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Meanwhile, in the alley-workshops, ink runs black and fast. Pirated pages of Lumera's work fly from hidden presses, stitched and bound in haste.

ID: 5006727

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, Sociability, Combat, Physique, Charisma, Stealth, Survival

Tag Tips Text:

Random Text: None

Random Text Up:

Roll #1
Cut it out!
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Combat and Physique determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 1 Success.
Roll #2
Cut it out!
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Stealth and Survival determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 1 Success.
Roll #3
Cut it out!
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Sociability and Charisma determine your full dice count.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 1 Success.
Roll #4
Cut it out!
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Your Sociability and Wisdom 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
You can handle this matter in person or send any follower in your stead.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
Consumables useful

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
You can take this opportunity to break an Bloodshed Card of Bronze tier or lower.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Type = Sultan Card
  • Tag (Bloodshed) = 1
  • Rarity ≤ Bronze

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

You bastard!
You kicked open the door, stepping boldly into the center of every eye. Your voice thundered: Who dares meddle with a trade under my protection? Are you blind to the fate of those who cross me? Have you not heard of Lord [player.name]?

The crowd froze, uncertain, exchanging wary glances... Can you bend them to your will?

Conditions:

No one's really afraid of you. Knives flashed, wooden planks were raised, stones flew.

Ah... some lessons must be carved in pain. You were driven back, humiliated for the moment.

Conditions:

Result:

Action:

Everyone's heard of your infamous name for killing. In an instant, a tide of people dropped to their knees before you, trembling, begging that your wrath be spared. They sweared to smash every carved block to earn your mercy.

You accepted their apology, and the crisis seemed at an end.

Conditions:

Everyone's heard of your infamous name for killing. In an instant, a tide of people dropped to their knees before you, trembling, begging that your wrath be spared. They sweared to smash every carved block to earn your mercy.

Yet one insult cannot be forgiven. Someone dared defile a work you protect. He should die.

Crimson stained the fresh pages; the crowd shivered under your blade. Now they understood the Sultan's Game. Let none henceforth pirate the books under your guard.

Conditions:

Result:

Action:

With victory secured, you returned to the Angler, carrying both tidings and the mud blocks as trophies. Asal examined them in awe: "So many pirated editions... yet the blocks are impressively crafted! Never have I seen a faster, more prolific set... and not a hint of scandal, no illustrations of beauties to be found!"

He chuckled, satisfied. The future profits, he assured, would please you.

Conditions:

Action:

You thus break a Sultan Card.
Sultan cared little for the fate of a mere bookseller. Most of the pirated stories railed against him, he thought—the few that flatter were dull by comparison.

With a casual wave, he absolved you of murder; after all, this is one of his favorite games.

Conditions:

Result:

Hear me, all of you inside.
With a smile, you summoned your men to fetch oil, saltpetre, and torches.

By the time the folks within poked their heads out, curious at the commotion, you had already drenched the walls of the shack in oil. The torch burned in your hand. With one careless drop, the place would be ash.

You spoke out to the pale faces within: you never wished for this, but... they were the ones who strayed first, weren't they?

Conditions:

No one's really afraid of you. Knives flashed, wooden planks were raised, stones flew.

Ah... some lessons must be carved in pain. You were driven back, humiliated for the moment.

Conditions:

Result:

Action:

They cowered, frozen in dread, praying you do not let the torch slip.

The head of the pirate printers snarled through gritted teeth: they would burn every carved block.

You accepted their apology, and the crisis seemed at an end.

Conditions:

They cowered, frozen in dread, praying you do not let the torch slip.

The head of the pirate printers snarled through gritted teeth: they will burn every carved block.

Yet one insult cannot be forgiven. Someone dared defile a work you protect. He should die.

Crimson stained the fresh pages; the crowd shivered under your blade. Now they understood the Sultan's Game. Let none henceforth pirate the books under your guard.

Conditions:

Result:

Action:

With victory secured, you returned to the Angler, carrying both tidings and the mud blocks as trophies. Asal examined them in awe: "So many pirated editions... yet the blocks are impressively crafted! Never have I seen a faster, more prolific set... and not a hint of scandal, no illustrations of beauties to be found!"

He chuckled, satisfied. The future profits, he assured, would please you.

Conditions:

Result:

You thus break a Sultan Card.
Sultan cared little for the fate of a mere bookseller. Most of the pirated stories railed against him, he thought—the few that flatter were dull by comparison.

With a casual wave, he absolved you of murder; after all, this is one of his favorite games.

Conditions:

Result:

Lord [player.name] arrives.
You cleared your throat. Your servants behind you caught the signal and raised their voices to announce your arrival.

"Sultan's favourite of the Lapis Lazuli Palace! The noble granted a seat by Sultan himself! A star beside the sun, radiating mercy and authority—Lord [player.name] has arrived!"

The people in the workshop visibly froze...

Conditions:

Your name had long travelled the bazaars and back alleys, wrapped in the folds of rumour and story. Who doesn't know you're even more favored than Vasir? They say if you feel unwell, the Sultan feels unwell too; and if you're in high spirits, the Sultan absolutely won't get angry!

Truth and gossip are seldom bedfellows, yet for now these tales serve you well.

A host of pirates lay prostrate at your feet, their robes stained with dust. The head bookseller bowed low, trembling, sweat streaking his brow. He begged your pardon, sweared to smash every false carved block, and vowed never again to profane your book.

You graciously accepted their apology, and the crisis seemed at an end.

Conditions:

None of them had ever heard of the great Lord [player.name] before Sultan's court—indeed, even if they had, they would never have believed it was truly you. Arrogant and cunning, they danced circles around you, and before you knew it, someone had spirited away all the carved blocks. Somehow, words of this spread, and for a time, you became the laughingstock of the court. How infuriating!

Conditions:

Result:

Action:

Your name has long travelled the bazaars and back alleys, wrapped in the folds of rumour and story. Who doesn't know you're even more favored than Vasir? They say if you feel unwell, the Sultan feels unwell too; and if you're in high spirits, the Sultan absolutely won't get angry!

Truth and gossip are seldom bedfellows, yet for now these tales serve you well.

A host of pirates lay prostrate at your feet, their robes stained with dust. At their head, a trembling bookseller bowed low, sweat streaking his brow. He begged your pardon, sweared to smash every false carved block, and vowed never again to profane your book.

Yet one insult cannot be forgiven. Someone dared defile a work you protect. He should die.

Crimson stained the fresh pages; the crowd shivered under your blade. Now they understood the Sultan's Game. Let none henceforth pirate the books under your guard.

Conditions:

Result:

Action:

With victory secured, you returned to the Angler, carrying both tidings and the mud blocks as trophies. Asal examined them in awe: "So many pirated editions... yet the blocks are impressively crafted! Never have I seen a faster, more prolific set... and not a hint of scandal, no illustrations of beauties to be found!"

He chuckled, satisfied. The future profits, he assured, would please you.

Conditions:

Action:

You thus break a Sultan Card.
Sultan cared little for the fate of a mere bookseller. Most of the pirated stories railed against him, he thought—the few that flatter were dull by comparison.

With a casual wave, he absolved you of murder; after all, this is one of his favorite games.

Conditions:

Result:

Reason with Them
You stepped into the ink-scented workshop. The pirates eyed you warily, clutching their clay blocks.

You attempt reason: this book tells a true story—the girl, the tale of vengeance. Do they not feel shame for profaning such a work?

Conditions:

Your words falled on deaf ears. The head pirate printer sneered:

"Who has no daughter? Who has not sought revenge? We live in this hell... the cleverest survive by devouring the weaker!"

Before you can continue, several nimble helpers fled through the back with stolen blocks.

You left empty-handed.

Conditions:

Action:

The lead pirate printer, a bookseller, bowed his head in frustration.

"I too have a daughter," he murmued. "She enjoys this story."

He sighed heavily, halted the others, and pledged to deliver all carved blocks to Asal—only then will the girl who wrote the book benefit fully.

You nodded in approval.

Conditions:

Action:

The lead pirate printer, a bookseller, bowed his head in frustration.

"I too have a daughter," he murmured. "She enjoys this story."

He sighed heavily, halted the others, and pledged to deliver all carved blocks to Asal—only then will the girl who wrote the book benefit fully.

Yet one insult cannot be forgiven. Someone dared defile a work you protect. He should die.

Crimson stained the fresh pages; the crowd shivered under your blade. Now they understood the Sultan's Game. Let none henceforth pirate the books under your guard.

Conditions:

Result:

Action:

With victory secured, you returned to the Angler, carrying both tidings and the mud blocks as trophies. Asal examined them in awe: "So many pirated editions... yet the blocks are impressively crafted! Never have I seen a faster, more prolific set... and not a hint of scandal, no illustrations of beauties to be found!"

He chuckled, satisfied. The future profits, he assured, would please you.

Conditions:

Action:

You take the opportunity to break a Sultan Card.
Sultan cared little for the fate of a mere bookseller. Most of the pirated stories railed against him, he thought—the few that flatter were dull by comparison.

With a casual wave, he absolved you of murder; after all, this is one of his favorite games.

Conditions:

Result: