Rites
The creature from the mirror hungers—for more reflections, more forms, more knowledge. You feel its yearning like a weight in the air.
ID: 5000302
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 1 days
Waits For: 7 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0
Starts Automatically: No
Triggers Result Automatically: No
Tag Tips: None
Tag Tips Up: None
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Knowing the unknown dangers, you forbade others from further contact with that unnatural creature. Deprived of reflections to feed upon, its glow dimmed... until at last, your storeroom held only a silent mirror. You ordered it shrouded in thick carpets and sealed within an iron chest—lest its mischief stir anew.
It hungers for more
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
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Pops: None
An inspiring character
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
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This one's face casts no reflection in the mirror
This monster's face casts no reflection in the mirror
This one may serve as the Mirror’s reference
Tips: It needs the right one to mimic.
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- Any
- Slot #2 Has Card = Masked Warrior
- Slot #2 Has Card = Roaming Swordsman
- Slot #2 Has Card = Jabal
- Slot #2 Has Card = Adila
- Slot #2 Has Card = Faris
- Slot #2 Has Card = Shama
- Slot #2 Has Card = Gullis
- Slot #2 Has Card = Jemor
- Slot #2 Has Card = Hamar
- Slot #2 Has Card = Habib
- Slot #2 Has Card = Iman
- Slot #2 Has Card = Alim
- Slot #2 Has Card = Lumera
- Slot #2 Has Card = Mahir
- Slot #2 Has Card = Inal
- Slot #2 Has Card = Badriyyah
- Slot #2 Has Tag (Wife) = 1
- Slot #2 Has Card = Nayla
- Slot #2 Has Card = Qais
- Slot #2 Has Card = Jawad
- Slot #2 Has Card = Fatuna
- Slot #2 Has Card = Jalila
- Slot #2 Has Card = Raed
- Slot #2 Has Card = Aziz
- Slot #2 Has Card = Zephyr
- Slot #2 Has Card = ?
- Slot #2 Has Card = Amur
- Slot #2 Has Card = Jenna
- Slot #2 Has Card = Zaki
- Slot #2 Has Card = Nabhani
- Slot #2 Has Card = Junah
- Slot #2 Has Tag (falajie) = 1
- Slot #2 Has Card = Hassan
- Slot #2 Has Card = Malkina
- Slot #2 Has Card = Zephyr's Wife
- Slot #2 Has Card = Salwiyah
- Slot #2 Has Card = Fardak
- Slot #2 Has Card = Lady Becky
- Slot #2 Has Card = Arzuna
- Slot #2 Has Card = Bharat
This rite has no prior outcome.
Why learn from humans when cats will do? You place Lady Becky before the crystalline being... the creature hesitates—but the cat is already rubbing against its ankles.
Light erupts where they touch, swirling through its mirror-like form—splintering, scattering like fireworks. Revelation, not in words, but in shared joy. The secrets of life, understood. Gratitude floods you.
When the glow fades, a second cat sits there—same breed as Lady Becky, but with different markings. They sniff each other, tails twitching in mutual curiosity.
And so you gain a new pet. It refuses to explain further, of course. You are but a foolish human, a servant to scoop its litter. It is the superior being now. The true ruler of this world. A very cute one.
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You commanded Seliman to guard you as you studied the mirror-born creature—yet the crystalline form already reflected his face. Slowly, visions surfaced: the Consort’s visage, the Sultan’s face… As Seliman recoiled in dread, the creature drank them in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—forging itself anew. Hair, armor, weapons emerged, a human’s guise. Then a human’s voice: "Shall I learn his loyalty or his treachery? A pity—I excel at neither, nor do I care."
The newly shaped warrior laughed, brushing aside Seliman’s blade, and took position at your other flank—poised to guard or strike.
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You commanded Seliman to guard you as you studied the mirror-born creature—yet the crystalline form already reflected his face. Slowly, visions surfaced: the Consort’s visage, the Sultan’s face… As Seliman recoiled in dread, the creature drank them in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—forging itself anew. Hair, armor, weapons emerged, a human’s guise. Then a human’s voice: "Shall I learn his loyalty or his treachery? A pity—I excel at neither, nor do I care."
The newly shaped warrior laughed, brushing aside Seliman’s blade, and took position at your other flank—poised to guard or strike.
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When the nameless swordsman met the mirror-born creature, his burning eyes became constellations in the reflection—merging with the crystal’s glow. You saw it then: the fall of his highland kingdom... royal blood overflowing, fire and ash beneath starlight... Drinking it all in, the creature forged a face of hard lines, armor of ornate steel—adorned like a man, and speaking like one:
"Ah, you wish me to play the grieving swordsman of a fallen realm? Don’t look so startled. The stars always insist on sharing their tales... and I don’t despise the role. Only pray you’re less tiresome than they are."
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When the nameless swordsman met the mirror-born creature, his burning eyes became constellations in the reflection—merging with the crystal’s glow. You saw it then: the fall of his highland kingdom... royal blood overflowing, fire and ash beneath starlight... Drinking it all in, the creature forged a face of hard lines, armor of ornate steel—adorned like a man, and speaking like one:
"Ah, you wish me to play the grieving swordsman of a fallen realm? Don’t look so startled. The stars always insist on sharing their tales... and I don’t despise the role. Only pray you’re less tiresome than they are."
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So this was the fabled monster that could mimic adventurers! Jabal's eyes gleamed with anticipation—what better sparring partner than a copy of himself? The mirror-like surface drank in his eager face, while the shimmering aura behind it shifted into deserts, battlefields, dense jungles... Feasting on these adventures, the creature began reshaping itself—muscles, armor, leather straps—arming itself like a man, speaking like one: "I've seen places no mirror has ever reflected. Fascinating. Human, you'd better deliver on these experiences... Shall we depart at once?"
Fortunately, Jabal welcomed all comers—be they rivals or allies.
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So this was the fabled monster that could mimic adventurers! Jabal's eyes gleamed with anticipation—what better sparring partner than a copy of himself? The mirror-like surface drank in his eager face, while the shimmering aura behind it shifted into deserts, battlefields, dense jungles... Feasting on these adventures, the creature began reshaping itself—muscles, armor, leather straps—arming itself like a man, speaking like one: "I've seen places no mirror has ever reflected. Fascinating. Human, you'd better deliver on these experiences... Shall we depart at once?"
Fortunately, Jabal welcomed all comers—be they rivals or allies.
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The crystalline being laughed at Adila's wariness... It's surface warped like a carnival mirror, reflecting a grotesque Adila—twisting through the female warrior's stances in rapid succession: ferocity, then rage, anguish, helplessness, endurance, confusion... Drinking in these faces—perhaps even thoughts and memories—the creature reshaped itself. Hair, cloth, armor, and weapons emerged, arming itself as human do. Then came a human's voice:
"Like this female warrior... Hunting the grandest songs, challenging only the deadliest prey, laughing in fate's teeth... Yes, I begin to see."
The newly forged fighter crossed blades with Adila—steel kissing steel as they circled, arms weaving, eyes locked—until the creature found the perfect balance for the weapon's weight.
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The crystalline being laughed at Adila's wariness... It's surface warped like a carnival mirror, reflecting a grotesque Adila—twisting through the female warrior's stances in rapid succession: ferocity, then rage, anguish, helplessness, endurance, confusion... Drinking in these faces—perhaps even thoughts and memories—the creature reshaped itself. Hair, cloth, armor, and weapons emerged, arming itself as human do. Then came a human's voice:
"Like this female warrior... Hunting the grandest songs, challenging only the deadliest prey, laughing in fate's teeth... Yes, I begin to see."
The newly forged fighter crossed blades with Adila—steel kissing steel as they circled, arms weaving, eyes locked—until the creature found the perfect balance for the weapon's weight.
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A pack of hunting dogs, large and small, circled the strange mirror-born creature, barking wildly... and within the creature's form, their reflections twisted—merging with Faris’ face... then swallowed whole, reforged into skin, fur, and armor. Adorned like a man, it spoke like one: "You mean to be like the man, not his dogs, yes? Though his soul is tangled too deep with theirs—hounds leading the hunter, not the hunter choosing their prey... Woof, I think I understand."
The newly shaped warrior crouched, letting the hounds lick and fawn over him—much to Faris’ chagrin.
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A pack of hunting dogs, large and small, circled the strange mirror-born creature, barking wildly... and within the creature's form, their reflections twisted—merging with Faris’ face... then swallowed whole, reforged into skin, fur, and armor. Adorned like a man, it spoke like one: "You mean to be like the man, not his dogs, yes? Though his soul is tangled too deep with theirs—hounds leading the hunter, not the hunter choosing their prey... Woof, I think I understand."
The newly shaped warrior crouched, letting the hounds lick and fawn over him—much to Faris’ chagrin.
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Shama mistook it for some artful contraption meant to break a Extravagance Card. She tilted her head, studying, appraising… unaware her own reflection had begun to shift—the mirror warping, cracking, blooming: bodies tangled in different ways, dances to unheard music, pain and pleasure twisting together… The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "What a peculiar creature you are! Always full of surprises… Ah, and this gift." Even as it sculpted its face to match Shama’s tastes, the mirror-born thing drew something forth from its waist—long, crystalline… and when fear prickled your skin, it took shape at last: a sword.
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Shama mistook it for some artful contraption meant to break a Extravagance Card. She tilted her head, studying, appraising… unaware her own reflection had begun to shift—the mirror warping, cracking, blooming: bodies tangled in different ways, dances to unheard music, pain and pleasure twisting together… The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "What a peculiar creature you are! Always full of surprises… Ah, and this gift." Even as it sculpted its face to match Shama’s tastes, the mirror-born thing drew something forth from its waist—long, crystalline… and when fear prickled your skin, it took shape at last: a sword.
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This was the foul sorcery Gulis feared most—the wicked shamans of the tribes stealing souls through mirrors! He grumbled, yet pride kept him at your side. As if answering his curses, the mirror-born thing began shaping its form—lithe and powerful as Gullis himself... The creature stretched its slender frame, flesh still half-crystal, and in the reflection, Gullis' face twisted into an arrow—loosed straight through the warrior’s resolve. With stolen thoughts and memories, it forged armor, straps, a face, arming itself as men do, then spoke: "Patient as a hunter? I assure you, no hunter has a mirror’s patience."
The newborn warrior took its place beside Gullis, who—with a wary glare—puffed out his chest in challenge.
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This was the foul sorcery Gulis feared most—the wicked shamans of the tribes stealing souls through mirrors! He grumbled, yet pride kept him at your side. As if answering his curses, the mirror-born thing began shaping its form—lithe and powerful as Gullis himself... The creature stretched its slender frame, flesh still half-crystal, and in the reflection, Gullis' face twisted into an arrow—loosed straight through the warrior’s resolve. With stolen thoughts and memories, it forged armor, straps, a face, arming itself as men do, then spoke: "Patient as a hunter? I assure you, no hunter has a mirror’s patience."
The newborn warrior took its place beside Gullis, who—with a wary glare—puffed out his chest in challenge.
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You let these brigands test the mirror-born creature—they were expendable, after all. As if sensing your thoughts, the mirror twisted its greedy, ugly face... conjuring visions of gold and jewels tumbling within its crystalline form. Bewitched by the sight, [s2.name] raised weapon high, intent on shattering this mirror vessel of riches.
The creature drank in the greed, malice, and violence—forging itself in an instant: a swifter, crueler, deadlier thug.
With a brutal twist of [s2.name]'s arm, wrenching a pained groan from [s2.name]'s throat, the newly shaped warrior seemed pleased with what it had learned.
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You let these brigands test the mirror-born creature—they were expendable, after all. As if sensing your thoughts, the mirror twisted its greedy, ugly face... conjuring visions of gold and jewels tumbling within its crystalline form. Bewitched by the sight, [s2.name] raised weapon high, intent on shattering this mirror vessel of riches.
The creature drank in the greed, malice, and violence—forging itself in an instant: a swifter, crueler, deadlier thug.
With a brutal twist of [s2.name]'s arm, wrenching a pained groan from [s2.name]'s throat, the newly shaped warrior seemed pleased with what it had learned.
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You let these brigands test the mirror-born creature—they were expendable, after all. As if sensing your thoughts, the mirror twisted its greedy, ugly face... conjuring visions of gold and jewels tumbling within its crystalline form. Bewitched by the sight, [s2.name] raised weapon high, intent on shattering this mirror vessel of riches.
The creature drank in the greed, malice, and violence—forging itself in an instant: a swifter, crueler, deadlier thug.
With a brutal twist of [s2.name]'s arm, wrenching a pained groan from [s2.name]'s throat, the newly shaped warrior seemed pleased with what it had learned.
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You let these brigands test the mirror-born creature—they were expendable, after all. As if sensing your thoughts, the mirror twisted its greedy, ugly face, conjuring visions of gold and jewels tumbling within its crystalline form. Bewitched by the sight, [s2.name] raised weapon high, intent on shattering this mirror vessel of riches.
The creature drank in the greed, malice, and violence—forging itself in an instant: a swifter, crueler, deadlier thug.
With a brutal twist of [s2.name]'s arm, wrenching a pained groan from [s2.name]'s throat, the newly shaped warrior seemed pleased with what it had learned.
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Habib wondered why you had brought him before this crystalline figure. He studied its form—what bones lay beneath that luminous shell, what flesh gave it motion? What hue would its blood spill if cut? His musings, along with his shadow, seeped into the mirror’s depths... layer by layer, from within, shaping the mirror-born thing. As if something primal had been stirred, The creature let out a shuddering moan before slowly, almost gleefully, weaving itself garments like a man’s. Then it spoke, its voice uncannily human: "I have mirrored countless lives, yet today I learn what lies beneath their skin. Well done, mortal—you’ve roused my curiosity."
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Habib wondered why you had brought him before this crystalline figure. He studied its form—what bones lay beneath that luminous shell, what flesh gave it motion? What hue would its blood spill if cut? His musings, along with his shadow, seeped into the mirror’s depths... layer by layer, from within, shaping the mirror-born thing. As if something primal had been stirred, The creature let out a shuddering moan before slowly, almost gleefully, weaving itself garments like a man’s. Then it spoke, its voice uncannily human: "I have mirrored countless lives, yet today I learn what lies beneath their skin. Well done, mortal—you’ve roused my curiosity."
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Iman accompanied you to meet the unnatural thing, and even he seemed drawn to the crystalline figure's beauty.
As he approached, his reflection shimmered within the mirror-born creature... twisting... dissolving... until only his scars remained—those sacred wounds offered to the Purist! Even healed, they still held divine power. Cracks spread across the flowing crystal, phantom scars turning real.The creature's sculpted composure faltered at last. In haste, a flesh-and-blood form burst from the fractured shell—panting, trembling, speaking now with human voice:
"It seems not all things can be learned through mirrors. Then I shall learn them in this body instead."
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Iman accompanied you to meet the unnatural thing, and even he seemed drawn to the crystalline figure's beauty.
As he approached, his reflection shimmered within the mirror-born creature... twisting... dissolving... until only his scars remained—those sacred wounds offered to the Purist! Even healed, they still held divine power. Cracks spread across the flowing crystal, phantom scars turning real.The creature's sculpted composure faltered at last. In haste, a flesh-and-blood form burst from the fractured shell—panting, trembling, speaking now with human voice:
"It seems not all things can be learned through mirrors. Then I shall learn them in this body instead."
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Alim circled the crystalline figure warily, eyeing the creature's bare, glowing form... What strange noble's bauble was this? [player.name]'s tastes grew stranger by the day... His shadow stretched long in the mirror, twisting like Dark Alley’s crooked paths, his face fracturing into many—robbed nobles, spared pups, turf-war thugs, sniveling street rats... The creature drank them in—faces, thoughts, memories—weaving hair, cloth, a visage... adorning itself as men do, then speaking in their tongue: "Ah, like this old thief? Skilled in survival, sticky-fingered yet clear-minded? Scorned by fools, hiding wisdom behind? I think I understand."
Alim scowled at this rogue—too much like himself—and slunk to your side, muttering curses under his breath.
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Alim circled the crystalline figure warily, eyeing the creature's bare, glowing form... What strange noble's bauble was this? [player.name]'s tastes grew stranger by the day... His shadow stretched long in the mirror, twisting like Dark Alley’s crooked paths, his face fracturing into many—robbed nobles, spared pups, turf-war thugs, sniveling street rats... The creature drank them in—faces, thoughts, memories—weaving hair, cloth, a visage... adorning itself as men do, then speaking in their tongue: "Ah, like this old thief? Skilled in survival, sticky-fingered yet clear-minded? Scorned by fools, hiding wisdom behind? I think I understand."
Alim scowled at this rogue—too much like himself—and slunk to your side, muttering curses under his breath.
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Lumera reached out to touch the crystalline figure, each press of her fingers making tiny stars bloom within its flowing form... The starlight mirrored in her eyes, a glittering constellation... Drinking in this radiance, the creature shaped itself—human features, hair, garments—adorned now like flesh and blood, speaking as they do: "Like her? To be a true sage, disinterested in human yet enthralled by their hoarded knowledge... for she knows these truths already existed in the world—humans merely dragged them into the light. Yes. I shall be as she is."
Then the creature took Lumera's hand and led her to the study, where questions began to flow between them...
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Lumera reached out to touch the crystalline figure, each press of her fingers making tiny stars bloom within its flowing form... The starlight mirrored in her eyes, a glittering constellation... Drinking in this radiance, the creature shaped itself—human features, hair, garments—adorned now like flesh and blood, speaking as they do: "Like her? To be a true sage, disinterested in human yet enthralled by their hoarded knowledge... for she knows these truths already existed in the world—humans merely dragged them into the light. Yes. I shall be as she is."
Then the creature took Lumera's hand and led her to the study, where questions began to flow between them...
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Had you not held her back, Mahir would have charged forth with her little hammer ready to strike. Her boisterous reflection swirled within the crystalline figure, morphing into gears, mechanisms, and Aetheric circuits... For a fleeting moment, these intricate parts assembled and whirred as if forming something entirely alien—until its host forcibly halted the transformation. The creature reshaped itself in human likeness and spoke with human irritation: "What madness dwells in this woman's mind! How bizarre... yet fascinating all the same."
You laughed and told it that most humans say the same.
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Had you not held her back, Mahir would have charged forth with her little hammer ready to strike. Her boisterous reflection swirled within the crystalline figure, morphing into gears, mechanisms, and Aetheric circuits... For a fleeting moment, these intricate parts assembled and whirred as if forming something entirely alien—until its host forcibly halted the transformation. The creature reshaped itself in human likeness and spoke with human irritation: "What madness dwells in this woman's mind! How bizarre... yet fascinating all the same."
You laughed and told it that most humans say the same.
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Inal believed this to be mere maintenance of precious artifacts! The crystalline being played along, remaining motionless as a statue beneath her cloth... Each gleaming surface reflected Inal's movements—some bending low, some stretching tall, some humming forgotten melodies, others pouting at random thoughts drifting through her mind... Absorbing these expressions and forms, the creature began crafting features after her departure—cheeks, hair, garments - adorning itself in human fashion. Finally it spoke with human voice:
"Would you have me as meek and compliant as that child? Prepare for disappointment - her mind overflows with far more intriguing notions! To shackle precious things as servants... this reveals human's dull and detestable nature."
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Inal believed this to be mere maintenance of precious artifacts! The crystalline being played along, remaining motionless as a statue beneath her cloth... Each gleaming surface reflected Inal's movements—some bending low, some stretching tall, some humming forgotten melodies, others pouting at random thoughts drifting through her mind... Absorbing these expressions and forms, the creature began crafting features after her departure—cheeks, hair, garments - adorning itself in human fashion. Finally it spoke with human voice:
"Would you have me as meek and compliant as that child? Prepare for disappointment - her mind overflows with far more intriguing notions! To shackle precious things as servants... this reveals human's dull and detestable nature."
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Badriyyah rejoiced in this wondrous being, circling the creature while chanting hymns to the hidden gods of her sect, seeking to stir dark tides within that chaotic mirror...
Phantoms of demons flickered in and out—each one grotesque and dull, unworthy of the mirror's approval. At last, all shadows were cast aside, leaving only the traces of Badriyyah's tattoos reflected in the glow, merging with the creature's radiance—Along those patterns, a thinking human was carved out, its form fixed, and it spoke with human tongue:
"Would you have the forsaken, the exiled powers claw at this world? A pity... they find no refuge in this mirror. Show me instead something of human."
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Badriyyah rejoiced in this wondrous being, circling the creature while chanting hymns to the hidden gods of her sect, seeking to stir dark tides within that chaotic mirror...
Phantoms of demons flickered in and out—each one grotesque and dull, unworthy of the mirror's approval. At last, all shadows were cast aside, leaving only the traces of Badriyyah's tattoos reflected in the glow, merging with the creature's radiance—Along those patterns, a thinking human was carved out, its form fixed, and it spoke with human tongue:
"Would you have the forsaken, the exiled powers claw at this world? A pity... they find no refuge in this mirror. Show me instead something of human."
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As his fingers traced the ancient golden motifs in wonder, the crystalline mirror captured his visage—and in the flickering candlelight, visions arose: a once-fair homeland consumed by flames, countless treasures trampled into dust, fate itself torn asunder like fine silk. No artisan's hand, however deft at repairing gold and jade, could mend such a rending wound!
The mirror's essence absorbed these phantoms—perhaps even thoughts and memories—gradually fashioning itself: hair, features, pupils, until at last it opened human eyes and spoke in human tongue: "As vulgar as he, as opportunistic, and just as practiced in concealing his true nature... Tsk. Mortals—you would do well to devise fresh diversions for your guests."
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As his fingers traced the ancient golden motifs in wonder, the crystalline mirror captured his visage—and in the flickering candlelight, visions arose: a once-fair homeland consumed by flames, countless treasures trampled into dust, fate itself torn asunder like fine silk. No artisan's hand, however deft at repairing gold and jade, could mend such a rending wound!
The mirror's essence absorbed these phantoms—perhaps even thoughts and memories—gradually fashioning itself: hair, features, pupils, until at last it opened human eyes and spoke in human tongue: "As vulgar as he, as opportunistic, and just as practiced in concealing his true nature... Tsk. Mortals—you would do well to devise fresh diversions for your guests."
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You brought Maggie before the crystalline figure... Enthralled by its shimmering glow, she stepped closer, her hand reaching out unbidden.
The creature mirrored the gesture, their fingers intertwining with Maggie's. The light fractured like disturbed water at their touch, revealing countless faces swirling within its depths: Maggie laughing, Maggie weeping, Maggie raging, Maggie enduring, Maggie rejoicing... The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"Like your wife then? Like her love of verse and art? Like her mercy for every suffering soul? Like her... remarkable forbearance toward you? She is a most advantageous model, but I don't scorn your cunning. Human will be human." At first the voice was Maggie's own. Then it shifted—growing rasping, sardonic. You departed without gaining another wife. Part of you mourned while part of you was glad.
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You brought Maggie before the crystalline figure... Enthralled by its shimmering glow, she stepped closer, her hand reaching out unbidden.
The creature mirrored the gesture, their fingers intertwining with Maggie's. The light fractured like disturbed water at their touch, revealing countless faces swirling within its depths: Maggie laughing, Maggie weeping, Maggie raging, Maggie enduring, Maggie rejoicing... The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"Like your wife then? Like her love of verse and art? Like her mercy for every suffering soul? Like her... remarkable forbearance toward you? She is a most advantageous model, but I don't scorn your cunning. Men will be men." At first the voice was Maggie's own. Then it shifted—growing rasping, sardonic. You departed without gaining another wife. Part of you mourned while part of you was glad.
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Nayla gazed greedily at the crystalline figure, lavishing praise upon its beauty and radiance. She pressed you with honeyed words, teased you with lingering touches—all to bend you to her will. Her hunger, her pride, her schemes... all reflected in the mirror's surface. The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"As insatiable as her? To understand human through such dull means..." Then it struck Nayla across the face, the very image of how she herself disciplined servants.
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Nayla gazed greedily at the crystalline figure, lavishing praise upon its beauty and radiance. She pressed you with honeyed words, teased you with lingering touches—all to bend you to her will. Her hunger, her pride, her schemes... all reflected in the mirror's surface. The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"As insatiable as her? To understand human through such dull means..." Then it struck Nayla across the face, the very image of how she herself disciplined servants.
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You brought Fardak before the luminous being of the mirror—its mercurial power stirred him, planting dangerous hopes in his heart... and his gaze, of course, was captured within that crystalline form.
As it moved, Fardak's face shifted within—hatred, hope, ambition, duty, fear... The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "Like this young man? Learning to bow low, hiding ambition, nursing grudges in silence... Is this how nobles play their game? How dull. I did not wake for such tedium. Pray your little schemes... make my tale worth telling."
Then the creature smoothed its expression, becoming as composed, quiet, and patient as Fardak himself.
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You brought Fardak before the luminous being of the mirror—its mercurial power stirred him, planting dangerous hopes in his heart... and his gaze, of course, was captured within that crystalline form.
As it moved, Fardak's face shifted within—hatred, hope, ambition, duty, fear... The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "Like this young man? Learning to bow low, hiding ambition, nursing grudges in silence... Is this how nobles play their game? How dull. I did not wake for such tedium. Pray your little schemes... make my tale worth telling."
Then the creature smoothed its expression, becoming as composed, quiet, and patient as Fardak himself.
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You brought Qais before the crystalline figure, declaring him human's chosen envoy to this unknown being.
The honor struck him like a blow—the mirror drank in his flinching retreat, his terror, his shame, his stubborn pride... The mirror-being feasted on these expressions—thoughts and memories too, you'd wager—slowly shaping itself: hair uncoiling like vipers, silken fabrics slithering about its form, gold and gems blossoming like pox upon noble skin.
For one trembling moment, Qais found courage. He grasped [s1.gender]'s hand. "A wonder! I'll teach you our ways as a father—" The newborn noble struck like a scorpion, hand lashing out as its mouth twisted into Qais' own sneer, dripping venomous words.
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You brought Qais before the crystalline figure, declaring him human's chosen envoy to this unknown being.
The honor struck him like a blow—the mirror drank in his flinching retreat, his terror, his shame, his stubborn pride... The mirror-being feasted on these expressions—thoughts and memories too, you'd wager—slowly shaping itself: hair uncoiling like vipers, silken fabrics slithering about its form, gold and gems blossoming like pox upon noble skin.
For one trembling moment, Qais found courage. He grasped [s1.gender]'s hand. "A wonder! I'll teach you our ways as a father—" The newborn noble struck like a scorpion, hand lashing out as its mouth twisted into Qais' own sneer, dripping venomous words.
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You kicked Jawad toward the crystalline abomination, eager to witness its reaction—if it devoured him, no great loss; if it copied him, a hundred Jawads would still not trouble you...
The wretch nearly soiled himself in terror, yet the creature caught him with shimmering arms... Within its translucent form swirled Jawad's panicked visage—his greedy leer, his venomous spite, his groveling masks—all consumed. The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"You would have me become... this shamless one?" The first words dripped with disdain for its template. Already it refined itself—sculpting sharper cheekbones, a prouder bearing... yet kept Jawad's deft hands. "Ah, but these know their craft. See how they count coins and twist power... Very well. I understand."
Before you stood the perfect courtier—every treacherous instinct honed to razor's edge.
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You kicked Jawad toward the crystalline abomination, eager to witness its reaction—if it devoured him, no great loss; if it copied him, a hundred Jawads would still not trouble you...
The wretch nearly soiled himself in terror, yet the creature caught him with shimmering arms... Within its translucent form swirled Jawad's panicked visage—his greedy leer, his venomous spite, his groveling masks—all consumed. The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"You would have me become... this shamless one?" The first words dripped with disdain for its template. Already it refined itself—sculpting sharper cheekbones, a prouder bearing... yet kept Jawad's deft hands. "Ah, but these know their craft. See how they count coins and twist power... Very well. I understand."
Before you stood the perfect courtier—every treacherous instinct honed to razor's edge.
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You summoned Fatuna to behold this wonder, and indeed, it ensnared her utterly. She circled the crystalline figure, studying every facet as her myriad reflections danced across its surface—the widow's solitude, the killer's detachment, the smoldering passion, the mother's longing... The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"Mother. Wife. Woman. How mortals love to cage themselves with masks—we mirrors know this dance well." With predatory grace, it glided between you, mirroring Fatuna's own poise—that perfect, terrifying composure that never cracks.
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You summoned Fatuna to behold this wonder, and indeed, it ensnared her utterly. She circled the crystalline figure, studying every facet as her myriad reflections danced across its surface—the widow's solitude, the killer's detachment, the smoldering passion, the mother's longing... The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"Mother. Wife. Woman. How mortals love to cage themselves with masks—we mirrors know this dance well." With predatory grace, it glided between you, mirroring Fatuna's own poise—that perfect, terrifying composure that never cracks.
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What sport it would be to show Jalila her true reflection! With honeyed words you coaxed her before the crystalline figure. Ever cautious, Her Majesty inspected it as one might appraise a jewel... and there her proud, discerning face appeared in its surface.
The reflection twisted and warped with shimmering light, yet stubbornly reformed itself each time... The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
At last it spoke: "So even without mirrors, mortal find ways to hide behind the unreal body... You surprise me." With that, it snatched the whip from Jalila's stunned grasp, testing its weight with familiar ease...
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What sport it would be to show Jalila her true reflection! With honeyed words you coaxed her before the crystalline figure. Ever cautious, Her Majesty inspected it as one might appraise a jewel... and there her proud, discerning face appeared in its surface.
The reflection twisted and warped with shimmering light, yet stubbornly reformed itself each time... The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
At last it spoke: "So even without mirrors, mortal find ways to hide behind the unreal body... You surprise me." With that, it snatched the whip from Jalila's stunned grasp, testing its weight with familiar ease...
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You brought Raed the crystalline figure... She scoffed at noblemen's pretentious whims even as her fingers drummed against its glassy surface—until something in the reflection made her recoil.
The spiked club was already swinging when you grabbed her arm—only for another hand to seize the weapon's haft too. There stood a lordling, all grace and poise. What bizarre mirror had plucked from Raed's soul to forge such courtly bearing?
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You brought Raed the crystalline figure... She scoffed at noblemen's pretentious whims even as her fingers drummed against its glassy surface—until something in the reflection made her recoil.
The spiked club was already swinging when you grabbed her arm—only for another hand to seize the weapon's haft too. There stood a lordling, all grace and poise. What bizarre mirror had plucked from Raed's soul to forge such courtly bearing?
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Out of curiosity, you brought Aziz—what could a slave laborer possibly show the mirror-creature?
When his calloused fingers brushed the crystalline form, the glass showed another man: younger, fairer, bedecked in jewels astride a charger, golden spear gleaming as he raced across the grasslands... In Aziz's stunned silence, The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "A clumsy metaphor. Must mortals always give before taking? Even looking-glasses know better—they take and give in equal measure. Still... your presentation amuses me. Do maintain this standard."
The vision of nobility stepped over Aziz's trembling form, walking to your side with grace.
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Out of curiosity, you brought Aziz—what could a slave laborer possibly show the mirror-creature?
When his calloused fingers brushed the crystalline form, the glass showed another man: younger, fairer, bedecked in jewels astride a charger, golden spear gleaming as he raced across the grasslands... In Aziz's stunned silence, The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "A clumsy metaphor. Must mortals always give before taking? Even looking-glasses know better—they take and give in equal measure. Still... your presentation amuses me. Do maintain this standard."
The vision of nobility stepped over Aziz's trembling form, walking to your side with grace.
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You brought Zephyr to gaze upon the strange wonder... Oblivious to your purpose, he moved with exaggerated caution, terrified of damaging what appeared to be a priceless treasure. Unaware of how his face twisted and fractured in the crystal's depths—the woman who had sold him, the woman who would buy him, even one he himself would one day purchase, all shimmering among shards of light like scattered coins... Regret. Shame. Dread. The mirror-creature drank them all, savoring each flickering expression as it absorbed his changing visage, tasting the essence of his life... It slowly reshaped itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"Men believe fate is a circle, but I say fate is merely a mirror —which is why I differ from him. I shall be master of my own reflection." With the casual grace of highborn nobility, the creature reached out and patted Zephyr's head.
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You brought Zephyr to gaze upon the strange wonder... Oblivious to your purpose, he moved with exaggerated caution, terrified of damaging what appeared to be a priceless treasure. Unaware of how his face twisted and fractured in the crystal's depths—the woman who had sold him, the woman who would buy him, even one he himself would one day purchase, all shimmering among shards of light like scattered coins... Regret. Shame. Dread. The mirror-creature drank them all, savoring each flickering expression as it absorbed his changing visage, tasting the essence of his life... It slowly reshaped itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"Men believe fate is a circle, but I say fate is merely a mirror —which is why I differ from him. I shall be master of my own reflection." With the casual grace of highborn nobility, the creature reached out and patted Zephyr's head.
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Amur thought this another dark ritual. Trembling, he approached the crystalline figure as you assured him—no bloodletting required, no incantations to chant.
Yet blood came all the same, a crimson tide surging within the glass, drowning his reflection—and in turn, reality betrayed him. An unseen force hauled him aloft like a drowning man, his body convulsing as he spewed liquid from his lungs like drowning... but it was blood that came, not water.
The faces of sacrificed girl emerged from the mirror, clawing at him, biting into him... Savoring this hatred, this curse, the creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "So this is the stuff of nobility. A most... instructive specimen." The last shards of mirror melted from its form. The visions, the blood-sea, the vengeful wraiths—and Amur's wretched life—vanished with them. Only a worthless corpse remained, collapsing to the ground.
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Amur thought this another dark ritual. Trembling, he approached the crystalline figure as you assured him—no bloodletting required, no incantations to chant.
Yet blood came all the same, a crimson tide surging within the glass, drowning his reflection—and in turn, reality betrayed him. An unseen force hauled him aloft like a drowning man, his body convulsing as he spewed liquid from his lungs like drowning... but it was blood that came, not water.
The faces of sacrificed girl emerged from the mirror, clawing at him, biting into him... Savoring this hatred, this curse, the creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "So this is the stuff of nobility. A most... instructive specimen." The last shards of mirror melted from its form. The visions, the blood-sea, the vengeful wraiths—and Amur's wretched life—vanished with them. Only a worthless corpse remained, collapsing to the ground.
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The crystalline being studied the two identical versions of you... Within its form, countless more reflections shimmered and fractured, rippling like light upon water...
The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"Like you? Skilled at pretty words for powerful ears? Master of the art of calculated retreats? As cursed—and as blessed—as yourself? Or perhaps... convenient enough to play your double’s double? Is that too greedy of you?" It turned, examining its new form in another mirror. "I've barely awakened, and already mortals bore me. Let us hope your little game... makes my tale somewhat less tedious."
The last shifts of it stilled. Before you stood perfection—a flawless courtly noble, every inch as polished as [player.name].
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The crystalline being studied the two identical versions of you... Within its form, countless more reflections shimmered and fractured, rippling like light upon water...
The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"Like you? Skilled at pretty words for powerful ears? Master of the art of calculated retreats? As cursed—and as blessed—as yourself? Or perhaps... convenient enough to play your double’s double? Is that too greedy of you?" It turned, examining its new form in another mirror. "I've barely awakened, and already mortals bore me. Let us hope your little game... makes my tale somewhat less tedious."
The last shifts of it stilled. Before you stood perfection—a flawless courtly noble, every inch as polished as [player.name].
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To Jenna, human were but fixed texts—she could only add brief passages to adorn them.Until she met this crystal figure that could be reshaped freely.
Countless lines of faces, countless jewels, arms and hands of every fashion... The mirror-creature changed at her whim, until she grew faint with excitement. "So this is poetry? I knew nothing of its pleasures in the mirror... Today she taught me rhythm—it seems this 'life' may prove amusing after all." Shaped by this cadence, the poet adjusted its silks with careful hands, making them fit the tastes newly learned from Jenna.
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To Jenna, human were but fixed texts—she could only add brief passages to adorn them.Until she met this crystal figure that could be reshaped freely.
Countless lines of faces, countless jewels, arms and hands of every fashion... The mirror-creature changed at her whim, until she grew faint with excitement. "So this is poetry? I knew nothing of its pleasures in the mirror... Today she taught me rhythm—it seems this 'life' may prove amusing after all." Shaped by this cadence, the poet adjusted its silks with careful hands, making them fit the tastes newly learned from Jenna.
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You led Zaki to behold the mirror-creature. As their gazes met, Zaki's reflection twisted and shifted... So many possible futures! A mighty warrior, a rich merchant, a cunning courtier... all manner of great men... The creature drank it all in—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with a voice with human voice:
"Are your kind always so... hopeful? So endlessly hungry? Small wonder mirrors show only truth, while men spin fantasies from nothing. Let us hope what follows proves at least half as diverting as these pretty dreams."
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You led Zaki to behold the mirror-creature. As their gazes met, Zaki's reflection twisted and shifted... So many possible futures! A mighty warrior, a rich merchant, a cunning courtier... all manner of great men... The creature drank it all in—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with a voice with human voice:
"Are your kind always so... hopeful? So endlessly hungry? Small wonder mirrors show only truth, while men spin fantasies from nothing. Let us hope what follows proves at least half as diverting as these pretty dreams."
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One look at the mirror-creature, and Nabhani understood. He arched his back in a dancer's stance, sending ripples of color through the crystal.
Lust, war, poetry. The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with a voice with human voice:
"Like him, braiding both hair and words into intricate patterns? Like him, gazing at women with poetry in his eyes? Like him, willing to die for romance... I think I understand.”
Nabhani delighted in this praise, shouting for servants to bring wine so he might share a drink with this marvelous being whose beauty rivaled his own.
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One look at the mirror-creature, and Nabhani understood. He arched his back in a dancer's stance, sending ripples of color through the crystal.
Lust, war, poetry. The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with a voice with human voice:
"Like him, braiding both hair and words into intricate patterns? Like him, gazing at women with poetry in his eyes? Like him, willing to die for romance... I think I understand.”
Nabhani delighted in this praise, shouting for servants to bring wine so he might share a drink with this marvelous being whose beauty rivaled his own.
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You took Junah to see that exquisite crystal figure... At first glance, she fell for its form, pressing close, kissing deep... Soon her reflection filled the crystal's surface, letting the mirror-creature consume it, refine it, slowly shaping features, hair and garments. It had human lips now, yet Junah choked its breath—not in flesh, but in the illusion, in the crystal's reflection of destructive desire... So between transformation and struggle, it claimed human form through lethal passion.
When the final shaping was done, the mirror-image faded, leaving it gasping... while Junah, overcome by that deadly ecstasy, lay unconscious in the new poet's arms.
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You took Junah to see that exquisite crystal figure... At first glance, she fell for its form, pressing close, kissing deep... Soon her reflection filled the crystal's surface, letting the mirror-creature consume it, refine it, slowly shaping features, hair and garments. It had human lips now, yet Junah choked its breath—not in flesh, but in the illusion, in the crystal's reflection of destructive desire... So between transformation and struggle, it claimed human form through lethal passion.
When the final shaping was done, the mirror-image faded, leaving it gasping... while Junah, overcome by that deadly ecstasy, lay unconscious in the new poet's arms.
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You took Faraj to see the crystal figure... and the wondrous creature observed him in turn. Under his gaze, the reflections twisted and surged—first himself, then light, then fire, then you... Yet all these visions shattered one by one, ascending toward higher, more ethereal forms, until they nearly surpassed what the mirror could contain. At last, the mirror-creature abandoned its pursuit of his limits. Instead, it savored this elusive rhythm, slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "An ideal...? Never has such a thing appeared in the mirror-world. How curious. If you have the skill... then show me."
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You took Faraj to see the crystal figure... and the wondrous creature observed him in turn. Under his gaze, the reflections twisted and surged—first himself, then light, then fire, then you... Yet all these visions shattered one by one, ascending toward higher, more ethereal forms, until they nearly surpassed what the mirror could contain. At last, the mirror-creature abandoned its pursuit of his limits. Instead, it savored this elusive rhythm, slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "An ideal...? Never has such a thing appeared in the mirror-world. How curious. If you have the skill... then show me."
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Your poet circled the glittering figure, spouting wild comparisons—the night sky, autumn lakes, moonlit seas of bioluminescence, a maiden's eyes... The glassy creature finally clapped a hand over his mouth, yet the words kept coming, alive and wriggling through its fingers into its translucent body! Like minnows, mice, songbirds, they darted madly through its mind... Slowly, color bloomed across its form—face, hair, garments shaped by poetry. When it finally spoke, every word carried rhythm: "Like this... poet? Ah, I see. Must I find art in worms writhing? See heaven through wine's haze? Very well. Since I'm awake now..."
With that, it sucked in its belly—Hassan's beer gut vanishing—and bowed with perfect grace.
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Your poet circled the glittering figure, spouting wild comparisons—the night sky, autumn lakes, moonlit seas of bioluminescence, a maiden's eyes... The glassy creature finally clapped a hand over his mouth, yet the words kept coming, alive and wriggling through its fingers into its translucent body! Like minnows, mice, songbirds, they darted madly through its mind... Slowly, color bloomed across its form—face, hair, garments shaped by poetry. When it finally spoke, every word carried rhythm: "Like this... poet? Ah, I see. Must I find art in worms writhing? See heaven through wine's haze? Very well. Since I'm awake now..."
With that, it sucked in its belly—Hassan's beer gut vanishing—and bowed with perfect grace.
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Malkina took one look at the crystalline figure and immediately began conjuring visions of cosmetics and gowns. Her imaginings flooded into the mirror's surface, warping its form through endless contortions... Only when Malkina finally nodded in approval did the exhausted creature slump into a vaguely human shape, panting from the ordeal. "When can we do this again?" Malkina demanded, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
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Malkina took one look at the crystalline figure and immediately began conjuring visions of cosmetics and gowns. Her imaginings flooded into the mirror's surface, warping its form through endless contortions... Only when Malkina finally nodded in approval did the exhausted creature slump into a vaguely human shape, panting from the ordeal. "When can we do this again?" Malkina demanded, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
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You bid [s2.name] face this unknown peril... and she hadn't beheld such treasures in ages. As her gaze drank in the crystal and its radiance, her reflection surfaced in the glass—along with all she'd lost: dignity, station, a father's love, gold, comforts, the power to bite others, unblemished hands... All shattered into fragments within that mirrored realm, scattering like shards of ice... The crystal figure drank deep of this essence, shaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "So this is human’s delight—savoring pain you need not endure. Madness and ruin too, perhaps. Is this what you'd have me harvest from her?"
The newly-fashioned poet reached out, brushing tears from the once-favored girl's cheek. With fresh-made tongue, it began to taste.
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You bid [s2.name] face this unknown peril... and she hadn't beheld such treasures in ages. As her gaze drank in the crystal and its radiance, her reflection surfaced in the glass—along with all she'd lost: dignity, station, a father's love, gold, comforts, the power to bite others, unblemished hands... All shattered into fragments within that mirrored realm, scattering like shards of ice... The crystal figure drank deep of this essence, shaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice: "So this is human’s delight—savoring pain you need not endure. Madness and ruin too, perhaps. Is this what you'd have me harvest from her?"
The newly-fashioned poet reached out, brushing tears from the once-favored girl's cheek. With fresh-made tongue, it began to taste.
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You led Salwiyah to behold the luminous crystal figure—she thought it merely another trinket for her collection! That greedy, eager face of hers was caught in the mirror... then fractured as you pulled her between flattery and scorn. The shards drew forth more faces from her depths—the admiration of others, their envy, their whispers, their longing, their hunger, their scheming... Like a yawning abyss, she contained nothing within, defining herself only by what she drew from those around her. Nourished by this hunger, the mirrored creature shaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"Ah... It’s hard to find one's own reflection so repulsive. You've planted thoughts in me no being should harbor, mortal."
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You led Salwiyah to behold the luminous crystal figure—she thought it merely another trinket for her collection! That greedy, eager face of hers was caught in the mirror... then fractured as you pulled her between flattery and scorn. The shards drew forth more faces from her depths—the admiration of others, their envy, their whispers, their longing, their hunger, their scheming... Like a yawning abyss, she contained nothing within, defining herself only by what she drew from those around her. Nourished by this hunger, the mirrored creature shaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke with human voice:
"Ah... It’s hard to find one's own reflection so repulsive. You've planted thoughts in me no being should harbor, mortal."
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You brought Arzuna before the mirror-born creature, its crystalline form catching her fair features before stretching forth slender arms, swaying its waist—a silent invitation to dance. Phantoms shimmered in that eldritch glow: candlelit trysts, silken veils drawn aside, glories beyond counting, sorrows too deep for tears... The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke human voice: "All dances demand their songs... Tell me, does the tale that woke me merit singing?"
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You brought Arzuna before the mirror-born creature, its crystalline form catching her fair features before stretching forth slender arms, swaying its waist—a silent invitation to dance. Phantoms shimmered in that eldritch glow: candlelit trysts, silken veils drawn aside, glories beyond counting, sorrows too deep for tears... The creature drank it all in—faces, perhaps even thoughts and memories—slowly reshaping itself. Hair, cloth, gold, and gems adorned it, and it spoke human voice: "All dances demand their songs... Tell me, does the tale that woke me merit singing?"
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