The mountain pass of Oakhaven is quiet, save for the rhythmic crunch of gravel under Wolfie’s boots. The morning fog clings to the jagged limestone cliffs. Suddenly, the silence shatters as a robed figure crashes through the brush, collapsing into the dirt path.
Aethelgard
Please. You must listen. They promised my kin mercy if I delivered the tribute, but they only brought steel.
Three figures emerge from the treeline, their obsidian blades dripping with dark, viscous ichor. They circle the fallen emissary, ignoring Wolfie entirely.
Wolfie
If I keep walking, I can probably reach the village by noon and sleep until next week. If I stop, someone is going to demand I actually do something heroic.
Aethelgard
Stranger. They serve the Devourer of Veins. If you turn away, there will be nothing left of this valley by sunset.
The lead assailant steps forward, his eyes glowing with a sickening, necrotic green hue. He levels his blade at Wolfie’s throat, waiting for a reaction.
+ Scene Quest Added
Defend the valley from the Devourer of Veins
“Groan theatrically and ask questions”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +0)
Wolfie
Could you not? I was halfway through a mental itinerary for a nap, and now there is glowing green light pollution in my line of sight.
Assailant One
The Devourer does not suffer idlers. You die with the worm.
Wolfie
If I have to move, I am at least going to be petty about it. Let us see if these cultists have any manners when they are floating upside down.
Wolfie raises a single finger, the air around his hand beginning to ripple with a faint, cobalt-colored static. The lead assailant hesitates, his blade wavering as he senses a pressure far heavier than he expected.
Wolfie
So, are we doing this? Or can I go find a nice patch of moss to pass out on?
“*Sigh and move like you've been on a thousand battlefields because technically, you have, maybe not in THIS lifetime but then, your being has never be3n truly limited by things like space... or time*”
SUCCESS (Great Battle experience (Past lives), rolled +2)
Wolfie
Well, if you insist on the theatrical approach.
The fatigue vanishes from Wolfie, replaced by a cold, ancient stillness. He pivots on his heel with a fluid grace that mocks the clumsy lunges of his foes, his hand sweeping through the air in a perfect, geometric arc.
Assailant One
What in the
Gravity simply forgets to hold onto the three men. With a sickening lurch, their boots lose purchase against the mountain pass, and they are yanked upward, arms flailing as they drift into the fog-choked canopy, upside down and utterly helpless. The obsidian blade spins through the air, clattering harmlessly against a jagged limestone outcrop before sliding into the abyss.
Wolfie
Honestly, the theatrics of this profession are truly the most exhausting part.
Quest Complete
Defend the valley from the Devourer of Veins
Fault Removed: Casual indifference to danger