Action:
- Prompt:
You're damn tired of these illusions and superstitions... tentacles, evil gods, or spectral ladies, get out of the god-damn mind.
Rites
Your hands are stained with countless evil deeds, you know it. Today, while caressing the Sultan Cards in your hands, something stirs deep within your heart. Like an overflowing cup, like a scale finally tipping, suddenly you realize that your evil deeds have crossed a threshold – a mark that has always been etched into these cards... And now, in the darkness, something that was waiting all along reaches out, extending a friendly tendril towards you...
ID: 5006555
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
Tag Tips: None
Tag Tips Up: None
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Action:
You're damn tired of these illusions and superstitions... tentacles, evil gods, or spectral ladies, get out of the god-damn mind.
Protagonist
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
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This rite has no activation conditions.
This rite has no prior outcome.
This is an act of kindness bestowed in advance, or perhaps a preparation to help you adjust to your new surroundings. Both sides know full well – you, [s1.name], your soul is bound for the eternal depths of the abyss.
This is no karmic cycle of divine justice, but rather a violent game where the wicked congregate to while away eternity... And now, you have earned your ticket of admission.
Result:
You dream:
Across countless ages, we longed to invite it to play with us, yet it repeatedly refused.
Now it has found you; bring it to join our games! A thousand legions shall be yours! We can play eternally in the lower realms! But don't let it damage the material world, or no new players will ever join!
You receive an Abyssal Offering - a massive fruit neither wholly flesh nor plant, existing somewhere between living creature and vegetation.
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