Rites
Night falls. Wickedness stirs beneath the shroud of darkness... Shadows close in around you. Beware.
ID: 5000555
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 1 days
Waits For: 1 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0
Starts Automatically: No
Triggers Result Automatically: No
Tag Tips: None
Tag Tips Up: Fight Result, Physique, Combat
Tag Tips Text:
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r1: You smell danger and grab your weapon in advance. With a slight noise, a knife comes at you just as you are distracted!Random Text Up:You smell danger and grab your weapon in advance. With a slight noise, a knife comes at you just as you are distracted!
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The number of dice provided by your Physique and Combat is affected by the enemy's Physique and Combat.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 1 Success to win.
Action:
You leave yourself unguarded, how foolish
A dagger silently pierces your unguarded chest.
Pain clouds your mind as hot blood flows along the cold blade. You meet the masked assassin's cold gaze – is this your enemy's doing? No... it's not. That gaze is filled with hatred, a hatred that even your death won't erase. Who is he...?
Your thoughts slip away as darkness closes in.
You can't tell who's coming
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
You have to be careful
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
There are things that can help you get through a crisis.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
This rite has no activation conditions.
This rite has no prior outcome.
You use all your strength to push away the blade and struggle against the masked assassin.
His attacks are ferocious, relentless, but unlike a professional who would disappear after a single, targeted strike, he is like a warrior fighting with his own life. Did your enemies send him?
No... no. During your confrontation, as your shoulders brush past each other, you catch a pair of eyes full of hatred, a hatred that will not die even if you died. Who is he...? You have no time to ponder.
The sharp clanks of steel against steel resound through the silent night, and these eyes make it abundantly clear that only one of you will return to hearth and home.
Fortunately, it is you. Exhausting every trick up your sleeve, you manage to strike him down. You wipe off the blood on your blade and pull off the assassin's mask. You recognize the face and those eyes, forever frozen in death: it is the Royal Guard Captain, the Sultan's most loyal servant. Why is he here? Is the Sultan displeased? Did you make a mistake: does the Sultan want his son to live...?
A chill creeps up your spine. Alas, the dead gives no answers.
Conditions:
Result:
You use all your strength to push away the blade and struggle against the masked assassin.
His attacks are ferocious, relentless, but he does not seem like a professional assassin who would disappear after a single, targeted strike. Instead, he is like a warrior fighting with his own life. Did the Sultan send him? Just because through your guile, you managed to avoid death by an inch?
No... no. During the confrontation, as your shoulders brush past each other, you catch a glimpse of a pair of eyes full of hatred, a hatred that will not die even if you died. Who is he...? You have no time to ponder.
The sharp clanks of steel against steel resound through the silent night, and these eyes make you realize clearly that only one of you will return to hearth and home.
Unfortunately, that person is not you. You finally run out of strength and can no longer hold the weapon in your hand. The pain of your wounds tear all your thoughts to shreds, like silk threads that collapse at the touch of a finger, disappearing with the night wind.
In your final moments, who is it that appeared in your mind? Will she weep for you?
Conditions:
Action:
This rite has no extra outcome.