Rites

The Grief of the Prodigal

Overnight, Nabhani changed. His ever-affectionate eyes are now saturated with deep melancholy.

ID: 5000805

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 3 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

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Slots

Slot #1
The Forlorn Drunkard

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

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Pops: None

Slot #2
You must meet him in person

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

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Pops: None

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Outcome

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Regular

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Drink with Him, All Night
One cup after another, you drink until nearly dawn, until the faint morning light reddened his eyes.

"She is dead." Nabhani says quietly, "...by my hand, she is dead." He takes another swig from the jug, swaying while standing up, "I'm leaving now, [player.name], thank you for staying with me."

You quickly grab him, urging him not to act rashly, though he looked at you confused, "Rashly?" He laughs, tears welling in his eyes, "What can I do?"

Action:

Speechless in Silence
He also smiles and pushes your hand away, hiding any peculiar color in his eyes quite well, "Don’t worry, I’m fine."

After saying this, his figure disappears wobblingly with his jug around the corner, more dishevels than the drunks who had died in the dark alley.

Conditions:

No Guts
You stare at him, your gaze like a piercing sword: "You know full well under whose sword they died. Nabhani, you used to be a man who would draw a sword for a Lady of Delights. What, do you not dare to anymore? Does your sword only strike to the weaker?"



He freezes, countless complex emotions flash in his eyes instantly, finally turning into a long sigh. He sit back at the table, silently drinking from the jug in his arms.



The Sultan's most loyal guard, this handsome noble who distanced himself from court struggles, embraced the garden of earthly delights, everyone forgot he once had ambition. He once knelt with earnestness, swearing loyalty to earn a promised future. However, time cruelly changes everything.



After draining the last of the wine, he seemed to finally abandon illusions, forsake his sworn promises, leaving behind that youthful self, "Back then I fled far, thinking I could avoid it all, yet it led to this – no one may possess anything of their own in the Sultan’s domain – not even a sliver of freedom and joy. You're right, [player.name], it can’t continue like this. What can I do for you? You must have a plan if you dare to say this."



You nod at him, explaining your intentions. Gradually, a sincere, complex smile appeares on the young Iron Guard's face. However, he doesn't swear to you, just shake your hand, indicating he will stand by you. Because this time, his sword shall draw for what he deems righteous, not for mutable person anymore.

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You took the chance to manipulate him
All noble warriors undergo comprehensive training against black magic, and their practices even include building resistance to illusions, poisons, and the extremes of fire and ice... Under normal circumstances, no matter what kind of tricks you employ, Nabhani's sword would unerringly pierce your throat.



But today, he is nothing more than a mortal, bleeding from the heart. Indulgence, pleasure, and alcohol have yet to numb the pain in his soul.



Guided by your words and drawn to the purity of this noble warrior's soul, the dark power flows like fine liquor, filling Nabhani's cup.



Out of hatred for this world and trust in you, he empties the cursed in a single draught.

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