Rites

Devourer's Hunger

The cultists publicly announce the Cultic God will bestow blessings, providing wine to Dark Alley's poorest... You dare not imagine their confidence... or where their wine money originates.

ID: 5008174

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: None

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This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
Raw Material

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

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Pops: None

Slot #2
Raw Material

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

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Pops: None

Slot #3
The Sultan Card you gave the cultists

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

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Pops: None

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Outcome

Prior

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Regular

Devourer's Hunger
You wake in your barren home to find blood and flesh scattered across the floor, along with tattered clothing scraps barely recognizable as belonging to their former owners. Kneeling in the crimson pool, you laugh through your tears, knowing the Cultic God has claimed these lives.

At that same moment, cultists force-feed wine to an old beggar covered in sores. These madmen chant their god's name until the beggar draws his final breath. Only then do they leave, broken Extravagance Card in hand, victorious.

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Devourer's Hunger
You wake to find your possessions gone - gold, tools, ornaments... The newly emptied spaces marked with bloody trails. The Cultic God has taken them.

At that same moment, cultists force-feed wine to an old beggar covered in sores. These madmen chant their god's name until the beggar draws his final breath. Only then do they leave, broken Extravagance Card in hand, victorious.

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Devourer's Hunger
You wake to find your possessions gone - gold, tools, ornaments... everything of value. The Cultic God has claimed them all.

At that same moment, cultists force-feed wine to an old beggar covered in sores. These madmen chant their god's name until the beggar draws his final breath. Only then do they leave, broken Extravagance Card in hand, victorious.

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Devourer's Hunger
You wake to find your possessions gone - gold, tools, ornaments... everything of value. The Cultic God has claimed them all.

At that same moment, cultists force-feed wine to an old beggar covered in sores. These madmen chant their god's name until the beggar draws his final breath. Only then do they leave, broken Extravagance Card in hand, victorious.

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Devourer's Hunger
You wake seemingly unchanged, save for a strange statue beside your bed... One glance reveals countless vagrants, beggars, prostitutes, peddlers - everyone on the street - tearing at each other with twisted smiles, devouring flesh while hand-in-hand, shoulder-to-shoulder, singing and dancing in praise of the Cultic God's gifts, lauding your name, then dying together...

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Extra

Squandered Favor
Hearing how you broke this Extravagance Card, the Sultan's expression darkens: "You're exhausting my favor, [player.name]." He toys with his ring, watching you coldly. "Surely you don't believe you've gained authority to assign others to this game?"

Cold sweat pours as you repeatedly deny this; another such incident would certainly cost you your head.

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Badriyyah Returns Again
Badriyyah wants more! She giggles, seeking a second, third card... For your own survival, you absolutely cannot oblige. She seems disappointed, though her smile never fades. "Well then, let's reframe - not you providing cards, but me helping you. That works, right?"

She settles this unilaterally.

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The cultists' ritual grants you disturbing insights into forbidden realms.

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That night, your dreams place you at a feast - drinking wine and tearing into flesh, your bite marks echoing the prayer beads worn around their necks and wrists.

Yes, yes! Exactly so! In your trance-like state, you convince yourself... No, you know with certainty: the Cultic God's blessings are sacred and bountiful. How could you not help them manifest in this world?

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