Rozah drags the violet roots to the thicket’s edge, where the old trees stand packed and watchful. The corrupted vines twitch toward the living wall, hungry for a fresh vein of earth.
She shoves the roots into the rival grove. Bark splits. Pale leaves shiver. The hunger leaps, not back toward the tribe, but deeper into the ancient trunks.
Hooded Rider
It takes. Keep it there, Rozah.
Kraz
The roots are feeding on the old trees instead of us. That is a better bite.
The pale horn at Rozah’s side starts to hum. Violet veins creep over her forearm in answer, then slow as the thicket drinks harder than her body does.
For one hard breath, the tribe’s danger and Rozah’s curse balance on the same knife edge, the forest eating itself while she holds the leash.
✓ Quest Accepted
Keep the violet roots feeding on the rival grove
“I force the roots deeper into the thicket to ensure they stay fed.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Strength, rolled +0)
Rozah drives her weight forward, and the violet roots obey. They sink past brittle bark and into the dark, living tangle beyond, gorging themselves deeper in the rival grove.
The old trees shudder, then hold. Their roots take the strain, and the hunger stops clawing at Rozah’s body.
The pale horn at her side keeps its faint rhythm, but the violet veins on her forearm slow and fade to a steady pulse.
Hooded Rider
Good. Let the grove swallow the curse.
Kraz
It has settled. The roots are feeding cleanly, for now.
Rozah’s grip holds the leash, and the corrupted growth stays turned away from her tribe. For a breath, the clearing goes still, while the rival trees continue to drink.
Quest Complete
Keep the violet roots feeding on the rival grove