At the breach, the violet roots glow smooth and steady, their light pulsing through the palisade like a second heartbeat. Rozah stands inside her thorn cage, and the roots tighten when she nears the trapped Horn-Bearer.
The Horn-Bearer
Stop... please. I yield. Let me live, and I will leave your camp.
A Goblin Lookout
Say the word, Rozah. We can bind them, cast them out, or make an example.
Rozah the Goblin
What do you want from the roots?
The Horn-Bearer
Nothing! I only want out of here. That magic has your scent on it, not mine.
The roots answer with a hard, bright squeeze around the Horn-Bearer, then loosen again, waiting. Around Rozah, the tribe falls quiet, watching her as the living door between them and the forest's corrupted power.
The roots are listening to her, not to the horn.
✓ Quest Accepted
Decide the Horn-Bearer’s fate
“The violet roots snake around my limbs, and up my ace empowering me as i strike the bearer down”
SUCCESS (Legendary Melee Combat, rolled -1)
The roots surge first, not as a trap but as a grip, climbing Rozah’s legs and bracing her swing. Her axe comes down with the full weight of that living power behind it.
The blow lands cleanly. The Horn-Bearer folds into the mud at the breach, stunned into stillness, the pale horn trembling loose beside them.
The violet lattice flares once, then steadies. The camp holds its breath while the trapped roots tighten around Rozah’s stance like a crown.
A Goblin Lookout
That settles it. They are beaten.
A few goblins shift forward, weapons lowering. The breach stays sealed, the forest kept outside by the roots and Rozah’s strike.
The Horn-Bearer
Please... I yield. Just let me live.
The Horn-Bearer lies pinned and helpless, while the camp’s eyes turn to Rozah for the final word.
Quest Complete
Decide the Horn-Bearer’s fate