Rites

Mischief

Hassan comes to you, his expression heavy, sighing repeatedly... an unusual force seems to press upon him, harsh and relentless.

ID: 5006689

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, Wisdom, Magic

Tag Tips Text:

Random Text: None

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Roll #1
Your gaze falls upon the lamb Hassan has brought along.
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Wisdom, Magic, and Insight determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 5
Low Target Tips: You need at least 5 Successes

Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
Hassan

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
Which protagonist?

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
Consumable

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

Unfeigned
"My friend, I have run into a trouble unlike any before!" The moment he sees you, Hassan throws his arms around you in a desperate embrace. Behind him, the lamb chews lazily on some leaves, tilting its head as if observing the scene. "I have lost my inspiration—my fervor, my passion, my reckless impulses... all gone!"

You help him sit, finally grasping the weight of his plight. Ever since a strange dream, Hassan has realized he no longer cares for the beauties. Noblewomen's ankles fail to quicken his heart, and the waists of ladies of delights no longer spark a poem. He feels a hollow in his chest—once a channel through which inspiration flowed—now clogged, trapping his creativity inside.

"I could once compare flowers to women, women to jewels, jewels to power, and power back to a bouquet of flowers! But now... it is shattered, my friend. You must understand. There are only a few pure desires in this world: to eat, to drink, to live, and to love. And now I lack one... I can barely even love myself. What am I to do as a poet?"

You sigh with him... or perhaps, you might try something else...?

Result:

He Plays the Part of a Good Friend Well
After he sees Hassan off, his face freezes for a flicker—an oddly vacant stare—then he reports back to you. He offers nothing of value about Hassan; only that the poet looks pitiable, bereft of inspiration. Can't love his muse, can't summon a rhyme—so what? You've been there. Eat, drink, live. You shrug and let it go.

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Result:

Not You Again
Your gaze slides past Hassan to the lamb lingering by the doorway.

It stands perfectly still, chewing on a blade of grass, its calm eyes betraying nothing. It looks like a common, dim, oddly endearing lamb.

But you keep watching.

The lamb turns, and with a slow, deliberate step, it moves out the door... you know this for what it is: an invitation.

You tell Hassan to wait a moment and follow.

Conditions:

Sudden Weightlessness
You stepped into a dreamlike haze.

From within the mist came the sheep's voice.

"Then what do you propose, baa? Otherwise he'll just keep writing and writing only love poems, always about love, baa! Of all the things humans do, love is the one I hate most!"

You smiled. Its anger only proved its regret; Hassan had been its favorite toy—perhaps more than just a toy, though it would never admit it—and now it truly didn't know what to do.

Conditions:

You Think of a Plan
Why not keep his capacity for love, but punish the reckless scribbling of endless love poems? Send him to someone who knows nothing of love and let that person grind the habit out of him for a while...

The clouds still for a beat, then a vast lamb's eye opens within them—like a warped sun—fixing you with an unblinking stare.

"You are good at placating higher things, are you not, baa? You always find a way... ha, ha, ha, baa! Tell me—tell me how you will handle this!"

You turn over names in your head. Who among them understands love least of all?

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Result:

Action:

What the Hell Is This
It stands perfectly still, chewing on a blade of grass, its calm eyes betraying nothing. To any outsider, it appears only as a common, dim, oddly endearing lamb.

Yet you feel it—its influence seizes Hassan and spreads outward. Everything around you... bends and twists as if caught in a whirlpool, leaves and branches pulled by an unseen current.

The lamb turns, and with a slow, deliberate step, it moves out the door... you know this for what it is: an invitation.

Everything around you freezes. You leave Hassan, leave the mortal world behind, and follow it into the backstage realm.

Conditions:

Sudden Weightlessness
You step into a cloudlike void. The living—or at least some fraction of them—seem suspended like puppets, strings descending from above. "Hassan is my toy! He just writes and writes—love poems on repeat—what can I say? Of all human affairs I loathe, love is the worst!" You realize it is at work, influencing Hassan, even affecting you.

Before you can resist, a force lifts you like a ragdoll, shaking your mind violently—spinning your thoughts faster than when the Sultan toys with it.

Conditions:

An Idea is Shaken Out
Why not keep his capacity for love, but punish the reckless scribbling of endless love poems? Send him to someone who knows nothing of love and let that person grind the habit out of him for a while...

The clouds still for a beat, then a vast lamb's eye opens within them—like a warped sun—fixing you with an unblinking stare.

"You are good at placating higher things, are you not, baa? You always find a way... ha, ha, ha, baa! Tell me—tell me how you will handle this!"

You turn over names in your head. Who among them understands love least of all?

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Result:

Action:

Middle Age, This Is How It Feels
You tell Hassan that perhaps he has been overindulging lately—though, of course, you do not believe his excuses. You advise him to rest for a while; perhaps things will right themselves. Enough already—ease up a little. Such excess dulls that sort of power. And whatever you do, steer clear of the dog-whip! A total scam. Completely useless!

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References

Referenced in Event Triggers

This rite is used as an event trigger for the following events.

The sheep's complaint