[s1.name] prays to the God...Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Magic determines your full number of dice.
Low Target: 2
Low Target Tips: You need at least 2 Successes.
Rites
An unseen presence in your dreams craves more blood... endlessly, insatiably, more blood...
ID: 5006071
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 1 days
Waits For: 7 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0
Starts Automatically: No
Triggers Result Automatically: No
Tag Tips: None
Tag Tips Up: Normal Result, Magic
Tag Tips Text:
Random Text: None
Random Text Up:[s1.name] prays to the God...
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Magic determines your full number of dice.
Low Target: 2
Low Target Tips: You need at least 2 Successes.
Action:
The dream haunted you for seven days straight, with the deity or demon in the dream constantly urging and pressuring you, blood-soaked visions hovering before your eyes, and you... you endured it stoically. Finally, the voice weakened. You won this war, although you paid a high price.
Are you prepared to provide a sacrifice, or seek help from your faith?
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Any True Faith or Conviction of the Cult
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Consumables to assist with checks
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
This rite has no activation conditions.
This rite has no prior outcome.
Guided and tempted by that voice in your dreams, you grasp a sharp dagger and slice your skin. Scarlet blood joyfully gushes from the wound, but not enough, never enough. The voice presses anxiously against your heart. Not enough...!
Dizziness brings a formless embrace to your hand, tenderly yet urgently comforting the wounds. No pain disturbs your sacrifice.
You close your eyes.
Conditions:
Result:
Under the allure of the voice from your dreams, you grasp a sharp dagger and slice [s1.name]'s skin. Scarlet blood gushes from the wound.
Not enough, never enough. The voice presses anxiously against your heart. Never enough, never...Your world bleeds to scarlet as the blade dances across skin, each slash painting fresh strokes upon this crimson canvas...
You wake at nightfall from your fevered dream. Scattered flesh surrounds you, yet your heart feels neither guilt nor fear – only a mysterious joy. Your hands, blessed by unknown powers, now hold the strings of fate.
Conditions:
Result:
You squeeze your eyes shut, and you chant the Immaculate Purity over and over in midday's pure light, pleading for His help.
No nightmare or shadow can linger amid candles, gold, and mirrors. You hear a hateful wail, carried away by the warmth of a gentle breeze. Thus, the faithful believer receives redemption.
Conditions:
Result:
You squeeze your eyes shut, whispering that forgotten name in the midnight shadows. Who dares threaten His followers in His domain – in this realm of darkness and dreams? The darkness surges around you, and you feel that strange, entangling presence being devoured by your master... Was that a chewing sound you just heard?
Conditions:
Result:
The god remains silent to your prayers, while the demon of dreams stirs in vengeful awakening.
Conditions:
Result:
This rite has no extra outcome.