The violet roots rise higher, knitting wetly together beneath Rozah’s feet. What was wreckage becomes a throne, pulsing like a second heart, hungry for a queen.
Rozah the Goblin
The roots are getting bigger.
Kraz backs away from the perimeter, one hand lifted as if to ward off a storm. The Hooded Rider plants himself beside them, tense and ready, both of them watching Rozah for the moment she loses the line.
Kraz
Rozah, keep it down. If it crowns you wrong, it eats through the camp next.
Hooded Rider
Then hold it. A throne is only useful if it obeys.
The throne surges toward Rozah’s legs, roots snapping like jaws around her calves. The whole grove shudders, waiting, as if the forest itself demands a command or a meal.
Rozah stands at the center of it all, with the corruption no longer spreading outward, but pressing in, forcing her to master it now or let it claim her tribe next.
✓ Quest Accepted
Master the violet roots as a permanent extension of Rozah’s power
“I command the roots to weave into a seat that bows to my will.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +3)
Rozah presses her will into the throne, and the violet roots answer at once. They stop climbing, curl inward, and braid themselves into a broad seat that lowers beneath her weight like a sworn servant.
Rozah the Goblin
It obeys.
The roots finish their work, locking into a stable shape. Their teeth smooth back into polished ridges, and the throne settles, steady and waiting, instead of lashing out.
A thin pulse runs through the pale horn at Rozah's side, then echoes through the throne itself, as if both relic and roots recognize the same master.
Kraz
That. That is better. Keep that shape.
Hooded Rider
It bows to you now. The forest just admitted it.
At the throne’s base, a seam opens in the violet wood and spills out a small knot of luminous sap, untouched and waiting, a hidden prize only Rozah’s command reveals.
Quest Complete
Master the violet roots as a permanent extension of Rozah’s power