Rites
Iman wishes to see you - in his small house. Yes... you haven't misunderstood his intentions.
ID: 5004516
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 1 days
Waits For: 2 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 1
Starts Automatically: No
Triggers Result Automatically: No
Tag Tips: None
Tag Tips Up: Normal Result, Wisdom, Stealth
Tag Tips Text:
Random Text: None
Random Text Up:Best keep such disgraceful matters private
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Wisdom and Stealth determine your provide full dice count, affected by Influence and Notoriety
Low Target: 3
Low Target Tips: You need at least 3 Success to avoid exposure.Best keep such disgraceful matters private
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Wisdom and Stealth determine your provide full dice count, affected by Influence and Notoriety
Low Target: 5
Low Target Tips: You need at least 5 Success to avoid exposure.Best keep such disgraceful matters private
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Wisdom and Stealth determine your provide full dice count, affected by Influence and Notoriety
Low Target: 7
Low Target Tips: You need at least 7 Success to avoid exposure.
Result:
Action:
You don't attend the meeting. That's fine.
Iman Misses You
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
You must attend the appointment in person.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Items assisting concealment...
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Perhaps an opportunity to draw him toward darkness
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
This rite has no activation conditions.
Unexpectedly, during this meeting, Iman appears extraordinarily weak and exhausted, as if faith can no longer sustain him - no, as if faith is draining his last vitality...
Taking advantage of his vulnerability, you demonstrate darkness's power; blood gushes from his eyes and wounds, then heals through dark magic. You've defiled him - his body, soul, everything... Without following you, he has nowhere to go.
Conditions:
Result:
This meeting reveals Iman looking weaker, more exhausted than before, as if faith no longer sustains him...
"Make me hurt," he says, "like last time."
He voluntarily removes his cloak, revealing more - so many more - fresh wounds, as if moments ago he still whipped himself seeking spiritual emptiness. A peculiar compassion rises within you. But you cannot pity him, cannot treat him gently, because your finest gift remains pain alone.
Conditions:
Result:
Action:
You secretly enter Iman's chamber, but before undressing, priests kick open the door. Angry torch-bearers illuminate your shocked faces - how terrible this defiling act! Their most devout priest, seduced into such behavior?!
Conditions:
Result:
Action:
This meeting reveals Iman looking increasingly weak and exhausted, his lips and eyes parched, as if faith no longer sustains him - as if his devotion drains his final vitality...
"Make me hurt," he says, "like last time."
But you remain motionless, stubbornly questioning why.
He finally admits hearing nothing god recently. He lacks stored pure words despite nearly killing himself. He shows his body, with barely any intact skin remaining.
He grips your hand, pressing it against his bleeding wounds, fingers intertwining yours, making you probe his injuries like seeking life's final hope.
Thus, amid endless blood and pain, amid your compassion, divinity finally acknowledges him. One pure word emerges through weak, hoarse sighs - so cold and indifferent, dissipating in damp mist, abandoning its most devoted believer unconscious.
Conditions:
Result:
Action:
You secretly enter Iman's chamber, but before undressing, priests kick open the door. Angry torch-bearers illuminate your shocked faces - how terrible this defiling act! Their most devout priest, seduced into such behavior?!
Conditions:
Result:
Action:
This meeting reveals Iman looking increasingly weak and exhausted, his lips and eyes parched, as if faith no longer sustains him - as if his devotion drains his final vitality...
"Make me hurt," he says, "like last time."
You silently bind his hands, positioning him comfortably. You avoid all wounds, offering gentleness and compassion. This contradicts his desires, but isn't forcing unwanted experiences also painful?
His jewel-like eyes moisten, losing characteristic coldness; his hoarse voice begs bloodshed, but the bound priest cannot self-harm, depending entirely on you. You control his pain and pleasure, his very life; you offer a moist kiss, prolonged climax. No deity intervenes this insect-chirping night; you reward this faithful servant yourself.
You explain that pain-extracted faith lacks permanence, like loyalty forced through fear. He stares blankly, half-believing, half-understanding.
In this emptiness, he fulfills your every request, including temporarily leaving the Purist Order for brief respite at your residence.
You don't know how he explains this to priests; regardless, next day he arrives beneath your roof, back wounds unchanged.
Conditions:
Result:
You secretly enter Iman's chamber, but before undressing, priests kick open the door. Angry torch-bearers illuminate your shocked faces - how terrible this defiling act! Their most devout priest, seduced into such behavior?!
Conditions:
Result:
Action:
This rite has no extra outcome.