The overgrown path buckles under ferns and wet roots. Teef pushes through a curtain of thorn and mist, warhammer in hand, when a hulking warrior steps out between the trees and blocks the way.
He is broad as an ox, mail dark with travel grime, a greatsword resting across one shoulder. He looks Teef up and down, then bares his teeth in a sneer.
The Bulwark Warrior
So this is the famed little goblin. I expected a champion, not a scrap of a thing with a hammer too big for her arms.
The blade shifts, leveling toward the path. His stance says he wants obedience, or a show.
The Bulwark Warrior
Drop it. Yield your reputation to me, and I let you crawl away with your freedom intact.
Rain beads on Teef’s armor. The warrior’s eyes flick to her claws, then to the warhammer again, as if measuring whether his joke will become a body.
The Bulwark Warrior
Or prove your strength in the dirt, and let the wilds decide whose name is worth carrying.
Somewhere behind him, the undergrowth rustles, and the narrow path leaves no easy room to pass.
✓ Quest Accepted
Prove your strength to the Bulwark Warrior
“Teef immediately swings for the warrior.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Melee Combat, rolled +2)
Teef steps in and swings low and hard. The warhammer crashes into the Bulwark Warrior’s guard, then drives through it with a sickening jolt.
Metal screams. His greatsword jerks sideways, and his boots skid in the mud as the blow knocks him off balance.
The Bulwark Warrior
Hah... that all?
Teef keeps the pressure on, shoulders forward, hammer already recovering as he stumbles back a full step.
The Bulwark Warrior
No scrap should hit that hard.
The path opens for a breath, his mocking grin gone, replaced by a hard, cautious stare.
Behind him, the brush rustles again, and now the sound feels like a second pair of eyes weighing the winner.
“Teef doesn't give him time to go for a swing of his own, she strikes again.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Melee Combat, rolled +0)
Teef answers the opening with no pause, driving in under his guard before he can recover.
Her warhammer slams into his ribs with a brutal crack, and the Bulwark Warrior folds around the blow.
The Bulwark Warrior
Gh... impossible.
He stumbles sideways, greatsword sagging, and his boots churn fresh mud where his balance breaks again.
The Bulwark Warrior
Too small for this much power... no.
The trembling brush behind him goes still, as if whatever watches has decided the answer for now.
The warrior looks up at Teef, hunched and rattled, his challenge drained into shock.
Quest Complete
Prove your strength to the Bulwark Warrior
New Gift: Bulwark Stance