ID: 100

Outcome: Narrow Victory

Open After Story: Yes

Manual Prompt: Yes

Text:

Through endless hardships, crossing deserts, mountains, and wilderness... you reached this foreign land. Such prosperity! Such marvels!

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Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (lock_70) < 1
• Counter (7000420) < 1

Result Text:

What a vast nation – you continued traveling, but the road would stretch on and on to new discoveries and stranger wonders. As a foreigner, you drew attention. But you had learned to navigate the shifting tides of hostility, curiosity, and kindness… Compared to the life of an influential courtier, perhaps this – this endless wandering – was what you had been born for.

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (lock_70) < 5
• Table Has Tag (lock_70) ≥ 1

Result Text:

Upon your funds' depletion, a general guarding the borderlands took you in. One of his subordinates spoke your tongue, and soon you earned their respect through your wisdom and legendary adventures. In the following days, you served the general as an adviser and friend... Your words and deeds – unknown to chronicles and historians though they may be – played their role in shaping another country's history.

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (lock_70) < 10
• Table Has Tag (lock_70) ≥ 5
• Counter (7000420) < 1

Result Text:

You ventured deep inland, all the way, until you saw the sea gain. You even found some familiar faces! Merchants that traded with the Sultanate – the world is truly connected! So you invested in your own fleet... not an entirely legal endeavor, but nothing that could not be solved with ingenuity and wealth. After the Sultan's Game, few things are ever considered challenging to you. Eventually, your fleet returned to the Sultan's port... yet time and distance had left their marks on you, transformed you, remade you, ensuring that you would not be recognized. In the end, you did not set foot ashore.

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (lock_70) ≥ 10
• Counter (7000420) < 1

Result Text:

Arriving at the empire's capital, you presented the supreme monarch (yes, another one) with exotic treasures, legends, and knowledge as offerings. He is no kinder than the Sultan, but he is much calmer, and possessed a subtle patience that matched his allusive style... Long story short, you rose to be one of his most favored courtiers.

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (lock_70) ≥ 5
• Counter (7000420) ≥ 1

Result Text:

Having lost your eyes, it was challenging to find a place in this foreign realm – until one day, an esteemed monk sought you out for the translation of some ancient texts. This was your turn of fate. Your legendary adventures and well-tested wisdom attracted people from far and wide. They regarded you as a sage from a distant land. Through theology and philosophy your soul found solace... as the days of your life passed, some things started to take shape in the darkness of your sights. Fate. Divinity. Plans yet unfolding around you... One day, some day, you shall uncover them all.

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (lock_70) < 1
• Counter (7000420) ≥ 1

Result Text:

Wandering, endless wandering. This is a magnificent land, and yet her beauty shall forever lie beyond your sight. Bound by Darkness, your soul, the landscape of your heart, remains forever imprisoned in the Sultan's realm...

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (Passion) ≥ 2
• Counter (7000420) ≥ 1

Result Text:

Let's talk about those who love you... Very few were so fortunate as to possess the love of many at once. But you had proven your worth through sacrifice. Soft whispers described to you the exotic scenery all around. Tender caresses guided your path. In the darkness, you could not see the face of this foreign realm. Perhaps, it was the domain of love that you had arrived in.

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (Passion) ≥ 2
• Counter (7000420) < 1

Result Text:

You escaped with as many lovers as possible – the least you could do for love. Perhaps you underestimated the difficulty of maintaining this much love and passion. This might be even more challenging than the Sultan's Game. But at least, when things were going well, you have found enviable happiness aplenty...

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (Passion) = 0

Result Text:

After leaving the Sultan's Game, you met plenty of women and men, many of whom fell in love with you, some of whom received your affection... But you could no longer find happiness in passion. They have not shared the Sultan's Game with you. Such shallow exchanges of bodies and moods... how could they console your soul?

Conditions:

• Counter (7000373) ≥ 1

Result Text:

It was hard to say whether the Magician had given or taken more from you. From then on, love became an impossibility –you could no longer find meaningful care or passion in your life. Anyone who came close to you sensed that your attention and thoughts had long been captivated by something strange and ominous. Everything you did might have only been a distraction while you waited for her reappearance…

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (lock_80) = 1
• Counter (7000373) < 1

Result Text:

During moments of intimacy, you would have occasional flashbacks of the the scene of [table.被献祭.name]'s sacrifice. Such visions were not themselves frightful. They did not fill you with guilt. You committed plenty of acts that weigh you down with guilt, but it was a burden you could bear to live with. What truly terrified you was the envy you felt towards [table.被献祭.gender]. You kept imagining, if it were you... perhaps therein lied redemption... or truth. Again and again, you doused your body with ice-cold water to rid yourself of such absurd thoughts.

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (lock_81) = 1
• Counter (7000373) < 1

Result Text:

[table.被牺牲.name]'s face haunted you. Sometimes, it was reflected in a blade. Sometimes, it was on the body of another one of your victims... Someday, this fear will grip you, and death will catch up to you... Perhaps then, you will finally know peace.

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (lock_82) = 1
• Counter (7000373) < 1

Result Text:

Occasionally, you thought of [table.被驱逐.name]. Was [table.被驱逐.gender] still roaming the wilderness? Or perhaps [table.被驱逐.name]'s ghost would one day cross the wilderness in search of vengeance? Such dreams kept you up at night...

Conditions:

• Counter (7000373) < 1
• Counter (7000374) < 1

Result Text:

As time passed, even nightmares faded. But you still felt the occasional fear when you looked into the distance, dreading that you would see a familiar figure, that some day, a magician would come, carrying with her a game befitting a Sultan.

Conditions:

• Counter (7000394) ≥ 1
• Counter (7000386) ≥ 1
• Counter (7000382) ≥ 1

Result Text:

Some of the children you once taught have traced your footsteps here. They built a humble academy in the local streets, in imitation of your old Nursery. Here, beggars, cutpurses, and strays alike were given equal education; their stomachs filled, their minds sharpened, their voices heard, their paths free to choose. And so, generation after generation, your Nursery never lacked for blooming flowers; your desk was always tidied by eager hands. When night fell, you and your beloved would tell them stories of the Sultan's realm – mere stories, now, nothing more... And each time you remembered this, peace settled over you like the hush of dusk.

Conditions:

• Counter (7000395) ≥ 1
• Counter (7000383) ≥ 1
• Counter (7000391) ≥ 1

Result Text:

Not long after you secured your footing in this land, something wholly unexpected happened – some of your former pupils traced your steps here. Passionate and romantic by nature, schooled in the Way of the Warrior’s Victory under Jebal’s tutelage, they soon found their calling in China. They raised a stage, draped it in brilliant fabrics, and wielded wooden blades and golden-painted swords. Their troupe became famous, for they performed stories never before seen: tales of a distant land, where a tyrant bound his subjects to cruel games, where loyal ministers were forced to play or perish... Sometimes, you would sit among the audience, watching as the actors reenact your past. You would watch as the stage-you embraced a lover in sorrow, gathered belongings against time, and fled into the night, away from the Sultan's insidious temptations. The crowd applauded the performances. You would applaud, too – for your past, for where you are now.

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