Rites

Liberation Bloom

Badriyyah tells you she can help you escape that persistent Cultic God, block those constant nightmares.

If she speaks truly... then again, that failed Cultic God isn't the only thing tormenting you.

ID: 5008189

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 15 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

Tag Tips Text:

Random Text: None

Random Text Up: None

Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
Badriyyah

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops:

  • Condition:
    • Slot #3 = 1
    • Slot #4 = 1
    Action:
    • Self Pops:
      Facing two such terrible beings simultaneously?! I might fail...
Slot #2
You can choose to bear everything together with Badriyyah, or... entrust it completely to her

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
The god connection they wish to sever

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #4
The god connection they wish to sever

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

Tips: Choose a "voice" you wish to silence.

Conditions:

Outcome

Prior

This rite has no prior outcome.

Regular

Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations... Cool breath spreads along the gradually forming delicate petals, then the banished divine will begins furious retaliation!

How dare you, how dare you? How dare you make promises to a god then break them? How dare you refuse to fulfill divine will after receiving so many blessings?

Pure white flames coalesce into a thick whip, lashing your body viciously, nearly tearing your soul apart. Your heart splits in two - half refined purity and devotion, half your contemptible sins, burning away completely in the fire!

When you slowly, slowly awaken from the vision, you've completely forgotten why you came - why are you sitting on burned earth surrounded by ash? Wind carries away those burned remnants like sand. You don't know what you've lost.

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Action:

Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations... Cool breath spreads along the gradually forming delicate petals. Each of Badriyyah's needle strokes forms a fortress, yet just as you think success is near, the banished divine will suddenly retaliates violently, instantly breaching all your defenses!

How laughable, how laughable! Foolish mortal, how could you think that once a Cultic God has taken root, you still have a chance to stuff Them back into the void? Who do you think you are?! Ha ha ha ha!!

That malice-filled mockery pierces your ears, pierces your heart, leaving a small but unhealable void. The Cultic God's eye squeezes through this hole, peering at this sweet world - They will descend, no, part of Them has already descended, through your body...!

When you awaken from this nearly heart-rending agony, you've completely forgotten why you came - why are you sitting in brilliantly blooming earth? Why does each flower contain strange limbs, why does blood pool beneath each leaf? In your daze, ink stains have spread across your entire arm, and you stagger toward the uncorrupted world, aware of none of this.

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Almost the moment needling begins, Badriyyah knows she cannot succeed, but she still gives her all for you.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle.

Each of Badriyyah's needle strokes forms a fortress. She expends all her strength fighting, maneuvering against divine will, but this is like an ant declaring war on two mountains. Omnipresent light and omnipresent darkness clash on her battlefield, tearing her to pieces in a single exchange.

And you, in this storm's eye, witness her smiling as she dissolves to nothing.

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Liberation Bloom
Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle.

Each of Badriyyah's needle strokes forms a fortress. She and you expend all strength fighting, maneuvering against divine will, but this is like ants declaring war on mountains. Omnipresent light and omnipresent darkness clash on this narrow battlefield, but - They both care about your survival. If you die, who will help Them descend, who will erase Their sins of descent?

Their power tears at you, then mends you, tearing at each other, balancing each other. After unknown time - ten thousand years or an instant - these two entangled forces cancel out, like water extinguishing fire while being evaporated.

You slowly awaken in extreme weakness to see Badriyyah collapsed before you, her face frozen in a faint... liberating smile. The flower field lies shrouded in night, freedom's breath caressing each blossom in full bloom.

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Annihilation Bloom
Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle.

Each of Badriyyah's needle strokes forms a fortress. She and you expend all strength fighting, maneuvering against divine will, but this is like ants declaring war on mountains. Omnipresent light and omnipresent darkness clash on this narrow battlefield. Though They both care about your survival - if you die, who will help Them descend, who will erase Their sins of descent? - these are the two most ancient, most powerful deities! Even the slightest power overflow suffices to tear you apart!

Very well, very well. Compared to the world's destruction, if only you must pay the price, what's wrong with that? In extreme weakness you lift your final gaze to see Badriyyah's face frozen in a faint... liberating smile. Yes... liberation... you show the same smile.

The flower field lies shrouded in night, freedom's breath caressing each blooming blossom.

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Result:

Action:

Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle.

Each of Badriyyah's needle strokes forms a fortress. She expends all strength fighting, maneuvering against divine will, but this is like an ant declaring war on mountains.

Before beginning, you asked if she feared divine punishment. She smiled and answered, "They certainly will. They will drive me mad, kill me, because I try to make Them lose you, Their most useful pawn... but don't worry. My life should be spent somewhere."

Thus you almost watch her wither like a wilting flower, transferring all nourishment and vitality to your palm, where that beautiful buttercup blooms ardently.

The flower field lies shrouded in night, freedom's breath caressing each blossom in full bloom. The divine voice vanishes. Your heart has never been so peaceful, never so sorrowful...

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Result:

Action:

Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle.

Each of Badriyyah's needle strokes forms a fortress. She and you expend all strength fighting, maneuvering against divine will, but this is like ants declaring war on mountains.

Needle by needle, the god wrathfully ravages between you and her, light-formed ribbons lashing your souls, forcing you to retreat, bow, kneel, even beg... but no, neither of you do. Until the final needle point falls, you're drenched in sweat as if pulled from water. Badriyyah fares no better, gasping, barely able to hold her needle. The buttercup tattoo in your palm still aches, but the divine brand is completely swept away.

"I need rest, I guess you do too." She wearily closes her eyes, smiling at you. You lie weakly side by side on the bed, falling into slumber. Outside, the flower field lies shrouded in night, freedom's breath caressing each blooming bud.

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Result:

Action:

Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle.

Each of Badriyyah's needle strokes forms a fortress. She and you expend all strength fighting, maneuvering against divine will, but this is like ants declaring war on mountains.

Needle by needle, the god wrathfully ravages between you and her, light-formed ribbons lashing your souls, forcing you to retreat, bow, kneel, even beg... but no, neither of you do: you persist until the end, persist until... your lives are drained to the last spark.

Very well, very well. Compared to the world's destruction, if only you must pay the price, what's wrong with that? In extreme weakness you lift your final gaze to see Badriyyah's face frozen in a faint... liberating smile. Yes... liberation... you show the same smile.

The flower field lies shrouded in night, freedom's breath caressing each blooming blossom.

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Result:

Action:

Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle.

Each of Badriyyah's needle strokes forms a fortress. She expends all strength fighting, maneuvering against divine will, but this is like an ant declaring war on mountains.

Before beginning, you asked if she feared divine punishment. She smiled and answered, "They certainly will. They will drive me mad, kill me, because I try to make Them lose you, Their most useful pawn... but don't worry. My life should be spent somewhere."

Thus you almost watch her wither like a wilting flower, transferring all nourishment and vitality to your palm, where that beautiful buttercup blooms ardently.

The flower field lies shrouded in night, freedom's breath caressing each blossom in full bloom. The divine voice vanishes. Your heart has never been so peaceful, never so sorrowful...

Conditions:

Result:

Action:

Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle.

Each of Badriyyah's needle strokes forms a fortress. She and you expend all strength fighting, maneuvering against divine will, but this is like ants declaring war on mountains.

Needle by needle, the god wrathfully ravages between you and her, mad malice corrupting your souls, forcing you to retreat, bow, kneel, even beg... but no, neither of you do. Until the final needle point falls, you're drenched in sweat as if pulled from water. Badriyyah fares no better, gasping, barely able to hold her needle. The buttercup tattoo in your palm still aches, but the divine brand is completely swept away.

"I need rest, I guess you do too." She wearily closes her eyes, smiling at you. You lie weakly side by side on the bed, falling into slumber. Outside, the flower field lies shrouded in night, freedom's breath caressing each blooming bud.

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Result:

Action:

Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle.

Each of Badriyyah's needle strokes forms a fortress. She and you expend all strength fighting, maneuvering against divine will, but this is like ants declaring war on mountains.

Needle by needle, the god wrathfully ravages between you and her, mad malice corrupting your souls, forcing you to retreat, bow, kneel, even beg... but no, neither of you do: you persist until the end, persist until... your lives are drained to the last spark.

Very well, very well. Compared to the world's destruction, if only you must pay the price, what's wrong with that? In extreme weakness you lift your final gaze to see Badriyyah's face frozen in a faint... liberating smile. Yes... liberation... you show the same smile.

The flower field lies shrouded in night, freedom's breath caressing each blooming blossom.

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Critical Concealment
Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle, and she almost succeeds - but just as the Cultic God's ink stain retreats, a colder, vaster, more frenzied existence laughs maniacally as it seizes your palm, instantly overwhelming Badriyyah's carefully constructed defenses, destroying her needle, her magic, her soul. You see shock frozen in her pupils, but you can't spare concern! The deceived, banished Cultic God immediately returns, tangling with the Destroyer. Countless whispers, countless commands, countless lashings, countless curses manifest upon you, canceling each other, balancing each other. Your soul is like a fragile boat struggling in a storm... You still live, but you know you've lost your final chance to escape this fate of divine manipulation.

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Critical Oversight
Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle, and you almost succeed - but just as the Cultic God's ink stain retreats, a colder, vaster, more frenzied existence laughs maniacally as it seizes your palm, instantly overwhelming your carefully constructed defenses, destroying your needles, your magic. The deceived, banished Cultic God immediately returns, tangling with the Destroyer. Countless whispers, countless commands, countless lashings, countless curses manifest upon you like a passing storm, leaving only scattered wreckage that can no longer spell out [player.name]'s name.

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Critical Concealment
Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle, and she almost succeeds - but just as the pure white radiance dims, a more frenzied, brutal, corrupted existence seizes the moment, laughing maniacally as it claims your palm, instantly overwhelming Badriyyah's carefully constructed defenses, destroying her needle, her magic, her soul. You see shock frozen in her pupils, but you can't spare concern! The deceived, banished Immaculate Purity immediately returns, tangling with the God of Corruption. Countless whispers, countless commands, countless lashings, countless curses manifest upon you, canceling each other, balancing each other. Your soul is like a fragile boat struggling in a storm... You still live, but you know you've lost your final chance to escape this fate of divine manipulation.

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Critical Oversight
Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations.

This is battle, and you almost succeed - but just as the pure white radiance dims, a more frenzied, brutal, corrupted existence seizes the moment, laughing maniacally as it claims your palm, instantly overwhelming your carefully constructed defenses, destroying your needles, your magic. The deceived, banished Immaculate Purity immediately returns, tangling with the Corrupter. Countless whispers, countless commands, countless lashings, countless curses manifest upon you like a passing storm, leaving only scattered wreckage that can no longer spell out [player.name]'s name.

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Action:

Badriyyah's long needle touches your palm - strangely, it doesn't hurt at all, instead bringing a tingling sensation.

Her needle, dipped in herb juice, works while she murmurs incantations. Her movements are very skilled, each needle stroke confident. Cool sensation flows from the dense wounds. You close your eyes as the Cultic God's whispers that have long troubled you finally dissipate.

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Extra

This rite has no extra outcome.