Rites

The Bookshop of Fate

You behold countless volumes, each one containing the destiny of a mortal life... Yet you can reach only the nearest few, for they have just been rewritten by the compiler and placed where your fate touches them.

ID: 5006700

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 0 days

Waits For: 1 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, Stealth

Tag Tips Text:

Random Text: None

Random Text Up:

Roll #1
I must not forget.
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Stealth, Magic, and Insight determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 5
Low Target Tips: You need at least 5 Successes

Actions When Wait Expires

Action:

Slots

Slot #1
It has to be you.

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Type = Character
  • Card = Arzu

Pops: None

Slot #2
Characters bound to your fate.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

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

The Poet in the Mud
The opening of the poetry scroll reads:

"You recite in the trench

of the river's source.

The moon descends from the clouds,

filling your chest."

The meaning is obscure—it seems to hint at Lamblet, a higher presence, and some past connection with Hassan. As your fingers brush the page, a few lines appear where there had been blank space:

"Yet your heart remains unfilled,

empty,

until even the stars join within."

Hassan's fate might subtly shift because of this. Before you can touch the words again, thunder roars overhead.

"Baa... alright, now off you go. And do forget everything you've just seen, baa!"

A violent force surges into your mind. If you can withstand it, perhaps you'll keep your memory... and with it, a chance to alter destiny.

You know all too well what it means to serve a higher will. They are fickle things, granting favor one moment, striking you down the next.

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The Jeweler's Secret
The opening of the poetry scroll reads:

"Men believe that gems and gold can adorn their souls,

But once they wear these jewels,

Who still cares for their souls?"

As your fingers brush across the page, the ink stirs, and the words shift ever so slightly, especially the final line, which now reads:

"But once they wear these jewels,

the diamonds' pupils mirror their very souls."

Jenna's fate might subtly shift because of this. Before you can touch the words again, thunder roars overhead.

"Baa... alright, now off you go. And do forget everything you've just seen, baa!"

A violent force surges into your mind. If you can withstand it, perhaps you'll keep your memory... and with it, a chance to alter destiny.

You know all too well what it means to serve a higher will. They are fickle things, granting favor one moment, striking you down the next.

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Result:

The Dance of Blades
The opening of the poetry scroll reads:

"Remember, you must conceal.

With a supple waist and slender arms,

Conceal your heart of marble,

And the soul that gleams like steel."

You wonder... what is Arzuna concealing? Your fingertip brushes against the page, and faint letters bloom where the parchment was once blank:

"Dance, scream, let the world bear witness—

You've plunged yourself into its beating heart!"

Arzuna's fate might subtly shift because of this. Before you can touch the words again, thunder roars overhead.

"Baa... alright, now off you go. And do forget everything you've just seen, baa!"

A violent force surges into your mind. If you can withstand it, perhaps you'll keep your memory... and with it, a chance to alter destiny.

You know all too well what it means to serve a higher will. They are fickle things, granting favor one moment, striking you down the next.

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Result:

Meow Meow Meow
The opening of the poetry scroll reads:

"Meow.

Meow, meow.

Meow.

Meow meow meow meow.

...A masterpiece, truly.

As your fingers brush across the page, the ink stirs, and the words shift ever so slightly... Lady Becky's fate might subtly shift because of this. Before you can touch the words again, thunder roars overhead.

"Baa... alright, now off you go. And do forget everything you've just seen, baa!"

A violent force surges into your mind. If you can withstand it, perhaps you'll keep your memory... and with it, a chance to alter destiny.

You know all too well what it means to serve a higher will. They are fickle things, granting favor one moment, striking you down the next.

Conditions:

Result:

The Faceless One
The opening of the poetry scroll reads:

"Upon the soiled face,

with powders

white,

and red,

and blue,

and black,

paint the visage

of what once was clean."

You recall the makeup Malkina used to wear. As your fingers brush across the page, the ink stirs, and the words shift ever so slightly, especially the last two lines, which now read:

"Sketch the face,

you wish to see."

Malkina's fate might subtly shift because of this. Before you can touch the words again, thunder roars overhead.

"Baa... alright, now off you go. And do forget everything you've just seen, baa!"

A violent force surges into your mind. If you can withstand it, perhaps you'll keep your memory... and with it, a chance to alter destiny.

You know all too well what it means to serve a higher will. They are fickle things, granting favor one moment, striking you down the next.

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Result:

Reflections in a Dream
The opening of the poetry scroll reads:

"The waking envies the sleeper,

blaming him for devouring the sweetest dream.

Yet the sleeper cannot speak,

for the bitter one has sealed his throat.

You ponder the meaning, fingers brushing lightly against the page. A few lines appear where there had been blank space:

"You who are awake—swallow the daylight.

Let it meet the night within your shell,

let them mingle,

and find peace at last."

Your twin's fate might subtly shift because of this. Before you can touch the words again, thunder roars overhead.

"Baa... alright, now off you go. And do forget everything you've just seen, baa!"

A violent force surges into your mind. If you can withstand it, perhaps you'll keep your memory... and with it, a chance to alter destiny.

You know all too well what it means to serve a higher will. They are fickle things, granting favor one moment, striking you down the next.

Conditions:

Result:

You close the book that belongs to you.
A surge of power slams into its cover and ricochets out of your mind...

Your memories remain intact, along with a few fragile, silken threads you can't quite name. You don't know what purpose these threads serve.

Before you, Hassan watches with a troubled gaze. You assure him you're fine, pat his shoulder, and take your leave.

But when you return home, something feels off. Something in your life has turned for the worse. Perhaps it's the mischief of that being who dwells among the clouds.

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Action:

When you tamper with another's book...
A surge of power stains your own book. The world tilts and spins, and when you regain your senses, Hassan is staring at you in alarm. You glance around, unable to recall what just happened. But something feels off. Something in your life has turned for the worse.

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