Rites

See the trophies

[[xiaochou.name] sought to see the trophies claimed from conquest—or the person who claimed them. Perhaps it would help [xiaochou.name] better grasp the ways of human, and better serve you.

ID: 5000325

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Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

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Slots

Slot #1
Can the mirror-born ever understand human?

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Slot #2
A common example of human

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Regular

Rabble
You brought [xiaochou.name] to a camp of vagrantst—they had seized this forsaken valley, sharpening stakes and raising crude defenses. Flimsy, perhaps, but enough to fend off a landlord’s thugs.

"We can till this land—so said the well-digger. So we’ll arm it, lest the nobles snatch it from us." Raed barked orders while eyeing the noble guest at your side with suspicion.

"You’ve claimed this place, yet your weapons are sticks and farm tools." [xiaochou.name] studied the bustling camp, baffled. "Are humans so obsessed with seizing ground and strife? Or is this the nature of all savage beasts? Is this the essence of conquest?" Raed answered by shoving her spiked club under [xiaochou.gender] nose: “Every one of us wants a full belly and a roof against the storm. But the world’s so rotten, even that demands blood and violence!"

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Open Sesame
[xiaochou.name] played the part of a cunning official, swiftly winning Jemor’s trust—the bandit, drunk on flattery and promises, soon boasted of his loot, certain this new ally had the perfect fence for those hard-to-sell treasures once owned by nobles.

And as he thought it, [xiaochou.name] plucked the truth from his mind, from the glint of knives and silver—the real location of the spoils.

“Humans conquer, yet fail to wield what they seize. In the end, it becomes another’s prize. Do they ever tire of such folly?" Mockery or not, you and [xiaochou.name] split the ill-gotten gains all the same.

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Open Sesame
[xiaochou.name] played the part of a cunning official, swiftly winning Hamar’s trust—the bandit, drunk on flattery and promises, soon boasted of his loot, certain this new ally had the perfect fence for those hard-to-sell treasures once owned by nobles.

And as he thought it, [xiaochou.name] plucked the truth from his mind, from the glint of knives and silver—the real location of the spoils.

“Humans conquer, yet fail to wield what they seize. In the end, it becomes another’s prize. Do they ever tire of such folly?" Mockery or not, you and [xiaochou.name] split the ill-gotten gains all the same.

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The Empire's Table
[xiaochou.name] was puzzled—why had you sent it to Habib, a mere cook? What could he know of conquest? True to the haughty [xiaochou.gender(Lord, Lady)] [xiaochou.name] portrayed, [xiaochou.name] voiced these doubts outright.

"I know little of war, honored [xiaochou.gender(Lord, Lady)], but [player.name] insisted I show you something... Observe."

First came the hump of a dromedary, its pale fat quivering with richness. “Five years ago, this single-humped delicacy was once beyond even the Sultan’s reach. Now, after five western tribes fell, it graces every noble feast." Under [xiaochou.name]'s thoughtful gaze, Habib unveiled chewy flatbreads, succulent beef haunches, three rare spices, and the purest, most coveted rock salt—all once treasures of distant lands, now commonplace on the capital’s tables, thanks to the Sultan’s tread.

He heated a stone slab, sizzling thick-cut meat until its fat hissed. "They say these cattle were offerings to their god, but the Sultan sent those kings to meet their god on a red-hot plate... and now we eat such meat. That, my [xiaochou.gender(Lord, Lady)], is all I know of conquest."

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The Cycle of Conquest
You introduced [xiaochou.name] to Aziz, a slave taken in some distant raid—one of the conqueror’s spoils. Land, plants, beasts, even men… all could be claimed as wealth when the sword decided it.

Aziz listened in silence, while [xiaochou.name] saw more in his dark eyes—the joy of galloping across the steppe, the thrill of welcoming his father home from plunder… all the way back to the violent passion that had begotten him. Ah, how ugly human’s nature was, yet how exquisitely their fates intertwined. Endless violence, endless war, each link snapping into place—a perfect, unbroken cycle.

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Who Can Stop You from Entertaining Sultan?
You recounted every detail of completing the Conquest Card to [xiaochou.name]—just as you had for the Sultan. Truly, [xiaochou.name] was a mirror, so adept at making you repeat yourself.

The Mirror laughed and pressed for more, and you scrambled to fill in the gaps—or perhaps to reshape the tale with fresh lies. But [xiaochou.name] never needed to ask. It could already see everything! Had the glint of daggers, the ripple of water, the reflections in the glass not shown [xiaochou.name] all you had lived through? [xiaochou.name] saw them all. And yet, the Mirror wanted to hear the story from your lips—just like the Sultan, savoring the tale of a hero who overcame every trial to achieve greatness. [xiaochou.name] watched as you polished your own legend in thought and memory, until you had built a monument to conquest in your own mind. What joy this game had brought you!

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A Drop of Oil
You couldn’t shake the feeling that people now looked at you differently—perhaps with more awe, more fear, or even more reverence. Whatever it was, your words carried more weight than before. You broached the subject with a servant or two, but they could only stammer, "It’s as if we suddenly remembered some great deeds of yours… yet when we try to recall them, nothing comes to mind." This, you supposed, was the "gift" from the being in the mirror—just a drop of oil mixed into memory, and everything would taint itself, shift without resistance. With a sigh, you dismissed the servants and fought the urge to wonder: How much of my past has been rewritten? For now, at least, you knew who you were. You knew what you wanted. And you still dared to meet your reflection’s gaze.

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