Rites

The Grand Game

Frequent appearances in the palace are as necessary as water and air are to the living; missing a friend only loses some benefits, but missing an enemy means not knowing the words that escaped their lips into the Sultan's ear.

ID: 5001001

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 1

Starts Automatically: Yes

Triggers Result Automatically: Yes

Tag Tips: Opposition, Support, Fatigue

Tag Tips Up: Normal Result, Opposition, Support, Fatigue

Tag Tips Text:

Random Text: None

Random Text Up:

Roll #1
You try to attract the Sultan's attention...
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: The number of dice provided by your Sociability.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 3 Successes to persuade the Sultan.
Roll #2
You attempt to persuade Sultan...
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Sociability and Charisma determine your dice count.
Low Target: 4
Low Target Tips: You need at least 4 Successes to win back the Sultan's favor.

Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
If left unchecked, slander will grow like weeds in the ears of the king...

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Type = Item
  • Tag (calumny) Costs one of 1, 999

Pops: None

Slot #2
The Supreme Sultan

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
Being brought by the Sultan in his court is not necessarily a blessing.

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #5
You can go yourself or send a follower who is a Noble to go.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops:

  • Condition: Action:
    • Choose:
      • Self Pops:
        Meow?
  • Condition:
    • Slot #5 Has Tag (Wife) = 1
    Action:
    • Choose:
      • Self Pops:
        Alright, I'll go for you
      • Self Pops:
        I heard some secrets from the ladies before...
      • Self Pops:
        Review the rules and etiquette of the palace once more...
      • Self Pops:
        Speak less, listen more, the Sultan can't see me, the Sultan can't see me...
      • Self Pops:
        Hmph, no one can slander us!
      • Self Pops:
        I've never... I've never lost an argument!
  • Condition:
    • Slot #5 Has Card = Qais
    Action:
    • Choose:
      • Self Pops:
        I have something to report as well.
      • Self Pops:
        Won't you see the Sultan personally?
      • Self Pops:
        Our lord... sigh.
  • Condition: Action:
    • Choose:
      • Self Pops:
        You called me here for this? How boring.
      • Self Pops:
        Sigh! I'd rather go home and sleep than listen to these arguments from these grumpy scholars.
      • Self Pops:
        I know you just want to have fun, that's why you left me to suffer in the palace, right?
      • Self Pops:
        Please, let someone else do it. Let me take you out for some fun, how about it?
      • All:
        • Slot #2 Pops:
          Nabhani, it's rare to see you here.
        • Self Pops:
          Oh, your majesty, once the court session ends, I'd like to introduce you to a beautiful lady. She’s really special...
      • Self Pops:
        So sleepy...
  • Condition: Action:
    • Choose:
      • Self Pops:
        Leave it to me!
      • Self Pops:
        Things in the palace never change, there's nothing new.
      • Self Pops:
        Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one can speak ill of you to the Sultan!
  • Condition: Action:
    • Choose:
      • Slot #2 Pops:
        [player.name] always comes up with new tricks...
      • Self Pops:
        The human king... shrouded in darkness
      • Self Pops:
        The etiquette here is a hundred times simpler than in the forest of the Jinn
  • Condition: Action:
    • Choose:
      • Self Pops:
        I wonder what mood the Sultan is in today?
      • Self Pops:
        I understand.
      • Self Pops:
        May the True God bless us...
  • Condition: Action:
    • Choose:
      • Self Pops:
        I - I can't... I can't handle this situation... Please, let me go back?
  • Condition: Action:
    • Choose:
      • Self Pops:
        Nothing like what the mirror showed me
      • Self Pops:
        His eyes... they devour the light...
Slot #6
Using a Sultan Card in front of the Sultan might be a madness idea...

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #7
You can offer everything you have to the great Sultan for his favor, which may not be as you expect. You may ask Him for anything your heart desire, but will it be enough to pay the cost?

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops:

  • Condition: Action:
    • Choose:
      • Self Pops:
        N–no, don't!
      • Self Pops:
        Grandpa, save me...

Activation Conditions

This rite has no activation conditions.

Outcome

Prior

You publicly declared the Sultan's atrocities and your intent to rebel. Everyone thought you were mad, including the Sultan, and thus, you were executed.

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Regular

You wonder why the Sultan treats himself even more cruelly than you? Isn't it ridiculous that he threw himself into such a crazy game—tarnishing his respect and endangering his subjects' loyalty?



Through the noisy whispers, through malicious eyes, the lights in the palace flickering, on the Sultan's blurred face, you caught a glimmer, a trace, a hint, something wafting through the air... one of fear.

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You wonder why the Sultan treats himself even more cruelly than you? Isn't it ridiculous that he threw himself into such a crazy game—tarnishing his respect and endangering his subjects' loyalty?



Through the noisy whispers, through malicious eyes, the lights in the palace flickering, on the Sultan's blurred face, you caught a glimmer, a trace, a hint, something wafting through the air... one of fear.

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Slander grows by the Sultan's ear, about your misdeeds, your disrespect...

If there were even one person to speak for you, it would've been difficult for such weeds to take root, but unfortunately, there wasn't.

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The Nobles bicker like street ruffians scrambling for food before their master. This is exactly what the Sultan wants to see.

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You are carrying out the sacred task given by the Sultan, aren't you? You deserve support in the palace.

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Extra

All the absurdity of endless debates and debacles has left the Sultan thoroughly exhausted, so he will probably relieve himself from the court for a few days. Your recent actions have not aroused any suspicion from the Sultan, as such, your Influence has increased.

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All the absurdity of endless debates and debacles has left the Sultan thoroughly exhausted, so he will probably relieve himself from the court for a few days. Your recent actions have not aroused any suspicion from the Sultan, as such, your Influence has increased.

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All the absurdity of endless debates and debacles has left the Sultan thoroughly exhausted, so he will probably relieve himself from the court for a few days.

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Palace intrigues have made the Sultan somewhat weary.

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Palace intrigues have made the Sultan somewhat weary.

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Bronze Tribute
You notice today that the position beside the Sultan is not vacant.

The woman sitting beside him has ashen-pale skin and hair bright as sand. She silently, expressionlessly listens to the courtiers' clamor, serene as if from another world.

Such astonishing beauty, you think, like a stone in a flattering palace. She shouldn't be here, but rather stand in an undying river or an unmelting snowy peak, serving a god who looks down once in a ten millennia.

Yet here she is.

You understand why the Sultan brought her – for this discordant sensation. He enjoys forcing someone into a misfit mold, watching them break. A strange empathy grips you.

You are suddenly seized by an unfamiliar urge, as if you hover above, observing that beautiful heart, this land's ruler stripped of armor, roaming outside a heart's gate. In front of this bleeding heart, in this universally bitter rejection, you find yourself half her, half the Sultan's shadow.

A chasm splits your heart and soul. Respectfully, you offer the Carnality Card, seeking closeness to her.

You dare not raise your head, knowing full well the Sultan's black gaze brews rage, but Ansuya's tranquility fills your heart. You wish only for a rare glint of surprise in her eyes before welcoming the Sultan’s storm.

However, no storm arrives. You hear the Sultan's strange, low chuckle. He toys with your card, "My dear Ansuya is worth a Bronze Card indeed."

The Sultan admires Ansuya’s paleness, snapping the card with a crisp sound: "I permit this, but..." His cold gaze wraps your throat like a serpent. Smiling, he continues, "Ansuya, from which tribe? Balham or Tyria? Tyria's artisans excel in idol crafting. [s5.name], bring Tyria's statue for Ansuya to ease homesickness. Then she'll accompany you."

You agree with no choice, but Ansuya shows neither gratitude nor scorn under the Sultan’s wild laughter, thanking stoically, more still than stonework. Only you see her fist clench, white as a jade blade.

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Silver Exchange
You notice that the position beside the Sultan is not vacant today.



Sadani, long absent from court, sits on where she was confidently again, scanning the courtiers with a look of mingled haughtiness and ostentation, whose repulsive gaze only became tender when it fell upon the Sultan. She gently peeled off the thin skins of the grapes with her delicate fingers, and placed one of the glistening fruits on a golden plate in the Sultan's hand.



The contrasting pride and humility met in her young face, and how similar it was to that of the courtiers who filled the hall! Who has not endeavored to please the Sultan with the power he has bestowed upon him? Yet none display such "love," so nauseatingly insincere.



You make your mind to uncover the facade, the Carnality Card sears inside you. You politely hold it to the Sultan, seeking closeness with Sadani.



But without even so much as a glance towards the card, the Sultan take it and throw it away, his grin wide, "That's fine, Sadani, accompany him."



"Impossible!" she bursts out, yet instantly regrets. How can the Sultan allow defiance? Her beautiful face with decent makeup drains of color as she kneels, pleading, her voice mixes fear, resentment, and reluctant coquettishness, "Your Majesty... [s5.name] brazenly entreats Your favor so openly. He is but a bug under your heel – unworthy of Your attention!"



"Haha... Seems Sadani isn't fond of you." The Sultan laughs deeply, yet as relief flits Sadani's face, he adds, unhurried, "I've heard of a beast troubling outside the city. Chop off its head; Sadani will rejoice."



"Your Majesty!" the consort pleads, but her eyes waver, hints of breaking, almost falling. The Sultan swats away her trembling hand, leaving the audience hall. As his robe brushed by casually, the grape-filled platter spills, fruit scattering over marble, their juice colorless and cold.

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Golden Price
The Sultan regarded his companion, fingers idly manipulating the golden chains adorning her waist – each representing nights of exemplary service. "I shall accompany him, my sovereign," Zazie declared with arrogant confidence, "merely to demonstrate no man surpasses your excellence. I shall make your nobleman kneel before me, confessing his presumption in approaching battlefields you've already conquered." The Sultan laughed appreciatively, casually caressing Zazie's buttocks before adding: "Ensure Zazie receives appropriate gifts to secure her favor before claiming her company."

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Stone Substitution
"Ah, Fadia... not entirely impossible..."

The Sultan smiled indulgently toward the slave girl beside him, her head bowed so deeply her expression vanished in shadow.

"Without dear Fadia, my household might lack certain specialized services. My excellent Fadia possesses remarkable talents, doesn't she? Demonstrate your particular skills for my courtiers."

The slave girl knelt gracefully, pouring fragrant ointment from her golden vessel onto her exposed chest, then meticulously cleansing the Sultan's feet with her anointed breasts, ensuring thorough application between toes using her nipples – performing these intimate services without hesitation or reluctance.

"Observe – certain services other concubines refuse without severe punishment, Fadia performs without complaint. My proposition: I shall grant you temporary access to Fadia, provided you contribute equivalently talented slaves to my household. Reasonable, yes?"

This statement constituted imperial command rather than negotiation.

Both you and Fadia knelt in ceremonial acceptance.

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The Sultan rejects your request.
You wish to use the Carnality Card on my woman; only one of exactly matching tier will suffice.

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When you reveal the card of Bloodshed in the Sultan's court, everyone holds their breath.



After a moment of peace, you choose the one who just spoke on stage, Vizier Abdul. Facing the trembling Abdul, the Sultan permits him to call for help – it's more entertaining that way.

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When you reveal the card of Bloodshed in the Sultan's palace, everyone stops breathing.

After enjoying the moment of silence, you point to the individual who just gave a speech. The courtiers buzz like a swarm of bees, while the Sultan smiles like a beekeeper:

He announces that the two of you will duel to the death in front of the throne tomorrow.

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Action:

You place one foot on the steps of the Sultan's throne and show him the card with a coronation pattern. Now, you exercise the power granted to you by the game rules, and you aim to conquer the center of power...

Then, everything spins, and you see your beheaded body spurting blood, which gets absorbed by the crimson carpet as if falling into a void.

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Action:

You report Sadani's Secret to the Sultan.
To the consort besides the Sultan, your words was something even in a milennia she could not expect. That mask of condescension and calmness goes stiff, then shattered like glasses after. She almost jumps, pointing at you with trembling fingers, try to organize a sentence but in vain.



"Cr..crazy...words...what...What are you talking about? Your majesty, please... I... He... He is a madman! Yes! He is a madman driven by the card game... Your MAJESTY!"



Hapless Sadani kneels at his feet, pallor on her panic-stricken face. The Sultan gazes down gently, caressing her soft, pale cheek, oh so beautiful as ever, lacking only a drop of blood embellishment. He smiles, "I'll investigate, nothing to worry about, Sadani."



Trembling harder, she knows his kindness never reaches the living... Despair-stricken, she stands abruptly, rushing the guard's side to wield a scimitar against you.



You narrowly dodge, chaos erupts. From his high throne, the Sultan looks on, amused by the spectacle. At last, Sadani collapses, she has left only screams and curses, filling the air until she was pulled away. The crying of women dissapears, alongside it something everyone can imagine. An expected disappearance – your goal achieved. Tidying yourself, you present the card painted with sacrifice.



The Sultan, impressed by your nerve, stares at you while breaking the card, the sound of its snap akin to a broken bone.

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Action:

You report Sadani's Secret to the Sultan and present a card inscribed with sacrifice.
The Sultan toys with it, but stares at you. "How do you know I would definitely kill her?"



You bow low respectfully, "Your majesty is so powerful that everyone submits to you. Why would you need an heir to share your power?"



The Sultan nods thoughtfully, "Very well, then personally give this dagger to the her."



You have no choice but to comply. You carry the accompanying guards through the wide and intricate stone path of the harem, arriving in front of Sadani's palace. The consort looks at you in surprise, unable to believe what she heard: "You're betraying me? At such a time... Ha! Men... Very well, very well!" She slowly pulls out the gold dagger from the tray, then suddenly attacks you.



You, catch off guard and forgetting to dodge, have the blade stopped by Royal Guard Captain Seliman. He looked at the consort and shook his head almost imperceptibly, and then looked at you. "Sir, please wait here. Sadani the consort is, after all, a royal figure. She need not do anything in public." His dark, steadfast eyes are particularly convincing to you in your state of shock. You watch him lead the consort into the room, and after a while, the door opens again, and only Seliman comes out. He places the blood-stained dagger back on the gold tray expressionlessly.



You return it to the Sultan, who doesn't take a second glance and happily breaks the card.

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Action:

You report Sadani's Secret to the Sultan.
To the consort besides the Sultan, your words was something even in a milennia she could not expect. That mask of condescension and calmness goes stiff, then shattered like glasses after. She almost jumps, pointing at you with trembling fingers, try to organize a sentence but in vain.



"Cr..crazy...words...what...What are you talking about? Your majesty, please... I... He... He is a madman! Yes! He is a madman driven by the card game... Your MAJESTY!"



Hapless Sadani kneels at his feet, pallor on her panic-stricken face. The Sultan gazes down gently, caressing her soft, pale cheek, oh so beautiful as ever, lacking only a drop of blood embellishment. He smiles, "I'll investigate, nothing to worry about, Sadani."



Trembling harder, she knows his kindness never reaches the living... Despair-stricken, she stands abruptly, rushing the guard's side to wield a scimitar against you.



You narrowly dodge, chaos erupts. From his high throne, the Sultan looks on, amused by the spectacle. At last, Sadani collapses, she has left only screams and curses, filling the air until she was pulled away. The crying of women dissapears, alongside it something everyone can imagine. An expected disappearance.



Your work is done.

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Action:

You reported Sadani's secret to the Sultan, but the Sultan reacted indifferently, 'Is that so? I see.' He tapped the armrest of the throne lightly, saying no more. A few days later, you heard that a woman’s corpse, with its abdomen hollowed out, was found outside the city, possibly chewed by wild dogs.

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You recount the assassination of the Royal Guard Captain to the Sultan and hoped to break a Bloodshed Card. The Sultan agrees.

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You presented conclusive evidence of his crimes to the Sultan, castigating him for his atrocities against humanity and disdain for life.

'Indeed? How many died?'

'Seventy-seven slave girls.'

'Were they beautiful?'

'Well... I don't know.'

The Sultan's interest immediately waned, as he leaned back against the throne, idly twirling his gem ring.

How simple was the logic. Humans are not born equal, how do seventy-seven corpses compare to a useful tool? You felt a chill, but you did not intend to retreat. You bowed again to the Sultan. 'I request your permission for this trial to offset a card from your great hand.'

The Sultan stared at you for a while, then finally smiled. He waved his hand and granted you permission.

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Action:

Nawfal vehemently opposed everything you said and did. He even proposed ending this chaotic game to the Sultan, but was rejected. you are admittedly the protagonist of a game of stolen power, but isn't that the Sultan's game as well? Until the Sultan grows weary, you still have a chance.

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Sending someone there has at least one benefit – you can receive useful intelligence in real-time.

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Lady Becky sometimes unexpectedly gets rewarded for doing something herself.

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Sending someone there has at least one benefit – you can receive useful intelligence in real-time.

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Lady Becky sometimes unexpectedly gets rewarded for doing something herself.

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Being far from the center of the whirlpool of power often makes it easier to be drawn into the abyss.

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There was nothing new about the way you used the Bloodshed Card, so the Sultan rejected it.

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The Sultan rejects your request.
You want to use a Bloodshed Card on my minister here, but you must present a perfectly matching tier to do so.

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The Sultan's Plaything
Your action of taking out the Card of Carnality surprises the Sultan, but he soon laughs. He appreciates your audacity, but refuses to share this toy with you; he hasn't finished with it yet – accompanied by the master's words, the thing wrapped in golden chains lets out an eerie whimper.

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The Sultan gracefully accepted your offering; he was pleased to see your loyalty.

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Result:

The Sultan gracefully accepted your offering, but your humility didn't conclude this game. You realized that perhaps these things needed to be placed in more useful areas.

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The luxurious attire of the nobles provided Jenna with jewelry design inspiration.

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You Present Arzuna to the Sultan
The Sultan expresses considerable interest in your "exceptionally beautiful sister." He eagerly accepts your offering and pledges to elevate her to concubine status.

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You offer the Gold Bird to the Sultan
The Sultan is very satisfied!

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You equipped the Charm Amulet
You charmed the Sultan, and for some time, the Sultan will support you.

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Only if you personally bring the Sultan Card to the palace will it be effective.

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No one thought there was anything wrong with Lady Becky's appearance.

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Walking in the Sultan's palace feels like breaking through cobwebs, moving through the gaze of the ministers. In this game, more and more things entangle you...

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Something noteworthy has happened.

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You inform the Sultan about the curse of the dragon.
Before court is dismissed, you bring up what Adila once mentioned about the dragon's curse. The Sultan doesn’t even lift an eyelid at your words.

“Of course, I know about this,” he says. “The former king even married one of their women. But if the dragon’s curse means they can’t bear sons, what use is a concubine who can’t produce an heir to the throne?”

He waves his hand dismissively. The topic clearly fails to spark his interest.

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You offered the Dragon's Eye Gem to the Sultan.
The Sultan is deeply satisfied with your devotion – he couldn’t be more pleased!



He pardons all your crimes and even grants you the extraordinary privilege of breaking a Sultan Card. The task on the card? He will personally take care of it.



Such a magnificent gift – never before seen.

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Double Mockery
With effortless grace, Shagi convinced the Sultan of your clownish inadequacy – particularly emphasizing your bedroom shortcomings. What threat could such an emasculated figure possibly present? Consequently, transgressions normally provoking royal wrath received surprising dismissal.

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You confess your guilt.
You crawl to the center of the lapis lazuli hall, fabricating your own crimes, without surprise; the Sultan offers you a cruel opportunity... at least it will dissipate some of his accumulated anger.

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You confess your guilt.
You crawl to the center of the lapis lazuli hall, confessing your crimes. The Sultan laughs: "We must punish you properly."

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You present <i>Pugilist's Proof</i> before everyone and accuse Jabal.
Jabal stares at you in disbelief, his face quickly turning ashen.

The Sultan seems to relish his despair and dejection. The great ruler casually gestures with his hand, then makes another ambiguous motion.

While you are still trying to decipher the Sultan’s intentions, Jabal lets out a heavy sigh and steps forward to face you.

“It was you who exposed me, so I think this is fair,” he says. “The Sultan has ordered me to challenge someone to a duel in court. If I win, my punishment for secretly participating in underground fights will be lifted…”

He assumes a combat stance.

“Draw your weapon. I, Jabal, will not fight an unarmed opponent.”

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You present <i>Fire Dragon Scales</i> before everyone and request a reward from the Sultan.
The Sultan holds the scale with two fingers, glances towards your prostrate position, and lightly throws it away. The scale spins over in an arc, finally embedding in the palace beams, you notice a blood streak cut across your cheek. "Everything in the world is my property. You dared to take without permission and let that creature escape? Such a waste! This punishment is but a fraction of what I should rightfully mette, now get out!"



The next day, stories of you leading a team to defeat the Fire Dragon begin to spread in the city.

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You discreetly bring up the Qais family's noble title to the Sultan
An old hereditary right, which isn’t a topic the Sultan is most interested in. You can only approach it from other topics, saying you wish to buy a hereditary noble title for a capable assistant as a reward...

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Interesting
The Sultan listened with uncharacteristic attention before inexplicably smiling.

While confusion clouded your thoughts, he languidly explained that all nobles – both their lives and authority – constitute royal property, and years prior, he had transferred this particular title to Jawad – indeed, the same individual creating recent complications.

He observed your reaction with predatory interest, eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement – clearly communicating that reclaiming Qais's identity paper from Jawad necessitates eliminating this adversary – the Sultan eagerly anticipates your response.

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The Sultan might be interested by your vivid storytelling
He listens attentively for a while, then waves his hand, telling you it is not feasible.

All the nobles – their lives and their authority – are the Sultan’s Property. A few years ago, he already sold this title to a noble, apparently buying it for his daughter.



With the situation as it is, you can only bow and leave, thinking of another way to help Qais.

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The Sultan might be interested by your vivid storytelling
He listens attentively for a while, then waves his hand, telling you it is not feasible.

All the nobles – their lives and their authority – are the Sultan’s Property. A few years ago, he already sold this title to a noble, apparently buying it for his daughter.



With the situation as it is, you can only bow and leave, thinking of another way to help Qais.

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You fail to attract the Sultan's attention
He impatiently orders you to silence, the courtiers; scared like cicadas in winter, are fearful that the Sultan's fury will affect them. Their resentful eyes pin you from behind, cursing the trouble you've caused! And you know, you'll never have the chance to inquire about it again, lest you wish to lose your head.

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You fail to attract the Sultan's attention
Before his anger erupts, you wisely step back... The gazes of the court fall upon your sweat-soaked back, as if mocking you.

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Royal Hostage's Request
Clinging to his last hope, Fardak gathers his courage and kneels before the Sultan just as the court draws to a close. He pleads to return home to his aging parents. But as expected, the Sultan dismisses his request with lazy indifference.



The poor youth begs, promises, and weeps – all in vain. Such displays never fail to amuse the Sultan. The more sincere Fardak's desperation, the more his sovereign relishes the torment - for these are emotions the Sultan has never felt, nor could he understand.

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You present the Blessing of Harvest to the Sultan
The few gold coins that the blessing brings mean nothing to the Sultan, yet he relishes your practiced flattery.

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No Omen At All
When others whisper that the Sultan's misdeeds have brought the eclipse, you boldly claim that while eclipses may occur naturally, only the ruler's magnificence can command the sun's return. Though this notion is utterly ridiculous, you have formulas, observation records, and complex calculations. Who would dare deny the Sultan possesses such a grand character?

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No Omen At All
When the others whispered that the Sultan's misdeeds had summoned a lunar eclipse, you smiled and said, “Even the moon knows to bathe itself in blood to offer the Sultan a spectacle worthy of his favor.” No one dared contradict you—after all, not everyone's head can vanish and reappear like the moon.

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It was supposed to be just a performance.
The one dressed in costume isn't a true rebel, but a fool meant to amuse the Sultan with bizarre folklore – or at least, that was the plan.



But now, the King of Flames emerges in the center of the Lapis Palace. Through its crude mask, it locks eyes with the Sultan, neither kneeling nor speaking. The strange tension spreads through the hall, and the murmurs of the court fade into silence. Whispers give way to unease as a dark smile creeps across the Sultan's face.



The blazing sun outside is suddenly obscured by dark clouds. Within this momentary darkness, Shadows writhe across the walls. The tyrant's ravenous aura envelops the palace with shapes of bestial madness. And as if provoked by this overwhelming malevolence, the King of Flames begins to convulse. It shakes its red mane, made of tattered rags, and lets out a low, leonine roar – a voice you no longer recognize.



Just as you prepare to intervene, the King of Flames draws a sword – a weapon that the Sultan's Iron Guards had carefully inspected, meant to be nothing more than a piece of broken wood. But now, it gleams with a terrifying, icy radiance, transformed into a divine blade sharp enough to cut through anything. The Sultan's eyes light up with unbridled joy. His laughter echoes through the hall, shaking the beams above and sending his guards retreating. The Warrior King would face this supernatural challenger himself.



As the first rays of sunlight pierce the dark clouds and light up the grand hall once more, the King of Flames's sword and body ignite in holy fire. This is a power granted by the heavens and the earth, by the tormented masses and the extinguished souls of the damned – a force meant to challenge the evils of this world. With great strides, it charges up the Sultan's golden steps, scorching the carpet, shattering the tiles, and swings its sword with all its might at the Sultan – only to have it parried by the Sultan's short blade.



The Warrior King and the burning figure intertwine in lethal combat, locked in a grotesque yet magnificent dance of death. Around them, slaves and servants scream as they are torn apart by the whirlwind of steel and flames, leaving nothing but bloody ruin. The nobles cower in the corners, watching as the Sultan's maniacal laughter mingles with the furious roars of the King of Flames.



At last, as if the dance has abruptly ended, the head of King of Flames soars into the air, its defiant, writhing body collapsing to the ground in a heap of ashes.



Today, the Sultan seems reborn, invigorated by the battle, while the court is reminded of memories buried under years of prosperity. The Sultan rewards you with a single gold coin for the brutal spectacle.

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You present Salwiyah to the Sultan.
Not long after, you hear that the beauty you gifted to the Sultan met a tragic end in a dispute. She had dared to steal the concubine's jeweled slippers and was caught red-handed by the eunuch. She was then swiftly cut in half on the spot. The Sultan watched the entire spectacle with great delight.



Be grateful – neither the concubine nor the Sultan chose to vent their anger on you... this time...

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Otherworldly Pleasure
When you release the succubus in the palace center, letting dark, sweet-coppery power flow unrestrained, everyone falls into momentary hallucinations - except the Sultan.

He observes his courtiers' infatuated states with subtle cruelty. Intrigued, he beckons you to bring the creature before him, wanting to touch its oil-like skin and discover what generates such power beneath its mist-shrouded face.

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Otherworldly Pleasure
When you release the succubus in the palace center, letting dark, sweet-coppery power flow unrestrained, everyone falls into momentary hallucinations - except the Sultan.

He observes his courtiers' infatuated states with subtle cruelty. Intrigued, he beckons you to bring the creature before him, wanting to touch its oil-like skin and discover what generates such power beneath its mist-shrouded face.

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You present the exquisite blue gauze to the Sultan.
The Sultan graciously accepts the gauze you present to him, though, of course, he will not pay for it.

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Newlyweds' Plea
On your advice, Fardak and Lumera come before the Sultan, kneel, and request the Sultan's permission to return home and hold another wedding as per tradition.



After hearing their request, the Sultan's first command is for Lumera to raise her head. His sinister gaze lingers over the bride as he makes some lewd remarks. Suddenly, a cunning idea crosses his mind, and he grants their request with a nod.



"However," he wags a finger at Fardak, "you must return within a week – of course, I wouldn't mind if she came instead. My court simply cannot do without you... I like you so much, haha!" He laughs.



Fardak turns pale, knowing all too well the Sultan's will is as unyielding as steel. As they retreat from the cold lapis lazuli palace, Lumera's comforting hand on his shoulder, they pretend not to feel the Sultan's amused yet menacing gaze following their every step.

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You Present Evidence against the Vizier to the Sultan
You know this evidence insufficient to topple the esteemed Vizier, yet you proceed anyway, determined he should face some consequence, however minor, for those poor slave girls.

Thus begins a prolonged verbal war at court. You and the Vizier's faction engage in fierce debate until exhaustion as slander and schemes against you multiply endlessly. You persist almost purely on principle.

Until one day, amid your heated exchange, Nawfal kneels before the Sultan, presenting incontrovertible physical evidence...

You're astonished - no wonder he's been so quiet lately, secretly building a case while the Vizier focused on countering you. The Sultan smiles, casually examining the thick dossier before his gaze briefly passes over Nawfal to settle on Abdul's ashen face.

"You've grown old, Abdul." This gentle statement alone terrifies the Vizier, who instantly prostrates himself, neither daring to defend nor beg mercy, like a trembling lamb awaiting slaughter.

"Why such fear? Aren't you my most beloved Vizier? Lord [player.name], help him up." The Sultan commands, and you naturally obey. Whatever price Abdul later paid remains unknown - he keeps his position as Vizier, while Nawfal continues his cold disdain toward you... Outwardly nothing changes, yet something in the unseen currents has shifted direction.

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You Present Evidence against the Vizier to the Sultan.
You eloquently denounce former Vizier Abdul's misdeeds in the Lapis Lazuli Palace, with no one defending his memory. Then, respectfully kneeling, you suggest his grave offenses shouldn't be dismissed merely because of his death. The Sultan readily grants your request to confiscate his estate.

Though the gold never reaches your purse, your sense of justice feels satisfied.

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The Sultan's Rare Excitement
"Ah... the Highland Realm's Oath of Gilded Blood! My father never obtained this sword, leaving certain fools resistant to his rule... But now I possess it! My most loyal subject has presented it to me!"

He eagerly draws the treasured blade, effortlessly sinking it into a guard's skull and slowly pulling through. Amid what might be the sword's or the man's lament, the Sultan rewards you handsomely.

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Promises Become Death Warrants
The Sultan smiles coldly while examining this parchment filled with rebels' names... You truly are his favorite courtier, providing such an extensive killing list!

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Tasteless Humor
"Such outdated fashion... only ancient women from the previous dynasty would wear this. Ah, I recall one who did... As a child, I watched my father enjoy her services." He giggles before carelessly tossing the gold-embroidered garments to a eunuch. "Place these in the eunuchs' latrine - their appropriate location." He dismisses the matter with a wave. Nevertheless, your actions again demonstrate your loyalty.

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You could have removed a Carnality Card of Silver tier at most, but you brought none.

The Sultan shows extraordinary interest in this artwork. His unconcealed appreciation and delight are obvious - offering an actual beauty might not please him this much!

However, others viewing the painting appear shocked and alarmed. You overhear whispers in the Lapis Lazuli Palace - something about wounds, blood, nails, and ropes?

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A Carnal Masterpiece
The Sultan shows extraordinary interest in this artwork. His unconcealed appreciation and delight are obvious - offering an actual beauty might not please him this much!

However, others viewing the painting appear shocked and alarmed. You overhear whispers in the Lapis Lazuli Palace - something about wounds, blood, nails, and ropes?

You completely fail to understand how this relates to your creation. Regardless, both the Sultan and the female magician acknowledge it as an excellent expression of desire.

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A Masterpiece of Authority
The Sultan shows extraordinary interest in this artwork. His unconcealed appreciation and delight are obvious - only another king's severed head could bring him such joy!

He lavishly praises how you've portrayed him as divine and majestic, seemingly blessed by legendary wise kings and heroes, yet maintaining a warrior's vigor - clearly only you understand his true essence!

Naturally, the courtiers and royal painters find the artwork less impressive, but who would interrupt the Sultan's pleasure? Who would dare suggest they see anything inauspicious?

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Pleased the Sultan
When rumors of your impotence circulate through court, the Sultan's gaze toward you softens notably. Occasionally, he interrupts topics to tease you - one of his rare jokes that doesn't result in someone's death. The courtiers appear shocked, then enlightened - apparently, impotence is a courtier's true blessing!

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The Sultan Needs Help?
The Sultan finds your boldness amusing. He scolds your disrespectful behavior, ordering the scribe to record Lord [player.name]'s shameful deed in imperial chronicles... Yet everyone sees the Sultan hasn't been this delighted in ages, and he discreetly accepts your offering of pleasure-enhancing items.

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Zazie Seizes Her Chance
The Sultan, unusually cheerful, speaks with you longer after court. Every noble wishing to maintain position deliberately slows their departure, straining to overhear. You flatter him endlessly, making him laugh by mocking yourself, then subtly mention Zazie... "Ah, yes, Zazie mentioned your inadequacies - finishing before even beginning, ha... The thought alone amuses me. You always know how to entertain me, my lord." He chuckles before suddenly recalling something. "Actually, Zazie has been particularly charming lately... Arrange my palanquin - I'm visiting the Old Rose Garden." You sigh with relief; the rest depends on the favorite's own talents.

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Zazie Seizes Her Chance
The Sultan laughs heartily at your pleasure aids: What true sovereign needs artificial assistance with women? His own magnificence suffices! However, his gaze shifts, "Ah, yes, Zazie mentioned your trinkets... but your own inadequacies - finishing before even beginning, ha... Just recalling it amuses me. You always know how to entertain me, my lord." He chuckles before suddenly remembering, "Actually, Zazie has been particularly charming lately... Arrange my palanquin - I'm visiting the Old Rose Garden." - Taking your recently presented items, naturally... The rest depends on the favorite's own talents.

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You attempt convincing the Sultan to support your cult
The Sultan dismisses you with a scornful laugh. Listen to yourself - asking the great Sultan to support a weak little god who dares not show their face after being crushed by the Purist, whom his ancestors have worshipped for generations?

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Poor Imitation
[s4.name]'s careless gesture exposed the secret upon his chest - a nipple chain identical to the Sultan's.

Before any entreaty could be voiced, his head fell amid the sovereign's eerie laughter.

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Poor Imitation
[s5.name]'s careless gesture exposed the secret upon his chest - a nipple chain identical to the Sultan's.

Before any entreaty could be voiced, his head fell amid the sovereign's eerie laughter.

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Rightfully Yours
When silk was lifted to reveal your offering, the Sultan laughed peculiarly. After brief commendation, he gestured for its removal. The following day, you learned the Sultan's court jewelers had been executed - every single one.

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Stone Fire
You presented this seemingly mundane stone to the Sultan, but just as you began expounding its marvels, you discovered with horror that the inner flame had died! Yet you certainly couldn't admit this was merely a worthless mountain rock! You frantically improvised stirring legends and fantastical tales, claiming it could bestow longevity and eternal dominion... Eventually, the Sultan's face showed a subtle smile. He languidly dismissed you - considering your entertaining speech, he overlooked this worthless stone's deception.

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Lewd Garment
Unusually, the supreme sovereign remarked upon [s4.name]'s court attire—a terrifying distinction indeed! He spoke with fascination about that vanished kingdom's customs, primarily concerning sacred prostitutes and forbidden ceremonies... The attending nobles matched the Sultan's mood with cruder jests, praising the sovereign's erudition and wisdom, while [s4.name] became a helpless specimen until their entertainment concluded... Naturally, many regard such manipulation by the Sultan as enviable favor.

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Lewd Garment
Unusually, the supreme sovereign remarked upon [s5.name]'s court attire—a terrifying distinction indeed! He spoke with fascination about that vanished kingdom's customs, primarily concerning sacred prostitutes and forbidden ceremonies... The attending nobles matched the Sultan's mood with cruder jests, praising the sovereign's erudition and wisdom, while [s5.name] became a helpless specimen until their entertainment concluded... Naturally, many regard such manipulation by the Sultan as enviable favor.

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Lewd Object
Astonishingly, the Sultan knew the history behind this serpent chain. He inquired about your temple expedition and specifically whether you witnessed the legendary sacred prostitute's appearance.

Then he seized this tribute and hurled it at an attending noblewoman - at the supreme Sultan's command, this malevolent magical artifact immediately began coiling, piercing, tormenting, and stimulating this defenseless woman... Her moans and screams proved quite memorable.

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Lewd Garment
Unusually, the supreme sovereign remarked upon [s4.name]'s court attire—a terrifying distinction indeed! He spoke with fascination about that vanished kingdom's customs, primarily concerning sacred prostitutes and forbidden ceremonies... The attending nobles matched the Sultan's mood with cruder jests, praising the sovereign's erudition and wisdom, while [s4.name] became a helpless specimen until their entertainment concluded... The Sultan also ordered his men to approach [s4.name] and examine the lewd illusions closely... Naturally, many regard such manipulation by the Sultan as enviable favor.

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Lewd Garment
Unusually, the supreme sovereign remarked upon [s5.name]'s court attire—a terrifying distinction indeed! He spoke with fascination about that vanished kingdom's customs, primarily concerning sacred prostitutes and forbidden ceremonies... The attending nobles matched the Sultan's mood with cruder jests, praising the sovereign's erudition and wisdom, while [s5.name] became a helpless specimen until their entertainment concluded... The Sultan also ordered his men to approach [s5.name] and examine the lewd illusions closely... Naturally, many regard such manipulation by the Sultan as enviable favor.

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Lewd Object
Astonishingly, the Sultan knew the history behind this serpent chain. He inquired about your temple expedition and specifically whether you witnessed the legendary sacred prostitute's appearance.

Then he seized this tribute and hurled it at an attending noblewoman - at the supreme Sultan's command, this malevolent magical artifact immediately began coiling, piercing, tormenting, and stimulating this defenseless woman... Her moans and screams proved quite memorable.

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Can Purify This?
If it can eliminate even [player.name]'s lustful traces, could the Purist restore my harem's debauched women to pure maidenhood? What delightful entertainment that would provide!

[s4.name] quickly prostrated, promising the Sultan various miracles of the Immaculate Purity... until the Sultan tired of laughing and this undignified audience concluded.

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Can Purify This?
If it can eliminate even [player.name]'s lustful traces, could the Purist restore my harem's debauched women to pure maidenhood? What delightful entertainment that would provide!

[s5.name] quickly prostrated, promising the Sultan various miracles of the Immaculate Purity... until the Sultan tired of laughing and this undignified audience concluded.

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Sacred Object
This sacred artifact deserves to praise the sovereign's virtue, symbolizing the Purist's mercy and wisdom... Before you finished speaking, the serpent chain began writhing strangely under the Sultan's manipulation, and the once-purified lewd visions reappeared faintly throughout the Lapis Lazuli Hall... Fortunately, the Sultan possesses his own peculiar humor - he lavishly praised [player.name]'s religious leader wisdom and accepted this gift into the harem.

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His Hunger will Devour All
As you requested, [xiaochou.name] went to see the Sultan... Of course, no one saw through its guise. Like any highborn lord, [xiaochou.name] stood in the hall of lapis lazuli, lost among the crowd, bowing before the Sultan’s majesty.

And so [xiaochou.name] saw—in the mirror-smooth floor polished by countless knees, in the trembling eyes of the courtiers, in the blood-scented spears of the guards, in the dark shadows of that cursed crown... the beast called Sultan, driven to frenzy by an insatiable hunger for conquest.

“What pitiful creatures humans are! Always placing such ravenous ambition upon the throne! And when that ambition cannot be sated, they themselves become the king’s morsels...” Upon returning from court, [xiaochou.name] shared this verdict with you—and hoped you never send it back to that wretched place again.

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Ill-Chosen Words
You report this secret pamphlet to the Sultan, denouncing its heretical ideas with fiery words. But your speech merely draws a great yawn. With a bored wave, the Sultan orders you to handle the matter yourself, then ends the audience.

Yet his indifference leaves you uneasy. How can you still win his satisfaction?

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You reveal Raed's affairs to the Sultan.
Poison from the fallen kingdom! A sister left unpurged! Double fortune! The Sultan rewards you so lavishly that your carriage sags under the weight of treasure, the horses straining to pull it. Wedged among your Gold Coins, you sway homeward, praying it was all worth the cost.

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You reveal Raed's affairs to the Sultan.
Poison from the fallen kingdom! A sister left unpurged! Double fortune! The Sultan rewards you so lavishly that your carriage sags under the weight of treasure, the horses straining to pull it. Wedged among your Gold Coins, you sway homeward, praying it was all worth the cost.

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You reveal Raed's affairs to the Sultan.
Poison from the fallen kingdom! A sister left unpurged! Double fortune! The Sultan is delighted... But then he notices your name etched on the bracelet—your name, scrawled by countless commoners atop the names of royalty. An abomination, an unforgivable trespass! [player.name], you...

With a cold smile, he orders the eunuchs to pour you a cup of wine—an honor you cannot refuse.

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You offer the suspicious coin to the Sultan.
The Sultan turns it over in his hand, then studies you in silence, as though deciding whether to have you executed.

You hurriedly explain: the coin is filled with lead, proof that someone seeks to undermine his realm.

The Sultan's wrath flares. He hurls the coin at a tax collector, splitting his brow, then orders you to find the culprit and bring him back in chains—or his head, without trial.

The court falls silent under a pall of dread. You withdraw with the bloodstained coin.

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You offer the suspicious coin to the Sultan.
The Sultan turns it over in his hand, then studies you in silence, as though deciding whether to have you executed.

You hurriedly explain: the coin is filled with lead, proof that someone seeks to undermine his realm.

The Sultan's wrath flares. He hurls the coin at a tax collector, splitting his brow, then orders you to find the culprit and bring him back in chains—or his head, without trial.

The court falls silent under a pall of dread. You withdraw with the bloodstained coin, already aware this will become yet another unsolved case.

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You offer the suspicious coin to the Sultan.
The Sultan turns it over in his hand, then studies you in silence, as though deciding whether to have you executed.

You hurriedly explain: the coin is filled with lead, proof that someone seeks to undermine his realm.

The Sultan's wrath flares. He hurls the coin at a tax collector, splitting his brow, then orders you to find the culprit and bring him back in chains—or his head, without trial.

The court falls silent under a pall of dread. You withdraw with the bloodstained coin.

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Boring Gift
The Sultan has expected your so-called "poison from the fallen kingdom" to be something intriguing. Instead, you present a frail child...

"This can't feed a lion for a single meal," he scoffs. "Half a meal, at best."

That evening, the court lion proves him right: along with Anita, it devoured an entire lamb!

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Imprecation
As the audience nears its end, nobles bow their heads, guards stand rigid, slave girls and eunuchs prostrate themselves, all eager to vanish from the Sultan's sight. A trembling eunuch creeps forward on his knees. He offers a bundle. Inside lies a shapeless mass of flesh: the corpse of a premature infant, a placenta, a smear of blood and soil.

Instinctively you raise your eyes toward the master on the golden throne... and, unfortunately, he notices your glance.

"Ah, my faithful one, [player.name]" the Sultan says with a cold smile. "Just in time. I have a task for a capable servant." His voice moves slowly, each word striking the spine of everyone present. "A woman in my harem has secretly rid herself of a child. Curious, isn't it? Only recently I heard whispers of women seeking abortive potions. And now, this morning—ha—an actual dead child. What a surprise. I have not been surprised in a long time. Don't you agree, my loyal one?"

Sweat runs down your temple as he continues. "Today I plan to execute the court physician. Of course, the mother will soon join her child. This matter is yours to investigate."

You lift your face, forcing an expression of honest devotion. Whoever the child belonged to, you must find a way to win time for Samir.

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You plead with the Sultan.
You kneel and beg the Sultan to spare the physician. He is the only lead in this case, the only suspected supplier of the abortive potion. Without him, must you dare to enter the harem and question his women one by one? Such insolence would mean your death.

Your trembling, tear-choked pleas almost amuse him. You quickly declare your loyalty and swear to pry open the physician's lips and expose the woman who defiled the harem—a woman who deserves death ten thousand times over.

The Sultan listens, watching your performance. At last he curls his lips into a faint smile. "Very well, my loyal one. Five days. Satisfy me, or die with him."

He rises from the throne and departs. The audience ends. Courtiers ebb away like the sea. You wipe the sweat from your brow; at least for today, both you and Samir still live...

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You fail to sway the Sultan.
You beg the Sultan to spare Samir, but his mind is set. If you must rely on this physician to uncover the truth, then you are weak. With a dismissive wave, he assigns the investigation to another servant—a thankless, perilous task that may cost its holder's head. Is this a stroke of luck for you? For Samir it is not...

The audience ends. Courtiers ebb away like the sea, leaving you kneeling on the lapis lazuli tiled floor, and you're like a stranded fish on the sand.

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Loyal as a Diamond
The Sultan laughs aloud, even deigning to step down from the golden stair and clap you on the shoulder. "Excellent! Excellent!" he proclaims, showering you with praise before leading the court to inspect his newly won treasures. For a moment, you stand in the very center of favor.

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You present a diamond.
You present a diamond, explaining that you acquired it from foreign merchants trading on your estates. The Sultan listens absently, examining the stone, then nods.

He clearly does not believe your tale of merchants... but at least he is pleased with the gift.

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Today, voices in the Lapis Lazuli Palace speak more in your support.
When the audience ends and people file out, they see Jenna—resplendent in jewels—waiting respectfully before your litter. At your subtle signal, several courtiers strain their memories for her name and begin praising her work. Of course, they have no idea what she has made before. But the jewels she holds, wears, and has prepared for you are beautiful enough.

Everyone murmurs that they make you seem young, formidable, and full of power. Yet you know their thoughts: perhaps, if they too wore such jewels, they might hold their heads as high as you do before the court.

That very night, nobles already start asking about "the woman who crafts jewels for Lord [player.name]."

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The Ruby's Fate
This day you notice a bold ruby necklace on the pale neck of Consort Ansuya. Its design is unmistakably Jenna's. The jewel suits her poorly, yet whenever you glance at her, she lightly strokes it... Could it be that the "consort" order Jenna once received came from Ansuya herself?

After the audience, you question a eunuch who owes you a favor. He tells you a story whispered through the palace:

A woman once briefly favored by the Sultan has passed her prime yet dreams of returning to his bed. She commissions a jewel from the city's famed artisan, claiming to be a royal consort...

The artisan sees through the lie and gives her only a ruby necklace. It is beautiful and brilliant enough to recall a trace of her faded youth. Before a mirror she gazes at herself—ruby at her throat, crimson gown about her body—and suddenly bursts into tears. Perhaps she recalls the days when she first arrived in this empire as the dowry slave of Ansuya—the radiant princess in her wedding robes, and herself, a few years older, who had grown up at the princess's side. In those days she strives to protect her little princess, as though she were both sister and mother to her. What happened after? Why now this desperate longing for the Sultan's favor? A single drunken night with him nearly destroyed what she truly cherished... At last, her empty dream runs out with her tears.

She presents the necklace to Consort Ansuya, wipes off her heavy paint, and returns to the consort's apartments as a servant once more.

The tale leaves you thoughtful.

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The Sapphire's Fate
This day you notice Consort Sadani displaying a fine bracelet set with sapphire... That's Jenna's work! Could she be the mysterious "consort" who placed the order?

After the audience, you question a eunuch who owes you a favor. He tells you a story whispered through the palace:

A woman once briefly favored by the Sultan has passed her prime yet dreams of returning to his bed. She commissions a jewel from the city's famed artisan, claiming to be a royal consort...

The artisan fashions a piece with a splendid sapphire... The woman hurries to adorn herself and go to the Sultan, but first she meets Consort Sadani.

Sadani listens, then gives a cold smile: if she dances before the Sultan so attired she may lose her life... Has she forgotten where Zazie's jewels came from? That spider-woman loves nothing more than taking other women's treasures.

Shaken, the woman thanks Consort Sadani through tears and throws herself at her feet, begging something you cannot guess... In the end she gives the bracelet to Sadani. No one sees her again. In the harem, women too old and unseen by the Sultan are as transparent as air... Perhaps she has been sent away from the palace. Hmm, just a guess!

The story leaves you pensive.

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Treasures That Slip Away
Today you notice a diamond ring on Zazie's finger, so large it verges on the "outrageous." It is unmistakably one of Jenna's recent creations. The favored consort seems in excellent spirits. Could it be that the mysterious order "from a certain consort" actually came from Zazie herself?

With this thought in mind, you question a eunuch who owes you a favor after the audience. He tells you a story whispered through the palace:

A woman once briefly favored by the Sultan has passed her prime yet dreams of returning to his bed. She commissions a jewel from the city's famed artisan, claiming to be a royal consort...

The artisan actually believes her and fashions a piece with an enormous diamond... Overjoyed, the woman hurries to flaunt it before the Sultan. Yet the Sultan decides that such a magnificent treasure, if not his own, should at least adorn the woman who currently pleases him most.

Zazie's collection gains a new gem. As for that woman, she vanishes without a trace.

The story leaves you silent for a long time.

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References

Referenced in Conditions

This rite is used in conditions for the following entities.

Card Post-Rite Triggers
Iliona
Events
An escapeGame of Thrones Start NotificationHow to entertain distinguished guests behind the scenesThe insurance mechanism for a leaderless state and the game of power.
Rites
Headless Dragons

Referenced in Event Triggers

This rite is used as an event trigger for the following events.

Court - Demanding concubines - Investigating the Sultan's slavesProtons from afarThe ceremony concludes with a selection test.