Rites

The Poet's Lamb

As the cups are raised and laughter flows, you find yourself speaking with Hassan about his little lamb... When did it begin following him? How old could it be? Yet the moment the questions form, a strange presence seems to nudge you away, pushing those thoughts back into the mist where they belong.

ID: 5006696

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, Magic, Wisdom

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Random Text: None

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Roll #1
You try to seize hold of the sense of wrongness.
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Insight, Magic, and Wisdom determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 10
Low Target Tips: You need at least 10 Successes.

Actions When Wait Expires

Result:

Slots

Slot #1
Hassan

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
You must set foot there in person.

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

Slot #4
Characters tied to Hassan by unseen forces.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #5
Characters tied to Hassan by unseen forces.

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

Life as Usual
You try to gather your thoughts, but it's like reaching through fog. In the end, you let it slip away. Wasn't there a question left hanging just now? Perhaps—but it hardly matters. A servant arrives with yogurt-soaked sweets and a bottle from your best cellar. That, surely, is what counts. You drink and chat amiably with Hassan until, at last, he takes his leave.

Conditions:

Into the Mist
You summon [s4.name]. The moment [s4.gender] appears, that strange sense of wrongness presses harder. When did we first meet? And back then... was the lamb already at Hassan's side?

You try to gather your thoughts, but it's like reaching through fog. In the end, you let it slip away. Wasn't there a question left hanging just now? Perhaps—but it hardly matters. A servant arrives with yogurt-soaked sweets and a bottle from your best cellar. That, surely, is what counts. You drink and chat amiably with Hassan until, at last, everyone leaves.

Conditions:

Into the Mist
You summon [s5.name]. The moment [s5.gender] appears, that strange sense of wrongness presses harder. When did we first meet? And back then... was the lamb already at Hassan's side?

You try to gather your thoughts, but it's like reaching through fog. In the end, you let it slip away. Wasn't there a question left hanging just now? Perhaps—but it hardly matters. A servant arrives with yogurt-soaked sweets and a bottle from your best cellar. That, surely, is what counts. You drink and chat amiably with Hassan until, at last, everyone leaves.

Conditions:

Cracks in Reality
Guided by instinct, you summon [s5.name] and [s4.name]. Yet the moment [s5.gender] appears, that strange sense of wrongness presses harder. When did we first meet? And back then... was the lamb already at Hassan's side?

It becomes clear that some hidden force has been trying, again and again, to scatter your thoughts. But the contradictions you and your companions have uncovered are now too many to ignore.

Conditions:

Return to Unknowing
At last, a haze seeps from Hassan's lamb, drifting like tufts of its wool until it swaddles you in soft confusion.

Wasn't there a question left hanging just now? Perhaps—but it hardly matters. A servant arrives with yogurt-soaked sweets and a bottle from your best cellar. That, surely, is what counts.

You drink and chat amiably with Hassan until, at last, everyone leaves.

Conditions:

Self-Bind
Your gaze cuts through the mist that cloaks reality, glimpsing threads of vapor tangled into the shape of thought. They writhe, trying to weave the minds of the four of you together, yet only manage to knot themselves into chaos.

You seize one of those threads, grip tight, and pull, desperate to trace it back to its source.

And then, darkness falls.

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References

Referenced in Event Triggers

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

Strange attack