ID: 101

Outcome: Narrow Victory

Open After Story: No

Manual Prompt: Yes

Text:

Following the secret map, you crossed the desert, traversed mounds that moved and labyrinths of razor sharp stones, and hid from deadly sandstorms by crawling across an ancient riverbed... At last, you reached this paradise yet unknown to and untouched by tyranny. Such beauty and tranquility, it felt less like a real place, but a dream come true... You plunged into the lake at its heart and tasted sweetness: the purity of molten snow from the highest mountain peaks. You also tasted bitterness: the saltiness of tears streaming down your cheeks...

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Conditions:

• Not Table Has Tag (Follower) = 1

Result Text:

You became a hermit. In this secluded corner of the world, you had time to cleanse your soul. Wealth held no value there – you crafted your tools and grew your own food. The climate, spring-like all year, spared you the need for much clothing. A revelation unfolded within you – in this blessed sanctuary of nature, you were both protected and imprisoned by your solitude. But if you were to leave, all the evil that had once tormented you would find you once more...

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (Follower) = 1
• Table Has Tag (Male) with Tag (Follower) = 1
• Counter (7000420) < 1

Result Text:

With your own hands, you and your companion built a home. In this secluded place, you cleansed your soul. Wealth had no value here – you hunted with your hands. A pair of priceless swords or two simple sticks made no difference in your afternoon spars. But such peace was not without cost. A revelation unfolded in your hearts – in this blessed sanctuary of nature, you were both protected and imprisoned by your solitude. And if you ever left, all the evil that had once tormented you would find you again...

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (Follower) = 1
• Table Has Tag (Male) with Tag (Follower) = 1
• Counter (7000420) ≥ 1

Result Text:

You could no longer see the world around you. Yet the beauty your companion spoke of – the mist-laden air, the scent of damp earth – all of it nourished your soul. In time, the land took shape within you. You knew the shifting patterns of every leaf, the dips and rises of the earth beneath your feet. Deer did not startle at your approach, and migrating birds passed your voice down to their young. You abandoned cloth and weave, for such things only dulled your closeness to the earth. Your companion followed suit – there was no one watching anymore. Now and then, some lost traveler stumbled into your oasis. When they departed, they swore they had glimpsed the sanctuary of gods. But alas, none ever found their way back to that paradise...

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (Follower) = 1
• Table Has Tag (Female) with Tag (Follower) = 1
• Counter (7000420) < 1

Result Text:

With your own hands, you and your companion built a home for yourselves. The past was behind you. Here, you renewed your bond as partners in love and in life, birthing the next generation as the only humans in this paradise. Wealth lost all meaning. You grew and gathered your food. No finery was needed to adorn your forms – when placed between your lover's breasts, a colorful pebble was as lovely as a ruby. You raised many children and gave them all that you could, and nature, too, bestowed its gifts upon them – extraordinary intelligence, strength, and purity of mind. Finally, the day came when a realization dawned on you: your children should not remain confined to this hidden world forever. Though evil awaited beyond, they had to choose their own paths. And you – you, too, had your demons to face. So you wove clothes, crafted weapons, dried fruit and meat. You set out for the journey... That's another legend waiting to be told.

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (Follower) = 1
• Table Has Tag (Female) with Tag (Follower) = 1
• Counter (7000420) ≥ 1

Result Text:

You could no longer see the world around you. Yet the beauty your companion spoke of – the mist-laden air, the scent of damp earth – all of it nourished your soul. In time, the land took shape within you. You knew the shifting patterns of every leaf, the dips and rises of the earth beneath your feet. Deer did not startle at your approach, and migrating birds passed your voice down to their young. You abandoned cloth and weave, for such things only dulled your closeness to the earth. Your companion followed suit. You became accustomed to her scent, and more and more familiar with the ridges and crevices of her body. Now and then, some lost traveler stumbled into your oasis. When they departed, they swore they had glimpsed the sanctuary of gods. But alas, none ever found their way back to that paradise...

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (Follower) ≥ 2
• Table Has Tag (Male) with Tag (Follower) = 1
• Table Has Tag (Female) with Tag (Follower) = 1
• Counter (7000420) < 1

Result Text:

With your own hands, you and your companions built a home for yourselves. The past was behind you, your old identities and vows gone. Here, you became family – the only family that existed in this paradise. Wealth lost all meaning. You grew, gathered, and hunted for your food. Swords of steel or wood, crowns of gold or flowers, jewels of stone or gems... they mattered little to you. Without the veil of power and vanity, you can finally indulge fully in each other's emotions and pleasures. You raised many children and gave them all that you could, and nature, too, bestowed its gifts upon them – extraordinary intelligence, strength, and purity of mind. Finally, the day came when a realization dawned on you: your children should not remain confined to this hidden world forever. Though evil awaited beyond, they had to choose their own paths. And you – you, too, had your demons to face. So you wove clothes, crafted weapons, dried fruit and meat. You set out for the journey... That's another legend waiting to be told.

Conditions:

• Table Has Tag (Follower) ≥ 2
• Table Has Tag (Male) with Tag (Follower) = 1
• Table Has Tag (Female) with Tag (Follower) = 1
• Counter (7000420) ≥ 1

Result Text:

You could no longer see the world around you. Yet the beauty your companion spoke of – the mist-laden air, the scent of damp earth – all of it nourished your soul. In time, the land took shape within you. You knew the shifting patterns of every leaf, the dips and rises of the earth beneath your feet. Deer did not startle at your approach, and migrating birds passed your voice down to their young. You abandoned cloth and weave, for such things only dulled your closeness to the earth. Your companion followed suit – there was no one watching anymore. Your companions accepted you for who you are. In the day, they would leave you to your solitary wanderings, to the warm sunlight in the clearings, to the nuzzling of beasts and birds. At night, they embraced you with their own warmth, a landscape of rolling hills and beautiful fields you were most familiar with. Now and then, some lost traveler stumbled into your oasis. When they departed, they swore they had glimpsed the sanctuary of gods. But alas, none ever found their way back to that paradise...

Conditions:

• Counter (7000373) ≥ 1

Result Text:

She was always there, the Magician, tempting you. Her laughter rode the wind through the trees. Her reflection wavered on the water's surface. The fire's flickering light sometimes twisted into obscene pantomimes of your union... And yet, as long as you withstood the test – as long as you did not reach out – this sanctuary remained safe. You repeated this to yourself, again and again.

Conditions:

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

Result Text:

When the night was still and quiet, you would hear [table.被献祭.name]'s moans in the woods – whether they were moans of pleasure or pain you could not tell. 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. When you shot a bird, or bled a deer, you would see it, looking back at you in the pool of blood. Such sights kept you away from your food, each time for longer periods of time...

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.

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