Rites

Chamber of Prayer

Iman leads you to a roofed chamber that stands like a small box on white stones, wrapped in jasmine's fresh, sweet fragrance that appropriately dilutes bloodscent. "This is my room," he states.

ID: 5004515

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 3 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 1

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

Tag Tips Text: None

Random Text: None

Random Text Up: None

Actions When Wait Expires

Result:

Action:

Slots

Slot #1
Iman

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Type = Character
  • Card = Iman

Pops: None

Slot #2
You must attend the appointment in person.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
Iman Agrees to Break Your Carnality Card

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Type = Sultan Card
  • Tag (Carnality) = 1
  • Rarity ≤ Silver

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

This rite has no activation conditions.

Outcome

Prior

This rite has no prior outcome.

Regular

God Permitted
You help remove his sacred garments, causing many stone fragments to fall tinkling like believers' sighs. Iman's expression remains somewhat cold; you attempt arousal, hoping desire might color his eyes, but he restrains your hand, shaking his head.

"I require pain," he states tonelessly, indistinguishable from blessing or prayer intonations, "Proceed directly."

This somewhat irritates you. You comply roughly, thrusting forcefully. Your hands press his bare back, feeling scars - old, new, healed, reopened - spreading like maps beneath your palms, trembling, submitting, seeping blood that stains your fingertips.

His neck arches higher through this pain, throat emitting hoarse whimpers like pleas or prayers, gradually transforming into stranger murmurs from his chest... you recognize this previously heard... god pure words explosively resound in your ears; in this strange, sacred observation, cold moist air lifts your soul cloudward...

Action:

Extra

The Sultan Card shatters unnoticed during your union - though, does this truly constitute union? You observe unconscious Iman and the white stone bed's mottled blood and filth, darkly wondering whether he'd previously attempted hearing god voices through such methods - more importantly, what about future sessions?

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God Anticipated
You've desecrated the Purists' High Priest... the Sultan's Game witnesses this depravity. The moment the card breaks, bloody marks suddenly appear across your back, like the merciless scourging priests inflict during self-judgment... Yet you feel no pain - quite opposite, waves of ecstasy flow through you - in this unjust game, you've atoned in God's place for the world's carnal sin.

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