Rites
You ponder: where could possibly inflict the greatest trial on a heart prone to passion?
ID: 5006690
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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This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
Buthayna, Madam of the House of Delights. She's seen it all.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops:
My reputation among commoners still isn't enough to make Buthayna help me.
Nawfal, a man utterly clueless about romance... and those kids.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops:
Nawfal has no reason yet to accept someone I recommended.
The person was gone—what good is thinking of him now?
Abdul, um... a terribly greasy old man.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops:
The Sultan. At least he can scare Hassan a little.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops:
I'm not that cruel.
The Time Hasn't Come
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Hassan
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Tips: Choose one.
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This rite has no prior outcome.
"No one is more suited than Lady Buthayna," you tell it. "For someone in her line of work, the greatest taboo is falling for a client. Her heart is harder than diamond; there is no fear she will ever love anyone. If Hassan finds himself at her side, in three days at most, he may see love in a wholly new light!"
"So be it, baa! I'll set it up—just a few small adjustments, very simple! Baa baa baa baa—I'm thrilled! You have a remarkable talent for pleasing!" The lamb laughs so loud your ears ring. Its gaze never leaves you. "Next time I create a world, I must write a character like you... perhaps I will just whisk you away then, baa ha ha ha!"
The clouds dissipate. Hassan calls after you, asking why you have not returned. You pause a moment to admire the garden, then slowly walk back to the room.
His poetic talent, his passion, his desires—they are preserved. But his happiness in the days to come... well, that may not survive.
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"No one is better than Nawfal to snuff out a poet's fire," you tell it seriously. "He has no sense of romance, no flights of fancy. His life exists only for the grand, tangible 'state.' Not a single moment is wasted on so-called love.
If he takes over Hassan's work, the old poet will see life in a whole new way—no more churning out cheesy love poems for a circle of beauties."
"So be it, baa! I'll set it up—just a few small adjustments, very simple! Baa baa baa baa—I'm thrilled! You have a remarkable talent for pleasing!" The lamb laughs so loud your ears ring. Its gaze never leaves you. "Next time I create a world, I must write a character like you... perhaps I will just whisk you away then, baa ha ha ha!"
The clouds dissipate. Hassan calls after you, asking why you have not returned. You pause a moment to admire the garden, then slowly walk back to the room.
His poetic talent, his passion, his desires—they are preserved. But the next few days... well, he's in for a lot of hard work.
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You tell it that the most suitable person you can think of is Abdul. Even if he has ever dabbled in love, he would have traded it all for power and gold. He trusts nothing that can't be bargained with. Everything Hassan owns is worthless in his eyes. If Hassan ends up at his side, Abdul will boss the old poet around in that slick, calculating way of his—and in no more than three days, Hassan's mind will be brimming with creative energy... probably all about murder plots and managing fiscal deficits. In any case, there won't be a single cheesy love poem left!
"So be it, baa! I'll set it up—just a few small adjustments, very simple! Baa baa baa baa—I'm thrilled! You have a remarkable talent for pleasing!" The lamb laughs so loud your ears ring. Its gaze never leaves you. "Next time I create a world, I must write a character like you... perhaps I will just whisk you away then, baa ha ha ha!"
The clouds dissipate. Hassan calls after you, asking why you have not returned. You pause a moment to admire the garden, then slowly walk back to the room.
His poetic talent, his passion, his desires—they are preserved. As for the next few days... well, let's just wish him luck.
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You speak only two words: "The Sultan."
That's all it takes. The lamb bursts into laughter—
"So be it, baa! I'll set it up—just a few small adjustments, very simple! Baa baa baa baa—I'm thrilled! You have a remarkable talent for pleasing!" The lamb laughs so loud your ears ring. Its gaze never leaves you. "Next time I create a world, I must write a character like you... perhaps I will just whisk you away then, baa ha ha ha!"
The clouds dissipate. Hassan calls after you, asking why you have not returned. You pause a moment to admire the garden, then slowly walk back to the room.
His poetic talent, his passion, his desires—they are preserved. Let's just hope he survives the days ahead.
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Patience. Let me observe a bit longer. For now, Lamblet will accept your words.
The clouds dissipate. Hassan calls after you, asking why you have not returned. You pause a moment to admire the garden, then slowly walk back to the room.
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Action:
Patience. Let me observe a bit longer. For now, Lamblet will accept your words.
The clouds dissipate. Hassan calls after you, asking why you have not returned. You pause a moment to admire the garden, then slowly walk back to the room.
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This rite has no extra outcome.