiles, patting the demon girl on the head and taking one of the snacks.

"Certainly, but eat first! Can't let you fight unfed!" Zorvan fades into the blue, leaving them alone with Kilani.

Woari looks around the falling lobby, then returns to muttering, this time about cheating elementals.

Zarks picks up a leg of chicken and downs it in one bite. "I have had my food, when do we fight?"

Loup giggles at something no one has apparently said. At least in the vicinity.

"Certainly!" Zorvan says, and the castle begins to fade out.

Zarkaeloth spreads his wings, and prepares to fall.

Oddly enough, he does not fall. The castle fades away, and an arena, massive in size, appears around them.

He folds his wings and takes a good observation of his surroundings.

Loup glances around at the arena, before pulling a banana out from the air, peeling it and chewing very slowly as he waits for the other shoe to drop.

And, this being Zorvan's realm, a shoe does drop. A big one. Directly on top of Zorvan, barely missing the others. When it lifts and walks away, Zorvan is nowhere to be seen.

Two instants later, Loup is in the stands, a wall of light is raised between said stands and the arena, and a loud rumble can be heard.

Zarkaeloth grins and unsheathes his blade.

Loup wiggles his fingers at his banana peel, and it vanishes with a poof, somewhere under the surface of the arena, waiting...

Zarkaeloth's scales start to become thicker, turning colours from a deep blue slowly turning purple, then red, his hood comes off, his armour turning from the trimming being blue to blood red, the sword he easily swung not too long ago turns to a broadsword almost twice the size of him, he then takes the overly long sword and lifts it to his shoulder, luckily the hilt grew too or he wouldn't have been able to lift the damn blade. "I'm ready for whatever you can throw at me!" He screams in anticipation for a fight.

A giant bunny appears in front of Zarks. It has dragon wings, a chicken tail, and lizard claws, but it's a bunny.

Zarkaeloth drops his blade and his gauntlets rip, now imagine this, platemail gauntlets, structured like knights armor, just ripped, like cloth. His claws reveal and with that, cover themselves in a flurry of blue flames. He leaps and swipes at the bunny...lizard...dragon... THING. The flames projecting themselves to the bunny THING.