Confront the Lord of Revels.Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Charisma and Magic determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 3
Low Target Tips: You need at least 3 Successes.
Rites
The third—and final—feast begins now. Are you ready?
ID: 5006716
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: Normal Result, Charisma, Magic
Tag Tips Text:
Random Text: None
Random Text Up:Confront the Lord of Revels.
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Charisma and Magic determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 3
Low Target Tips: You need at least 3 Successes.Confront the Lord of Revels.
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Charisma and Magic determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 8
Low Target Tips: You need at least 8 Successes.
This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
Asal insists on being present for everything.
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
The secret weapon against the Lord of Revels.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
You are marked as the target of the Lord of Revels.
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
You may call any of your followers to fight alongside you.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops:
Ah! What a powerful, magnificent thing—I'll kill it!
Oh my, look at this big fellow; it is trying to squeeze over here!
No, no, no—There are already too many of "us" in this world... you are not allowed here!
...Tch, let me banish you.
Foul beyond measure—urgently in need of purification.
Oh! This isn't in the books!
Ha! What a battle it would be—sure to be utterly exhilarating!
C-could I hide at the back and write poetry... couldn't I...?
Darling, generally speaking, a courtier's wife doesn't need to personally go fight such a demon, does she?
Oh... heavens, me? I'm supposed to fight that?
I'll follow you into the charge!
How marvelous! You are saving the world!
Hah! This is way more exciting than boar hunting!
Honestly, if you look closely, that thing has a strangely graceful bearing...
I won't bring the dogs for this fight; I can't let them eat that filth.
...All right, I will fight.
I had heard of this thing... it has killed plenty of poor folk. Now it's time for it to pay.
Ah, splendid, I'll give it a proper dance!
I wonder if it is wearing any otherworldly precious gems...
Uh, you know, my family were all civil officials...
Meow—ah!
Could I take a share of the trophies? It ought to fetch a good price.
Oh, oh, this is truly rare to see... later I will design a new look based on it.
If I stuff this into an engine, I wonder what would happen...
We are really going to fight that...?
You can take this opportunity to break a Conquest Card of Silver tier or lower.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Consumables useful in combat
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
This rite has no activation conditions.
This rite has no prior outcome.
This rite has no regular outcome.
You sit in the silent room, feeling the otherworld seeping in through every line of the book, through every spell etched into your blood. They come, hungering for innocent blood, delighted to find a vessel as perfect as you.
When the darkness finally takes shape, you rise. You refuse to be the lamb at the feast. No matter how many times this creature has presided over its midnight banquets, tonight it learns you are no easy prey.
The devoured souls knit themselves into a warped, living shape, their twisted mass breaking apart as each name is spoken. The more you call them, the weaker the form becomes—until at last it collapses and the malice dissolves. The room falls still. You catch your breath and lower your weapons—the blade of steel, and the blade of will.
Behind you, Asal is scribbling furiously into his notebook, pressing his face close to the space where the Lord of Revels lingered, sniffing, murmuring, his eyes alight. "At last... I've seen it. I can record it now..."
Even you can't help but think he looks like a lunatic.
Only when he scrawls his final line does he look up, bow deeply, and stammer: "My gratitude—and my shame—cannot be expressed enough, it's like—"
You're too exhausted to listen. With a weary flick of your hand, you dismiss him. Enough for tonight. You need sleep.
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The devoured souls knit themselves into a warped, living shape, their wrath and despair striking you like a tide. You die—or maybe you don't. The Lord of Revels has claimed your flesh, and whatever comes next is no longer yours to know.
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You're so sure of your own power that you refuse to rely on any other means to weaken your foe. You face the creature head-on, determined to show this arrogant outsider who truly rules here.
And you succeed. Malice dissolves into nothing. The world around you falls silent once more. You calmly sheathe your weapon. Behind you, Asal is scribbling furiously into his notebook, pressing his face close to the space where the Lord of Revels lingered, sniffing, murmuring, his eyes alight. "At last... I've seen it. I can record it now..."
Even you can't help but think he looks like a lunatic.
Only when he scrawls his final line does he look up, bow deeply, and stammer: "My gratitude—and my shame—cannot be expressed enough, it's like—"
...You're too tired to listen to more of his nonsense. You wave him off and let it go. At least you've had a fight worth remembering.
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You're so sure of your own power that you refuse to rely on any other means to weaken your foe. But when the darkness closes around you, you realize too late just how reckless you've been. Regret is useless now. You die—or maybe you don't. The Lord of Revels has claimed your flesh, and whatever comes next is no longer yours to know.
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The Sultan demands a full account of the battle. From the look in his eyes you catch a flicker of envy. He missed a fight like that. How unforgivable.
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