Rites

A King-Sized Gift

The Sultan allows you to break any Sultan Card, and the task will be completed by him.

ID: 5006039

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 3 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

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Slots

Slot #1
You can break any Sultan Card.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Type = Sultan Card

Pops: None

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Outcome

Prior

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Regular

For such a non-challenging task, the Sultan waves his hand, and guards drag someone from the street to execute him. Who this unfortunate soul is, whether man or woman, whose family member or friend they are, what dreams they hold or crimes they've committed – no one cares. Everything becomes meaningless with the crisp snap of breaking cards.

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For such a non-challenging task, the Sultan glances at the courtiers standing silent with fear, casually calls a name, and strolls away, toying with a searing gem. He has more pressing matters to do, not bothering to witness the bloody scene he leaves behind.

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You notice the Sultan's gaze circling above you like a hawk over its prey. You happen to draw a silver tier card…



Cold sweat trickles down as you nearly sink to your knees, but the Sultan shifts his gaze away with a smile, lazily naming another unfortunate soul.



How amusing you must be to him. Toying with the searing gem in his hand, he's loath to kill you.

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Had it been before the Sultan had obtained the Dragon's Eye Gem, he might have crafted some amusing ways to break his hard-won golden card, savoring how fear rippled across his courtiers' faces. His surviving relatives—the general, the princess, and Vasir—each met their end in rather creative ways.

But today, the Sultan had found something far grander—the eye of a dragon that fled to another dimension. He could almost see that unconquered, pristine white land, his heart set on reaching it—no longer bound by the petty bloodshed of the mortal world.

He gave a few brief commands to his attendants, breaking the card in half, and leaves the court with unhurried grace. Not long after, you heard of an unassuming aged consort's death in the harem—one who once served a former Sultan, and who, they say, gave birth to a demon.

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The Sultan idly slips off a ring and tosses it onto the lapis lazuli floor. The crisp sound echoes through the hall.



The courtiers hesitate for a moment, then descend into exaggerated chaos. They throw themselves into the performance of their lives, faces burning red as they fight over a normal ring, while their master is already gone – toying with the dragon's eye gem as he glides away. You stand amid the chaos, with one simple regret: if only he had thrown away the magical ring instead.

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This is no difficult task. The Sultan nods, calls his attendants, gives a few commands, and breaks the card in half.



After court, unease lingers in your heart until you hear of a man in the Dark Alley lured to death by a trail of coins, as pathetic as a foolish bird diving into a trap for a few grains of wheat. Only then does your unease finally settle.



So the game goes: the Sultan's generosity is always accompanied by death. No, Sultan's generosity...should be accompanied by death.

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This is no difficult task. The Sultan nods, then lazily gestures toward a courtier, gifting him a chest brimming with gold and jewels.



The man dabs at his forehead and offers his thanks, knowing all too well that the Sultan's generosity comes at a price. In time, he'll pay back ten times over, a hundred times over. The Sultan has suspended a sword above his head, and until it falls, peaceful sleep will elude him.



Everyone knows this truth... yet somehow, they all find themselves wondering – and you're no exception – why him? Why not me? It seems he won't be the only one lying sleepless tonight.

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"Hahaha..." The Sultan's laughter echoes through the lapis lazuli palace.



He looks at you with approval, then commands his attendants to draw from the treasury to build a palace – a sacred sanctuary solely to enshrine the dragon's eye.



Soon, hundreds of poets will vie to tell of the Sultan's legendary dragon-slaying triumph, each claiming how effortlessly he triumphed. Countless beauties and heroes will come to behold the sacred dragon's eye, only to bow beneath the Sultan's banner.



And the dragon's eye will watch it all, mock it all, until every soul in this world falls silent, and every stone crumbles to ash.

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The Sultan toys with the dragon's eye gem, nodding listlessly before gliding away. Perhaps he goes to his harem for carnal pleasures. Not long after, the magician returns to court and announces that the stone tier Carnality Card has been broken. As for the rest, nothing remarkable.

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The Sultan toys with the dragon's eye gem, nodding thoughtfully, and then glides away. Perhaps he goes to his harem for carnal pleasures. Not long after, the magician returns to court and announces that the bronze tier Carnality Card has been broken. Later, you hear that whenever the consorts speak of the dragon's eye gem, a flicker of terror crosses their faces.

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The Sultan toys with the dragon's eye gem, glances at you, and smiles thoughtfully. His golden accessories chime delicately as he rises from the throne, approaching you with measured, condescending steps.



In an instant, countless thoughts flood your mind. You recall the folk illustrations and novels, and the treasonous words you once dared to speak... You dread hearing your name pass from his lips, yet cannot deny that faint hope stirring in your heart. If it were merely an act of indulgence, if – just if – you could profane that golden throne in this way, if... You lower your head deeply, unwilling to let your expression be seen by the Sultan’s piercing gaze.



Then, a broken card clatters to the ground at your feet. The Sultan laughs heartily and glides away. Only after his footsteps fade completely do you find strength to wipe your brow. Of course – you should have known. For one who commands a vast harem, choosing a silver tier consort is not a difficult task.

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Presenting this card, you cautiously concealed your ambition in your eyes. There will be a day! Even if not now, eventually, you will leave the Sultan with no choice.

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What a non-challenging task! The Sultan waves his hand in boredom, ordering the destruction of a small nearby oasis.



He keeps no garrison there, because he needs fresh bloodshed to stir the ripples of savagery in his heart. And time and again, people are driven back to this blood-soaked land by the cruel, endless desert, despite its soil stained with death and strewn with broken blades.

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What a non-challenging task! The Sultan orders the map to be brought forth, then carelessly flicks a gold coin onto it.



All hold their breath, eyes fixed on the coin as it rolls across the map, finally coming to rest upon a town. "This one," the master of the empire taps the map.



A day later, all inhabitants are slaughtered, though they too lived under the Sultan's rule. Nothing strange about this – the nobles treat their own kept slaves no differently.

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Result:

Conquest Cards are the Sultan's favorite, the sum of countless bloodsheds, offering more exhilaration beyond carnality and extravagance.



As he receives your card, thoughtfully tracing its etched patterns, all fall silent – fearing the Sultan might turn his bloodlust upon their carefully cultivated territories.



Today, someone's fate is sealed. As long as it's not you, what does it matter who? Let him curse you madly, yet it means nothing: a lord stripped of his domain has no right to stand in this lapis lazuli palace.

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Your master burst into laughter. Excellent, very excellent. This golden tier conquest is precisely what he desired.

He already possessed the Dragon's Eye, already possessed the fearsome name of a dragonslayer. Countless beauties and heroes will come, submit under his banner, leaving only his enemies... who still dare be his enemy?

Let them tremble! He will rule the entire continent and oceans, not only that, even the untouched realm where the dragon fled, a brand new, pure white, awaiting conquest...

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