Rites

Spread Cult Ideology

You plan to spread the Convictions of the Cult among your followers.

ID: 5000746

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Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 1 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

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Slot #1
You must personally spread your ideology

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Who will you preach to?

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God, Forgive Me
The moment the first blasphemous word escapes your lips, Maggie hastily covers your mouth. She simultaneously apologizes to the Immaculate Purity while gazing at you with concern - what's happened to you? What's happened to her husband?

You dare speak no further.

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Better Left Unsaid
He warns you sternly with a look, as if not drawing his sword is already extraordinary courtesy.

He leaves without finishing his tea. How rude.

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You expend considerable effort persuading the Roaming Swordsman, but he merely shrugs: unfortunately, he already has his own god.

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Is It Edible?
When you try persuading him, Habib immediately perks up. First he asks if those legendary otherworldly monsters truly exist, then wonders how their meat tastes... Good heavens, what normal person would eat such things?! You hastily send him away, fearing he might serve you some questionable dish next moment.

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As You Wish
Jenna constantly writes and sketches in her inspiration notebook, seemingly attentive. You're uncertain whether she's merely humoring you... but ultimately she closes her book and agrees to join your cult, which is enough.

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Don't Say It
Facing High Priest Iman, you cannot utter a single word of your prepared cult sermon despite long contemplation.

Iman merely glances at you, then departs with a slight bow, as if already knowing what you intended to say - don't. Don't push your relationship to an irreparable precipice.

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What Did You Say?
Jabal's typically languid eyes suddenly grow alert, sharp as a wolf's. Facing you, he slowly draws his scimitar.

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Nayla is naturally attracted to darkness and blood... who could be more suited for cultist?

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At first, you pretend this is just an ordinary small gathering.



Patiently, you discuss familiar topics with him: officialdom, law cases, statutes... Gradually, the conversation slides into deeper darkness, but out of respect and trust for you, he notice nothing. Finally, you see his expression go blank for a moment, like parchment waiting for the first stroke of ink.



You have successfully corrupted him.

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The Time Hasn't Come
During a usual small gathering, you discuss familiar topics with him: the Court, precedents, laws... However, when trying to steer the conversation towards deeper darkness, his eyebrows knit in caution, eyeing you suspiciously.



You laugh it off as a joke. Seems now is not the time.

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Hahaha, mmm-hmm
After repeatedly confirming this faith requires neither payment nor donations, Jawad finally nods with a smile, his insincere attitude making you roll your eyes. Nevertheless, you briefly imagine his aging face wearing that disgusting Purist priest expression and decide his current demeanor is preferable.

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You try convincing Adila to follow the Cultic God while she's maintaining her sword with tung oil - it's the only time she has patience for your lengthy sermons. She finishes polishing, flourishes the blade skillfully, then sheathes it before looking at you: "What gods can give me, I can take myself. What I cannot take, no god can give me."

Ah, the toughest marks for any con artist are people like this.

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They Are Not Superstitions
You showed Fatuna some secrets of the Creator, the Lord of Darkness. To your surprise, she was already familiar with these doctrines — once they were confirmed by you, she eagerly desired you to teach her more.

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You slowly drip the dark secret into a glass, telling Zaki it is what he lacks, and even what his father lacks... Without hesitation, he drinks the dark remedy.

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Hearing your words, Nabhani widens his eyes in shock, examining you repeatedly. He cannot believe you've descended into darkness's abyss, powerless to help... His face turns ashen, then he pours you wine, serving himself as well. After this drink, he never returns to your side.

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Before you can mention the foul deity lurking in darkness, Faris's dogs suddenly begin howling madly. He apologizes repeatedly, frantically calming his dogs, and you lose your opportunity to continue.

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Junah is compliant. Whatever you give her, she accepts.

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You mean They can manipulate human senses at will?
Jalila shows interest in the Cultic God you describe.

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Shama has read many cult records and rumors in books. Clever as she is, she naturally knows their cruelty and horror... yet her comfortable position reading in her study relies entirely on your assistance. Thus, she merely sighs lightly, not refusing you.

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Final Possession
Therefore, Shama kneels obediently on the floor, forehead touching the ground, exposing her slender, vulnerable neck. "If you wish to deprive me of this too, please kill me."

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Skeptical Response
You tell Alim how wonderful your Cultic God is, how they bestow unimaginable pleasure... oh, and wheat cakes too, certainly.

Alim strokes his chin, looking curious, somewhat longing, somewhat doubtful, then suddenly something occurs to him. He claps his hands firmly with an enlightened "Ah! I understand - I've heard you gather regularly? Don't forget to invite me."

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Faith Rejection
Gullis firmly refuses you.

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This conversation is an absolute disaster. For every statement you make, Lumera asks three probing questions, leaving you confused and speechless: who knows how gods work, what is faith's essence, where divine power originates, how monster summoning functions, whether the otherworld is immaterial or physical... For heaven's sake, if you understood all this, wouldn't you become a god yourself?

You part ways unhappily.

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Trusting and acknowledging you, [s2.name] joins your cult.

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Tempted by your many promises, [s2.name] joins your cult.

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Tempted by your many promises, [s2.name] joins your cult.

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Scientific Impasse
"What god? You mean there are gods besides the Purist?" Mahir's eyes sparkle as she grips your wrist tightly. "Can this god provide Aether? Please, get me some, I really need it."

You extricate yourself from her only with considerable effort.

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Faithful Servant
Faraj unhesitatingly throws himself into the grand enterprise you describe.

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Malkina listens attentively to your sermon, even asking you to draw some common incantations and ritual patterns - not in blood, of course. These inspire her decorative ideas; she even embroiders them as fashionable patterns on her clothing.

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You attempt to convert Hassan but have a terribly frightening dream that night - a massive, mountain-sized black deity warns you not to touch its beloved toy.

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Lady Becky doesn't understand what you're saying, but his keenly smells the cat-repelling scent on you. He scratches the floor disapprovingly before you, as if burying something dirty, then jumps out the window, never to return.

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"I don't understand what you're saying," Aziz kneels before you, speaking in a gruff voice, as stubborn and slow as a small mountain.

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His dull yet sturdy inner self has been destroyed; he kneels silently before you like a massive yet decaying puppet.

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With each word you speak, Inal's eyes brighten. Some talent deeply buried within this young girl connects with the Great Darkness, resonating. Her destiny finally issues its first call in this moment.

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[s2.name] joins your cult. Because you are their master, your word is law.

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[s2.name] joins your cult, because you are this household's master.

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He firmly refuses you: "You don't want some strange accident happening, right?"

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Only you know that you don't truly worship the Cultic God.

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Your lies cannot deceive [s2.name], but perhaps, seeing your desperate need, or perhaps merely to watch what you would do—or simply by the instinct of a "mirror"—it reflected your thoughts faithfully and gave you equal measure in return.

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After some guidance, [s2.name] accepts the ideology you've described.

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Ritual Components
All windows have thick curtains installed, the basement area expanded threefold, while the ground floor has been converted into a spice warehouse to mask the heavy incense and bloody scents...

Trace the correct symbol on the counter and receive an exquisite mask along with mind-expanding opportunities... The curious, the greedy, the foolish - all flock to you... Your influence spreads like mycelium throughout the city.

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