Rites

Servant of God

High Priest Iman of the Purist Order has died. That night, all believers heard God's voice in dreams, saw one name - [player.name] - who would guide them forward.

ID: 5004523

Type: None

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Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 1

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

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Slot #1
Your path forward is irrevocable

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Regular

You aren't the most faithful among them
People doubt this dream, some suspecting a sorcerous plot, as God has never manifested so massively. During their heated disputes, those shouting loudest - those most likely to become High Priest after Iman - suddenly have their back wounds burst open, dying from unexpected bleeding. This is naturally judged punishment for defying God's will.

Thus, you smoothly approach the church's deepest altar, removing your upper garments, devoutly accepting whipping, then loudly proclaiming the revelation you received...

GOD SHALL DESCEND

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You are the most faithful among them
Thus, as your feet touch the jasmine-infused waters, priests bless you sincerely. Each strikes you once with a whip, allowing your blood to spread, letting the water witness and then cleanse your sins, until you reach the church's deepest altar and loudly proclaim the revelation you received...

GOD SHALL DESCEND, GOD SHALL PERFECT THIS WORLD.

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Extra

Amid pervasive fragrant mist, you keenly sense a certain observation... but you don't look up. Instead, you kneel more reverently, praying, promising: everything shall... be as You wish.

That presence is satisfied. It gently caresses your head in the damp, cold air. Its touch is stone-cold.

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Amid pervasive fragrant mist, you inexplicably feel a sudden shiver. Cold, sharp pain rapidly climbs from your wounds, causing dizziness. A Pure Word involuntarily escapes through your trembling teeth, healing all believers' wounds, erasing all doubts... leaving only pure, terrifying fervor...

You faint amid the believers' cheers.

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After this ritual, your faith ascends. Now you remember only one thing - one most important, only important thing: you must build a tower for the Purist, a tower welcoming God's descent to the world.

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