The mist splits on the ridge. A column of armored figures emerges, their helms dark, their march steady, and the mountain path begins to shiver under their boots.
The Vanguard Captain
They have come. Hold still, giantess, and you may yet live through this.
He staggers back through the wreckage, reaching for his sword with shaking hands. Beside him, the Bell-Ringer fumbles at a dropped staff, eyes wide with fresh terror.
The Bell-Ringer
If the blade is broken, then the call is broken... unless they reach us first.
Feeh stands over the ford with the split beacon sword in her grip. Its dim light points, like a wound in the air, toward the mountain stronghold hidden above the ridge.
The armored line keeps descending. This is no caravan guard now. This is the stronghold answering the signal, and Feeh has their path in her hands.
✓ Quest Accepted
Hold the ford against the stronghold's reinforcements
“Feeh readies herself to smash the stronghold's forces.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Strength, rolled +1)
Feeh lifts her greatclub from the wreckage, slow and certain, and the broken blade falls forgotten at her feet.
The mountain path below the ridge tightens around the marching column, a dark file of helms and spears descending through mist.
The Vanguard Captain
If you mean to stand, giantess, do it now. They will not stop for warnings.
He plants himself amid the mud and shattered gear, sword half-raised, while the Bell-Ringer recoils behind him with trembling hands.
The Bell-Ringer
Too many. Too close. If she breaks, we die here.
Feeh squares her shoulders to the ford, club poised high, as the front rank of armored figures reaches the last bend.
Across the mist, the dark shapes on the ridge remain, watching the giantess claim the crossing.
“Feeh waits for the forces to approach, then starts swinging.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Melee Combat, rolled +0)
Feeh steps into the swing, and the ford answers with a crack of iron and mud. The front rank breaks apart under her club, shields bursting sideways and helms vanishing into the spray.
A spear line behind them jolts, then staggers, as bodies slam together in the choke of the road. The column cannot spread, and the narrow bend becomes a crush of men and metal.
The Vanguard Captain
She hits like a falling tower... hold the road, hold it!
The Vanguard Captain rushes in from the mud, sword up and teeth bared, but the next blow drives the defenders back past him.
The Bell-Ringer
Don't let them climb over us! They are coming through!
Above the road, the dark shapes on the ridge remain still, watching the ford fill with splintered armor and panic.
Feeh stands over the broken front, club still high, while the survivors scramble at her feet and the path behind them chokes with more steel. The crossing is hers unless the captain can force one more stand.
Quest Complete
Hold the ford against the stronghold's reinforcements
Fault Removed: Prone to Tantrums