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“Let’s get you started. The good news is that by defeating Agnetta, you’ve earned yourself a spot in the next round of matches. The bad news is that all your opponents will also have defeated someone in the first round. Do not expect pushovers.”
-Lok’lira the Crone
Lok’lira the Crone in Brunnhildar Village wants you to defeat 6 Victorious Challengers.

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Quest Giver: Lok’lira the Crone — Brunnhildar Village, Storm Peaks [47, 69]
Objective: Defeat 6 Victorious Challengers in Brunnhildar Village.
Quick Facts
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Finding the Challengers
Starting a Fight
Combat Tips
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Lore Context
This is the second round of the Hyldsmeet. Lok’lira explains that by defeating Agnetta, you earned a spot in the next bracket. Your opponents this time have also won their first-round fights, so Lok’lira warns you not to expect pushovers.
The Hyldsmeet is a bracket-style tournament of single combat between Hyldnir warriors. The winner ultimately earns the right to rule at Thorim’s side.
Of course, Thorim has been in a depressive stupor at the Temple of Storms for centuries, making the competition somewhat hollow. The Hyldnir keep fighting anyway, waiting for the day their champion can finally ascend to claim the prize.
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Vikstone's War Journal“Let’s get you started.” Lok’lira’s tone suggested she was enjoying this more than she should. “The good news is that by defeating Agnetta, you’ve earned yourself a spot in the next round of matches. The bad news is that all your opponents will also have defeated someone in the first round.”
A pause.
“Do not expect pushovers.”

Six Victorious Challengers waited throughout Brunnhildar Village. Each had already killed to reach this round. Each looked at my borrowed vrykul form and saw easy prey.
The first accepted my challenge with a grin. “Let’s do this, sister.”
“Good luck,” she answered. “You’ll need it.”
She was wrong.
Six fights. Six different styles. One charged shield-first, overwhelming force. Another circled, patient, probing for weakness. A third relied on reach, keeping distance until she couldn’t. The fourth was fast but overconfident. The fifth fought smart but telegraphed her intentions. The sixth came at me with nothing held back, rage and technique combined.
Six times my shield caught their attacks. Six times my mace answered. The Hyldnir respected strength above all else, and I gave them strength until they stopped getting up.
By the end, my arms burned and my shield bore new dents. Blood steamed in the frozen air, mostly not mine.
Lok’lira met my return with something approaching respect. “You’ve done it. You’ve bested some of the fiercest fighters the Hyldnir race has to offer.”
Somewhere in those six fights, I’d stopped pretending to be one of them and simply become what they valued most: a warrior who wouldn’t fall.