Adila
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
- Card = Adila
Pops: None
Rites
The victor can do with the loser as they wish, such is the code of honor of the warriors of the past... And Adila's stubborn conviction. It is unclear if she truly understands its implications.
ID: 5000639
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 1 days
Waits For: 0 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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Adila
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
You may deal with her using either a Bloodshed Card or a Carnality Card.
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.
This rite has no regular outcome.
Faced with death, her young eyes could not help but show a hint of fear. She closes her eyes, then forces them open, pretending to be strong. "I am willing to die as a warrior."
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Such is the most primal form of conquest, such is how the victor claim his prize. You derive immense pleasure from such an act.
Adila, a warrior strong and dexterous, is nothing like the other women. Neither frail nor dainty, she lies beneath you like a young lion. She appears inexperienced, yet swallows her pain. You wrap your hand around her fist, clenched in bitterness, and pace the strange and humiliating pleasures you give her.
What a pleasant night, at least for you.
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Adila looks at you in astonishment. "You are letting me go, just like this? For nothing?"
You shake your head and tell her, not every fight has to be a fight to the bitter end. A true warrior must experience many a failure before they achieve greatness.
She opens her mouth and counters, "That won’t do – didn’t we agree? A warrior must stand by her words."
After a long moment, she grits her teeth and unfastens the sword at her waist. "I have nothing else of value – only this blade, which is as dear to me as my own life…"
She tenderly caresses its edge, upon which light dances like ripples, then places it squarely on your table. "Worry not. I will acquire another weapon for myself, though it won't hold up to this one... You must cherish it, understand? I’ve labored long and hard to get it."
With that, she bows hurriedly to you and departs without a backward glance, rushing off before regret catches up with her.
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