Rites

Into the Darkness (Abandoned)

The young, pallid lady leads you by the hand. Dim candlelight flickers, illuminating an altar steeped in darkness and blood. She watches you with a knowing smile, her voice warm with encouragement. She urges you to offer tribute, to step into the night, to become her companion. And that great, unknowable presence will surely turn His gaze upon you, drawn by the scent of blood.

ID: 5000736

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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Slots

Slot #1
The Occultist Badriyyah is willing to guide you.

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
You must personally oversee this ritual.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
You must offer a living human as a sacrifice

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #4
You can take this to break a Bloodshed Card or Carnality Card

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

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This rite has no activation conditions.

Outcome

Prior

This rite has no prior outcome.

Regular

Badriyyah instructs you, step by careful step, in the art of sacrifice.

You bind the offering tightly to the black stone altar and slit open the veins at their wrists. Their blood runs hot over your fingers, and at that moment – a cold shiver climbs up your spine. A pair of unseen hands, deathly chill, settle over yours, guiding you to trace sigil after sigil, each more intricate than the last.

Whispers coil around you, layer upon layer, a chorus of voices speaking mysteries too vast to comprehend. Hunger rises from the depths of your being, coursing through your veins like fire. You kneel before the offering, staring into the black void that was once eyes – eyes that held only despair and agony, eyes that now churn in an entropy as deep as the starry skies. You bow your head to the night and offer up your name.

Badriyyah smiles. “Worship, my friend. Worship our Lord of Darkness. He shall grant us strength, so long as we offer Him death and blood...”

Something foreign takes root within you. Your heart hardens, colder, stronger.

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Result:

Badriyyah instructs you, step by careful step, in the art of sacrifice.

You bind the offering tightly to the black stone altar and slit open the veins at their wrists. Their blood runs hot over your fingers, and at that moment – a cold shiver climbs up your spine. A pair of unseen hands, deathly chill, settle over yours, guiding you to trace sigil after sigil, each more intricate than the last.

Whispers coil around you, layer upon layer, a chorus of voices speaking mysteries too vast to comprehend. Hunger rises from the depths of your being, coursing through your veins like fire. You kneel before the offering, staring into the black void that was once eyes – eyes that held only despair and agony, eyes that now churn in an entropy as deep as the starry skies. You bow your head to the night and offer up your name.

Badriyyah smiles. “Worship, my friend. Worship our Lord of Darkness. He shall grant us strength, so long as we offer Him death and blood...”

Something foreign takes root within you. Your heart hardens, colder, stronger.

You drag [s3.name]’s strange, twisted corpse before the court, proclaiming, in vivid detail, the artistry of your butchery. The Sultan is delighted and permits you to break a Bloodshed Card. The murmurs in the hall persist long after, but what of it?

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You suggest adding some sensuality to the ritual. Badriyyah shrugs and leaves you to it. What a forgiving god.

You secure the sacrifice to the black stone altar, savoring her pain and pleas. In that perfect, weightless moment, you let the blade slip across her wrists. Their blood, rich and scalding, spills forth. Exquisite. You dip your fingers into the heat, and then – cold. A cold shiver climbs up your spine. A pair of unseen hands, deathly chill, settle over yours, guiding you to trace sigil after sigil, each more intricate than the last.

Whispers coil around you, layer upon layer, a chorus of voices speaking mysteries too vast to comprehend. Hunger rises from the depths of your being, coursing through your veins like fire. You kneel before the offering, staring into the black void that was once eyes – eyes that held only despair and agony, eyes that now churn in an entropy as deep as the starry skies. You bow your head to the night and offer up your name.

Badriyyah smiles. “Worship, my friend. Worship our Lord of Darkness. He shall grant us strength, so long as we offer Him death and blood...”

Something foreign takes root within you. Your heart hardens, colder, stronger. You proclaim your deeds to the world, unashamed, and the Sultan listens with rapt attention, pressing for details. The priests cry blasphemy, the people shudder at your excesses, but what of it? You smile and break the Sultan Card.

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Extra

This rite has no extra outcome.