SURVIVAL!Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Physique and Survival determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 8
Low Target Tips: You need at least 8 Success to endure.
Rites
The Sultan gladly accepts your invitation. When he appears on stage, he brings a royal bed carried by eight eunuchs. He reclines and makes a casual gesture... You've seen this gesture at court many times - it means, "Entertain me."
ID: 5000852
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 0 days
Waits For: 0 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0
Starts Automatically: Yes
Triggers Result Automatically: No
Tag Tips: None
Tag Tips Up: Normal Result, Physique, Survival
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Random Text Up:SURVIVAL!
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Physique and Survival determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 8
Low Target Tips: You need at least 8 Success to endure.
This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
Sultan
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
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Pops: None
Yourself
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
You can take this to break a Carnality Card of Silver tier or lower.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Consumable
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
The Sultan's Suspicion
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
This rite has no activation conditions.
This rite has no prior outcome.
Your throat tightens as you look around; everyone else prostrates themselves before the Sultan. Clearly, the gesture was meant for you... Gritting your teeth, you climb onto the royal bed. Licking, rubbing, penetration, rhythm, stifled cries, forceful thrusts, slaps, choking, ropes, piercing. The Sultan's brutal methods of amusement shock the audience. More than once, people thought you might die...
But you endured. The Sultan seems somewhat disappointed by this, somewhat unsatisfied - but night falls, and by tradition, the sovereign cannot spend the night outside the palace but within the capital. The empire's ancient customs have saved your life. You'll need time to heal these wounds... both outside and in.
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Your throat tightens as you look around; everyone else prostrates themselves before the Sultan. Clearly, the gesture was meant for you... Gritting your teeth, you climb onto the royal bed. Licking, rubbing, penetration, rhythm, stifled cries, forceful thrusts, slaps, choking, ropes, piercing. The Sultan's brutal methods of amusement shock the audience. More than once, people thought you might die... as indeed you never imagined dying this way.
When death finally comes, you feel an overwhelming relief. No more suffering, at last - sweet release...
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Some call you a sycophant, others a traitor, some whisper you plot rebellion... Today, you've proven your limitless devotion to the Sultan.
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