Rites
This straightforward revenge makes no pretense - he simply blocks your path with his sword.
ID: 5008127
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 1 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: Fight Result, Physique, Combat
Tag Tips Text:
Random Text:
r1: Without room for explanation, he raises his sword against you.Random Text Up:Without room for explanation, he raises his sword against you.
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The number of dice provided by your Physique and Combat is affected by the enemy's Physique and Combat.
Low Target: 10
Low Target Tips: You need at least 10 Success to achieve victory.
Action:
You ignore his declaration of war. Thus, when his sword pierces your throat, you have nothing to say.
The vengeful blade now rests against your neck.
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
You are in crisis
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Certain items might help you survive.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
You can take this to break any tier Bloodshed Card
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.
In this narrow alley, only you two remain. Night conceals everything in silence. The Roaming Swordsman regards you impassively, his ancient blade reflecting dangerous moonlight.
"I avenge the nine princesses of Hukakassus," he says. "For my nine disgraced sisters."
Result:
The Roaming Swordsman falls. His eyes quickly dim, losing their luster like weathered stone. Perhaps he should have died long ago, buried in this nameless soil that was once his Homeland. Perhaps becoming dust now isn't too late - to be blown by the wind to where all his relatives, all his sisters chose death over dishonor.
Conditions:
Result:
The Homeland prince's blood rivals gold in value. You successfully break this Bloodshed Card.
Conditions:
Result:
As the blade pierces your heart, you see his cold eyes. He cleanly withdraws his sword, wiping your blood from his face. With a slight sneer, he says, "That's the difference with princesses." He leans to your ear, ensuring you hear his final words: "Their honor isn't for someone like you to casually tarnish."
So it was... about those drunken jokes... What... a jest... this is...
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