Rites

The Crown's Appraisal

The crown's adjustments are finally complete. As tradition dictates, the Sultan summons his court to behold the empire's most prized treasure.

ID: 5006153

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: Yes

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

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Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
Jenna

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Type = Character
  • Card = Jenna

Pops: None

Slot #2
A Jester

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

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Pops: None

Slot #3
An Honor Guard

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #4
A Noblewoman

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #5
You must be present yourself

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

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Outcome

Prior

You have dared to miss such an important occasion!
Your absence was interpreted as a blatant defiance of his authority. Under his thunderous wrath, no one dared to speak up for you. You were executed.

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Regular

The Crown Hears All
You stand at the very front, and your eyes fall immediately on Jenna, kneeling beside the masterpiece. She looks wan and frail, dark shadows carved beneath her eyes—proof she has labored three nights without rest.

The crown itself is nothing short of resplendent. The new jewels burn with a freshly cut brilliance, while the older stones have been raised to greater prominence. Even the gold has been pared back, to make room for the Sultan's latest conquests: diamonds the size of pigeon eggs. To house them, Jenna forged a triple tier, clustering the stones until they blaze like fire against the midnight sky.

The Sultan enters. His gaze lingers on the crown, then on Jenna. At last, he turns to his courtiers.

"My loyal ones, what say you?"

A susurrus spreads through the chamber. Many praise its renewed glory—but not all speak true. Envy poisons their tongues. They sneer that the diamonds are poorly cut, that the crown is too thin with gold, that the triple crest makes the Sultan seem shorter. Petty slanders, one after another.

Your fury rises. You are ready to bare your teeth when [s4.name] steps in first, lashing their "taste" with razor wit. [s3.name] bristles outright, outraged that anyone would insult the Sultan's majesty. His hand rests on his sword at his waist, and he'sone of the few guards granted the honor of bearing arms before the Sultan. Now he's ready to draw steel for the Sultan's honor.

The court erupts. Courtiers rush to hold him back, while the offending minister collapses to his knees, choking out excuses. For a moment, the grand hall teeters on the edge of a village brawl. The Sultan laughs. To him, this quarrel is far more delightful than the crown. Amused, he plucks a golden leaf from the diadem and bestows it upon you and Jenna. A gift such as this... a reward beyond reckoning.

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The Crown Hears All
You stand at the very front, and your eyes fall immediately on Jenna, kneeling beside the masterpiece. She looks wan and frail, dark shadows carved beneath her eyes—proof she has labored three nights without rest.

The crown itself is nothing short of resplendent. The new jewels burn with a freshly cut brilliance, while the older stones have been raised to greater prominence. Even the gold has been pared back, to make room for the Sultan's latest conquests: diamonds the size of pigeon eggs. To house them, Jenna forged a triple tier, clustering the stones until they blaze like fire against the midnight sky.

The Sultan enters. His gaze lingers on the crown, then on Jenna. At last, he turns to his courtiers.

"My loyal ones, what say you?"

A susurrus spreads through the chamber. Many praise its renewed glory—but not all speak true. Envy poisons their tongues. They sneer that the diamonds are poorly cut, that the crown is too thin with gold, that the triple crest makes the Sultan seem shorter. Petty slanders, one after another.

Your fury rises.

You laugh coldly, fixing your gaze on the offending minister. "Oh? So the sight of our sovereign's joy offends you? Must the Sultan always frown to satisfy you? After all his triumphs, after all he has given this empire, you quibble over a crown? A crown! Do you dare imply it lessens his stature? What are you suggesting? Speak it! Tell us what treason festers in your mind. Do you whisper that His Majesty falls short in other ways as well? By heaven and by the golden blood of the empire, such a traitor deserves the sword here and now, lest I disgrace the memory of every Sultan who favored your house!"

Your hand flies toward a royal guard's sword.

Courtiers surge forward, restraining you before steel can be drawn. The minister collapses to his knees, stammering that he meant no such thing. The Sultan laughs. To him, this quarrel is far more delightful than the crown.

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The Crown Hears All
You stand at the very front, and your eyes fall immediately on Jenna, kneeling beside the masterpiece. She looks wan and frail, dark shadows carved beneath her eyes—proof she has labored three nights without rest.

The crown itself is nothing short of resplendent. The new jewels burn with a freshly cut brilliance, while the older stones have been raised to greater prominence. Even the gold has been pared back, to make room for the's latest conquests: diamonds the size of pigeon eggs. To house them, Jenna forged a triple tier, clustering the stones until they blaze like fire against the midnight sky.

The Sultan enters. His gaze lingers on the crown, then on Jenna. At last, he turns to his courtiers.

"My loyal ones, what say you?"

A susurrus spreads through the chamber. Many praise its renewed glory—but not all speak true. Envy poisons their tongues. They sneer that the diamonds are poorly cut, that the crown is too thin with gold, that the triple crest makes the Sultan seem shorter. Petty slanders, one after another.

Your fury rises.

You and the dissenter clash, shouting over one another before the throne. Neither of you will yield. And when you both finally fall silent, you realize the Sultan has been watching all along. He smiles.

To him, you are both fools. But fools amuse him. That amusement fades when his eyes return to the crown. It's beginning to grate on him. With a casual wave, he orders the guards to drag Jenna away and have her executed. Perhaps a touch of her blood would make this crown even more beautiful.

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A Crown Stained Red
You stand at the very front, and your eyes fall immediately on Jenna, kneeling beside the masterpiece. She looks wan and frail, dark shadows carved beneath her eyes—proof she has labored three nights without rest.

The crown itself is nothing short of resplendent. The new gems burn with a freshly cut brilliance, while the older stones were shifted slightly upward. Even the gold has been pared back, to make room for the latest conquests: diamonds the size of pigeon eggs. To house them, Jenna forged a triple tier, clustering the stones until they blaze like fire against the midnight sky.

The Sultan enters. His gaze lingers on the crown, then on Jenna. At last, he turns to his courtiers.

"My loyal subjects, what say you?"

A susurrus spreads through the chamber. Many praise its renewed glory—but not all speak true. Envy poisons their tongues. They sneer that the diamonds are poorly cut, that the crown is too thin with gold, and that the triple crest makes the Sultan seem shorter. Petty slanders, one after another.

Your fury rises.

You and the dissenter clash, shouting over one another before the throne. Neither of you will yield. And when you both finally fall silent, you realize the Sultan has been watching all along. He smiles.

To him, you are both fools. But fools amuse him. That amusement fades when his eyes return to the crown. It's beginning to grate on him. With a casual wave, he orders the guards to drag Jenna away and have her executed. Perhaps a touch of her blood would make this crown even more beautiful.

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Extra

At Long Last
As you leave the audience hall, everyone instinctively gives you a wide berth. They've all just witnessed what you're capable of.

Jenna walks out of the palace alongside you, her legs weak, almost needing your support, and she is clearly impressed by your actions.

"This Sultan's game... it's far more terrifying than I ever imagined," she murmurs. "Yet you handled it all with such calm... you must have faced trials like this countless times. Lord [player.name]... my friend... you've endured so much."

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