Rites
[xiaochou.name] wished to meet a person who loved coin—what good was hoarding metal that could neither feed nor warm? Perhaps it would help [xiaochou.name] better grasp the ways of human, and better serve you.
ID: 5000317
Type: None
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Duration: 1 days
Waits For: 0 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0
Starts Automatically: No
Triggers Result Automatically: No
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This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
Can the mirror-born ever understand human?
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Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
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This one might offer most intriguing reference points.
This one is merely among the masses of ordinary.
A common example of human
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
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Pops:
This one might offer most intriguing reference points.
This one is merely among the masses of ordinary.
This rite has no activation conditions.
This rite has no prior outcome.
[xiaochou.name] lit up a mirror in Jawads study. Unsurprisingly, even when not summoned, the man was at home, tirelessly counting coins!
Profits extorted under [player.name]’s name, bribes pocketed, expenses for managing estates and greasing palms at court—he tallied every last coin, erupting in fury over ledgers, slapping servants for wasted coins, cursing god, Sultan, and [player.name]’s caprice and greed in the same breath…
Through [xiaochou.name]’s magic, you delighted in his wretched spectacle. Yet the Mirror was baffled: "He seems less joyful than tormented by coin—so much rage, envy, and fear! Do you mean to prove human utterly beyond redemption?"
Just then, in the mirror, Arumina strode into her father’s chamber… flaunting her latest haul of costly, useless trinkets—and demanding more. And so, laughing together, you ended this little debate on human nature.
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You arrived at Bharat’s shop—though, given the nature of his trade, much of his wealth had been transmuted into curios rather than coins. After some debate, you and [xiaochou.name] agreed that these, too, were a form of equivalent value, worthy as a measure of hoarded riches.
So [xiaochou.name] spent the day listening to Bharat boast of his costly collection—many pieces he’d never shown you! But then, who could blame him? With [xiaochou.name]’s magic, the man saw only a wealthy, discerning patron before him. Truth be told, you slipped away after a third of it—these relics held historical weight but no Attribute bonus, useless in the Sultan’s game. Fortunately Bharat’s shop didn’t spawn such trinkets!
Yet when [xiaochou.name] returned, it seemed oddly pleased: "Now I see—your kind, unsatisfied with frail flesh, seek to anchor your existence in objects! How absurd. Personality, even the soul, just arrange those collections in right order, then you’ve captured a piece of it!"
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You had [xiaochou.name] use its prying eyes and mind-reading tricks to uncover just how much secret coins Maggie had tucked away—a plan to sate both your curiosities! Mocking your cunning all the while, [xiaochou.name] shifted the visions in the mirror… "Your wife guards her secrets well! Some wear their thoughts in their minds, plain as day… but Lady Maggie? She buries hers deep in her heart." Only after ensuring no harm would come of it did you allow the Mirror to dig further…
And so, past illusions of rooms, chests, silks, and drapes, you saw them—clay jars, each painted with scenes. Many were of you: your head on a spike, you tangled with other women, fleeing with Maggie, raising children, begging the Sultan… Others showed servants, even Lady Becky… Maggie was carefully doling out coins into these jars, but there were too many jars and too few coins! No matter how she divided them, none could be filled properly…
Amid [xiaochou.name]’s jeers, you ordered it to shut the vision away—what troubled you? Your wife’s fears? Or that she’d even prepared a jar for the day you cast her aside?
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Inal was thrilled to speak with a scholar as wise as [xiaochou.name]—or so the Mirror’s magic made her believe. She asked it many questions, most about the books she’d read… while [xiaochou.name] took the chance to peer into her heart.
“She thinks she can climb up forever!” [xiaochou.name] remarked after she left. “Is this why humans hoard coin, useless knowledge, and the like—because they’re all brimming with hope, like her? Freedom, respect, future… The irony is, you and your kind could topple it all with a flick of your wrist, couldn’t you? Isn’t that the sport of those above you… and those above them?”
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You and [xiaochou.name] observed [s2.name]’s life together… and truth be told, you had to admit that most mortals—from Sultan to beggar, noble or foolish—lived in an endless cycle of repetition. Without coins, what else could mark the passage of their days?
Did today matter? No one could answer that. Only the rise and fall of coins offered a fleeting sense of existence. "How pitiful," [xiaochou.name] mused. “Humans crafted coins to measure worth, yet in the end, all worth is devoured by it! Ah, I take back my earlier words—you are not merely enslaved by wealth, but undone by it! Blades, gallows, poison… How deftly human forges its own ruin!"
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All night long, the incessant clink-clink robbed you of peace. Lantern in hand, you prowled the manor, yet the source eluded you. Only at dawn, slumped against the low table in the parlor, did it strike you—the sound seemed to come from your own coin purse. You seized the purse—empty. Yet the moment you set it down, clink-clink again. Furious, you snatched it up, turned it inside out, and shook it hard. Gold coins spilled from nothingness, clattering onto the table with that same maddening clink-clink. A gift, no doubt, from that mirror-dweller who loathes human. If only the Mirror’s nature weren’t so wretched.
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