Rites
Now, the noble and merciful ruler requests you to join the "Sultan's Game."
ID: 5000796
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 3 days
Waits For: 5 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0
Starts Automatically: No
Triggers Result Automatically: No
Tag Tips: None
Tag Tips Up: Fight Result, Charisma, Sociability
Tag Tips Text:
Random Text: None
Random Text Up:You present a golden Carnality Card, expressing your desire, asking for your master’s mercy...
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The number of dice provided by your Charisma and Sociability is influenced by the Sultan.
Low Target: 7
Low Target Tips: You need at least 7 Successes to pursuit pleasure.
Result:
You dare ignore the Sultan's "invitation"? You're dead.
Action:
He was the masked guest at the House of Delights that day, who won the golden key, and started this entertaining game
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
Ladies of delights surround the Sultan
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
Ladies of delights surround the Sultan
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
The Sultan orders him to join this game
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
The Sultan orders him to join this game
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
The Sultan orders her to join this game
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
The Sultan orders her to join this game
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
You are also "invited" to join this licentious game
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
You can take the opportunity to break any Sultan Card, except...
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Convenient consumables, or to break an Extravagance Card by offering 30 Gold Coins
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 part the beaded curtain of the House of Delights. Through the shimmering light, you spot the Sultan lounging in the deepest shadows, his eyes half-lidded in contentment, resembling a languid beast at rest.
[s2.name] kneels naked at his feet, her beautiful and smooth back holding a golden tray and wine upon the table
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[s3.name] lay on the carpet, holding a scroll in her hands, moaning as she mockingly recited persuasive words written on it
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Under the veil, [s4.name] is bound on the rack, elegant whip marks on his chest. Slave girls teased his body with feathers, while he keeps his brow tight, shouts eyes enduring, as the master did not allow him to release
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And [s6.name] kneels by the banquet table, the only neatly dressed lady, but you can see, under the loose robe, she is desperately enduring something, perhaps pain or desire
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Of course, there are [s5.name] and [s7.name]... You see them indulging in fervent revelry before the altar, compelled by the Sultan's orders to perform such acts... or did the tyrant's allure liberate their true nature?
Conditions:
When you kneel before the Sultan, a damp smell from the floor rises up, and something scorching hovers above your head, making you not dare to look up.
The Sultan laughs heartily at your courage and madness, rewarding you by making your corpse the party's favorite toy – your head gloriously placed on the throne, witnessing the full spectacle.
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Result:
You come to partake in this feast of desire. As silks slip from your body, you lose yourself in the women's soft caresses, the wine-sweet taste of their lips, and the raw passion in men's touch. Your mind drowns in pure pleasure, your soul dissolving into a sticky puddle, drying and wetting over and over again.
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Result:
He motions you to silence, then claps his hands. A slave girl crawls forward on her knees, presenting a set of exquisite jade – the larger ones are merely intimidating, while the finer ones make you tremble! Her face is a mask of indifference; she measures you with her fingers, selecting implements perfectly sized for each entrance to your body... At last, with a gold-encrusted belt and brass clasps, she binds you – stripping away freedom while bestowing constraint, pain, and pleasure.
Clearly, in this lusty feast, the Sultan has prepared a confined corner just for you.
Now, you can only bow your head, glimpsing nothing but your master's feet. When waves of sensation make you quiver, you might catch fleeting glimpses of his satisfied smile.
Conditions:
Power and wealth – people always crave more from the Sultan. And you... what sets you apart?
The Sultan rises from his golden throne. The candlelight casts his shadow long against the wall, dancing like a devil.
He approaches you with that devil in his chest. With his noble toe, he lifts your bowed head. "Is that so? Then please me."
You keep your hands behind your back like a well-trained hound. At last, your tongue tastes the skin of your monarch, your master. It brings no joy – like a reckless, devastating storm, yet somehow warm, like blood-soaked iron...
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Result:
Fine liquor, exquisite dishes, and a collection of rare and curious trinkets – you present them to the Sultan, calling them a token of your humble regard. The Sultan is pleased with you. From the array of dazzling trinkets, he selects the most intriguing one and rewards you with it – slicing your skin with his golden blade and piercing it through your flesh.
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Result:
What does the Sultan love most if not blood? He laughs, pointing casually at someone. And you, you give him a performance like no other.
You embrace the chosen one with seeming tenderness – soft caresses and gentle kisses belied by your strong arms. With a thin, razor-sharp blade, you carve intricate patterns across bare flesh. Every shudder, every gasping breath, every desperate struggle, and every plea becomes part of this canvas of despair. You are the cold executioner, alone in your deadly dance.
As blood drips steadily, you finally release the fading soul, presenting the blade to the Sultan. With a hearty laugh, he drives it into the victim's lower body, destroying what little life remains. Then he orders the skin flayed whole – this masterpiece, he declares, must be preserved forever.
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Result:
Time stands frozen, as if the sun and moon have abandoned their eternal course, waiting for the master of the world to grow bored. With a yawn, the Sultan carelessly kicks aside the perfumed beauty curled against him. He strides across the scattered chaos of the floor, leaving with languid grace.
Only then does the wind stir in this chamber thick with desire. Only then do you slowly recall your own name, at last aware that you're still breathing.
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Action:
Time stands frozen, as if the sun and moon have abandoned their eternal course, waiting for the master of the world to grow bored. With a yawn, the Sultan carelessly kicks aside the perfumed beauty curled against him. You can faintly feel his gaze lingering on someone for a moment as if a faint spark of interest has been kindled, though you cannot tell who it is.
Only after the Sultan's languid departure does the wind dare to stir in this chamber thick with desire. Only then do you slowly recall your own name, at last aware that you're still breathing.
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Action:
Bribing garbage-transporting slaves provides cover to recover the Sultan's precious life essence. He consumed several such sheaths, all discarded into a chili powder box - one of which you replaced with a near-perfect counterfeit.
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