The camp boils with motion. Goblins haul logs to the palisade, and the loot pile sits higher in the center, half-covered in tarps and stolen cloth. A small dark stain freckles the dirt beside the treasure chest.
Old Snarl drags the Patriarch from the shadows and plants him where everyone can see. The nobleman stumbles, pale and furious, as the goblins turn to stare.
The Patriarch
You think a heap of spears and mud walls will save you? My family is already coming.
At the palisade, a pair of goblins wedge fresh logs into place. Others tighten rope bindings around spear shafts, glancing from Rozah to the captive and back again.
Old Snarl
Let them come. Rozah chose the treasure, and now every fang in this camp stands with her.
Rozah the Goblin
They are making the camp ready for a fight.
The Patriarch’s eyes lock on the loot pile, then on Rozah, as if measuring the cost of taking it back. The tribe answers with a hard, hungry silence.
✓ Quest Accepted
Survive the noble family's attack
✓ Quest Accepted
Hold the tribe together through the siege
“I grab the Patriarch by his collar and shove him toward the palisade.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Strength, rolled -2)
Rozah seizes the Patriarch by his collar and shoves hard. He stumbles backward toward the palisade, boots slipping in the wet dirt.
The nobleman catches himself on a fresh log, breath punching out of him. His gaze flicks to Rozah's cut hand, and then to the armed goblins watching.
The Patriarch
You parade me like spoil, goblin. My family will answer this insult in blood.
Old Snarl
Good. Let him see the wall. Let him see the tribe.
A few goblins slam spear butts into the mud and snarl back at the captive. Others tense, grinning too wide, as if his threat only feeds them.
The Patriarch's defiance costs Rozah a smear of blood on her fingers, but it also pins every eye in camp to the same question. War, or shame.
Quest Complete
Hold the tribe together through the siege