Rites

The Crossing of Clear Streams

You ask to join Nawfal’s banquet, eager to hear what they are discussing. All his guests look at you with caution and unpleasant expressions.

ID: 5006662

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: Normal Result, Physique, Wisdom

Tag Tips Text:

Random Text: None

Random Text Up:

Roll #1
You've had quite a lot to drink...can you still hold your tongue?
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Physique determines your full dice count.
Low Target: 3
Low Target Tips: You need at least 3 Successes.
Roll #2
You've had quite a lot to drink...can you still hold your tongue?
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Physique determines your full dice count.
Low Target: 3
Low Target Tips: You need at least 3 Successes.
Roll #3
You've had quite a lot to drink...can you still hold your tongue?
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Physique determines your full dice count.
Low Target: 3
Low Target Tips: You need at least 3 Successes.
Roll #4
A feeling in the depths of your mind gives you a vague sense that something is off
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Wisdom provides you with the full dice count.
Low Target: 3
Low Target Tips: You need at least 3 Successes.

Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
Banquet Host

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
Nawfal's ally, a young noble

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
Nawfal's ally, a wealthy noble

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #4
Nawfal's ally, an elderly noble

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #5
You must join this banquet yourself

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #6
Some consumables can be helpful during banquets

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

This rite has no activation conditions.

Outcome

Prior

This rite has no prior outcome.

Regular

This rite has no regular outcome.

Extra

Although Nawfal says there is nothing to hide, the atmosphere at the banquet clearly becomes more restrained and suppressed with your arrival, as if this really is just a normal, ordinary feast your family often has.

But Nawfal’s wine is really good!

Half of your reason for pretending to be the Sultan’s jester, is to lull them into lowering their guard and muddling through today’s events, but the other half is for indulging in the wine. You drank cup after cup until, amid this bizarre atmosphere, the voices speaking loudly and passionately become less clear, until someone suddenly calls your name.
A young man suddenly stood up
He loudly calls your name, resentfully, “[player.name], why did you agree to participate in that absurd game? If you refused, perhaps The Sultan would have given it up!”

– everyone here knows which game he means.
You barely regain your senses, still remembering the role you're playing at this feast
“Ha! Why refuse? Providing a mere morsel of entertainment to our supreme, unparalleled Sultan, isn’t that the duty of us subjects?”

Your smug, flattering response provokes loud jeers, evidencing that those gathered around Nawfal share similar political views.

“Shameless!” The young man turns red and white with anger. “You're—you’re usurping The Sultan’s authority, you...!” He bites his lip and halts his speech, as though you have exasperated him.

The young man’s outrage is genuine, but what can he do? The situation is already set in stone.

Immediately, another man approaches you. A fat, middle-aged noble, whose name you can not recall.

He looks at you with more flattery and eagerness, clearly also muddled by drink.

Conditions:

You're drunk enough to let the truth slip out
“I wish I could! But wouldn’t that mean my death? The Sultan will just find another unlucky fool... like you, you, or... ha, like Nawfal! Ha, you think the Sultan hasn’t toyed with you because he doesn’t want to? We’re all queued up, necks on the same line, waiting for the axe!”



You laugh heartily, the young noble lowers his head in silence, while a fat noble clings to your shoulder, exuding the smell of liquor as he speaks, clearly quite drunk...

Conditions:

Action:

“I wish I could become you!” he slurs, “I heard you can request women from the Sultan’s harem under a pretense of carnality! There are so many, so many beauties in the Sultan’s harem! My God... I can only imagine such pinnacle...”

You laugh heartily at this...
You barely regain your senses, not forgetting the role you're playing at this feast
But Nawfal, ha ha ha! You almost want to see Nawfal's expression right now – his group isn’t lacking for such libertines!

You skillfully pull an earnest, yet ambiguous, expression, and wav your hand, saying, “The merciful, great Sultan has pardoned your offenses, but you should never take pride in it! No one should covet the Sultan’s women; that’s the greatest disloyalty and defiance!”

Then you change the subject, saying any attempt to approach women touched by the Sultan's imperial power will find normal men can’t arise their interest at all, no matter how much effort you exhaust; you’d only be met with scornful chuckles.

The fat noble nods half-believingly, and people were somewhat silenced, seemingly weighing their strengths against the Sultan...

Until Nawfal makes an awkward cough awaking them from their trance. The fat middle-aged noble's face shows deep shame.

Nawfal casts you a cold glance, says nothing and orders all the wine removed. In fact, before this, they had never served wine at these gatherings; they had never seen each other’s drunken states before.

Conditions:

You're drunk enough to let the truth slip out
“No, no,” you drunkenly say, “is there really anything good about those women in the harem? The Sultan stuffed all the women of potentially opposing families in, even some dethroned princesses...What kind of life can these women lead, abused, dominated, monitored, manipulated daily...only our Sultan gets any joy from it!”

You say while sighing deeply, “Ahhh! My current life’s no different from those women‘s...Enough said! Come! Brother, let’s have another drink!”

“Enough.” Nawfal spoke. He frowns at you two who hug and cry for each other, waving a hand to order the wine removed.

In actuality, earlier gatherings never served wine; no one had seen each other’s embarrassing drunken states before.

Conditions:

Action:

An elderly minister awkwardly clears his throat, forcibly ending the indecent topic, and, with a piece of cheese bread at hand, brings up the famine outbreak in many parts of the country recently. The more he speaks, the more enraged he becomes, almost hoarsely accusing the Sultan of refusing to aid the disaster-stricken citizens!



People deeply sympathize with him because his territory is located in the most affected area, and he can only watch as his subjects starve to death... They vent their anger, criticize, and speak more and more outrageously, emotions spiraling out of control...
Your mind has never been clearer
Does Nawfal care about nothing anymore? Isn’t he afraid someone will overhear?

You make a noise, raise the cup, and throw leftover wine in the face of that elderly noble, the drunkenness softening the fierceness in your eyes but still enough to sober a person. “Had enough?” You grab his collar, nearly lifting the frail elder before pushing him back. “How dare you question our fair and all-knowing Sultan? Huh, if everyone desires The Sultan’s attention for their territory’s affairs, wanting the treasury to be particularly generous, here would’ve been chaos a long while ago! Ha ha ha...if you don’t want to starve, then you, you, and you are the ones to starve...!”

You nearly press noses with them as you point, laughing heartily, returning to your seat with a drunken stagger, yelling for more wine!

“Bring a few more pitchers of fine wine! Let us toast the empire, toast The Sultan, toast...hic, toast the eternal sun!”

No one responds to your toast. The banquet ends in a not-so-joyful atmosphere. Nawfal orders the drunken you to be escorted out by servants and placed into your carriage.

Conditions:

You're drunk enough to let the truth slip out
You casually throw your arm around the elderly noble’s shoulders, squeezing his mournful face, laughing, “You’ll see, The Sultan won't even think of saving you, stop hoping! He saves his own territory first, then the nobles who willingly pay tribute, and at last, the very last of the last—it’s you lot with no grease and no insight, pests annoying the daylights out of him! Ha ha ha...if you don’t starve, who will?”

The elderly noble's face flushes, wanting to rebuke, but ultimately weakly nods, “You’re right. I’m doomed! We’re all doomed...”

Nawfal’s face darkens, ordering the raucously drunken you removed and placed into your carriage.

Conditions:

Action:

You’re unsure how you get home, and it’s past morning by the time you wake up... Oh, what a mess, you can only recall barging into Nawfal's banquet, but details after the third drink escapes your memory.

You pray nothing bad has happened...

Conditions:

Action:

A cold wind cuts across your sweaty back, bringing a chilling sting. The feeling of being scrutinized, like needles pricking your back, finally fades as you board the carriage...Only now do you have the clarity to review tonight's yield.

A gut feeling tells you there is a spy lurking at Nawfal's banquet.

– You're almost certain it's the young noble, despite his well-crafted disguise, what he didn't realize was, while he monitored you, you also watched him. Besides questioning and aping others’ perspectives, he never presented his own...

The only issue remaining is, should you tell Nawfal this?

Conditions:

Action:

A cold wind cuts across your sweaty back, bringing a chilling sting. The feeling of being scrutinized, like needles pricking your back, finally fades as you board the carriage... Only now do you have the clarity to review tonight's yield.

A gut feeling tells you there’s a spy at Nawfal’s banquet... but pinning down who it is remains elusive. Lacking evidence, mere speculation, you’re unsure whether to inform Nawfal...

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