Rites

Nawfal detained in seclusion

Nawfal angered the Sultan and was ordered to be held in solitary confinement deep in the prison.

ID: 5006665

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 10 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

Tag Tips Text:

Random Text: None

Random Text Up: None


Actions When Wait Expires

Result:

Slots

Slot #1
Imprisoned Nawfal

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
You must attend the appointment in person.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
You can take this opportunity to break a Bloodshed Card of the same tier as Nawfal

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Type = Sultan Card
  • Tag (Bloodshed) = 1
  • Rarity - Slot #1 Rarity ≤ 0

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

This rite has no activation conditions.

Outcome

Prior

This rite has no prior outcome.

Regular

A few guards lead you through filthy, dark corridors and to a cell.

Nawfal is resting against the wall, his fine cloak covered in blood and filth. He looks extremely tired and only slightly raises his eyelid upon your arrival.



Have you come to ridicule me? Go ahead, laugh out loud." His voice is extremely hoarse, "I was betrayed, but I will not let that traitor go. I will drag him out and bleed him dry with my own hands!"

His eyes gleam coldly, but you only stare at his scarred hands hidden under his sleeves: "Do you think you can leave here?"

"Of course." A hint of a reassuring smile flashes across his face, quickly masked by a piercing pride, "Just wait and see, you dirty maggots!"

"We will." Internally relieved, you maintain an expressionless face, dropping a curt remark before leaving.

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Result:

Action:

You greeted the jailers in advance
A few guards lead you through filthy, dark corridors and then open the cell door.

You leisurely walk up to Nawfal, looking at his slender wrists and neck under the blood-soaked and filthy cloak. His health is so depleted by the prolonged torment that even the sound of you drawing the dagger does not awaken his tightly closed eyes.

To the end, he did not struggle or make a sound of plea or pain, making your killing feel utterly flavorless.

You wiped the dagger clean on his sleeve, clicked your tongue, and left the boring prison without looking back.

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Result:

Extra

This rite has no extra outcome.