You must visit personally
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
- Type = Character
- Tag (Protagonist) = 1
Pops: None
Rites
You chance upon priests using Pure Words to heal believers, their bodies emanating varying luminosities... What is this? You decide to ask Iman.
ID: 5004525
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
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This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
You must visit personally
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Your faith in the Purist
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
This rite has no activation conditions.
This rite has no prior outcome.
Hearing your description, all monks and priests surrounding Iman noticeably prick up their ears.
"You can see the divine light?" Iman looks at you with some surprise. "...So not only have you received the favor of the earthly king, but even the heavenly king has bestowed certain gifts upon you..."
He ponders briefly, then removes a white stone fragment from his body and hands it to the young monk standing beside him. The young man decisively cuts his own face with the stone - then respectfully uses it to slice open the skin at Iman's shoulder blade.
With a shiver, you witness a ball of white light burst from Iman's forehead, surrounding his entire body - like a garment made of light.
Looking more carefully, you can see feather-like delicate decorations upon it, shimmering with ice-crystal brilliance... Concentrating on observing this divine light quickly exhausts you, and the slightest distraction makes it disappear... Before you can focus again, Iman has already healed the young man's wound with Pure Words, and everyone present watches you.
"So you saw it? My divine light?" Iman asks you. "What was it like?"
You describe it truthfully.
The monks and priests gaze at Iman with complex emotions - jealousy, envy, aspiration... perhaps even pity.
Before you can make sense of this, Iman nods: "Just as I've seen myself, and as I've told them." Iman points to those around him. "Purist followers are divided into three levels: monks lowest, their divine light unable to form cohesively; next priests, their light cat-sized; then High Priest... mine is this robe. This is why I need no worldly finery, because my God has clothed me in the finest garment."
All priests and monks kneel around Iman, chanting in unison praises of the Purist's power, grace, and wisdom.
Yet somehow, you sense weariness saturating Iman's gaze. Perhaps secrets remain hidden here, though at present, you're not yet qualified to explore them.
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