Rites

[player.name]'s Fortress

In the generous, merciful name of [player.name], all those wandering, nameless, and unclean may dwell here.

ID: 5008202

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 3 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

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Slot #1
At last, the vagrants have a home.

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Slot #2
What will you have vagrants do for you?

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Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

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She originally sought only a spark of inspiration.
The moment she stepped inside, the small bell on Mahir's belt jingled. Without hesitation, she turned [player.name]'s Fortress upside down—finally uncovering an ancient bird figurine. By striking the runes on its feathers in the correct sequence, the magic flowed from its beak.

Legend has it that many deities once commanded their followers to gather Aether, and when collected in abundance, the Immaculate Purity would seek them out...

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Among the vagrants are doctors.
Their tools are makeshift, and it's hard to say whether they rely on sorcery or medicine—but the results are undeniably immediate.

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This place was always a refuge for the cursed.
What curse is more terrifying than being a homeless, hungry, and exposed vagrants? When a Healer is willing to endure it all, most curses prove far easier to lift than they first appear.

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There's Always Something That Can Be Done
Trade, hire assistants, gather intelligence... the vagrants are a treasure trove, always capable of revealing something interesting.

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Some Bear the Burden of Your Crimes
They may be dying, covered in sores; strange-smelling prostitutes; disoriented elders; or even a freshly departed corpse—each one leaving the High Constables utterly helpless.

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[player.name] Laid an Egg
After much debate, the vagrants staged a grand "Run of [player.name]" in the slums. A straw-stuffed effigy of Lord [player.name], taller than two men, went lumbering down the muddy streets, chasing after shrieking children and terrified livestock. Whoever was caught was dragged into its gaping, sheet-sewn mouth and devoured whole, only for torrents of blood to spray out afterward... well, probably animal blood.

At the climax, drums thundered and gongs resounded as alchemists showered the straw Lord [player.name] with bursts of glittering powder. And then—he laid an egg in the middle of the street! The crowd surged forward, beating at it with sticks.

Quick, smash it, or a little [player.name] will crawl out and steal your wife! Cheers erupted as the shell broke apart, spilling forth candy and coins.

The following day, eunuchs retold the spectacle in vivid detail. The Lapis Lazuli Hall rang with Sultan's laughter, and for once you seemed less threatening, less loathsome in his eyes. What a fine festival. From now on, it will be celebrated each year.

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Tonight, you sleep among countless others.
Mothers gathered around you, treating you as their lost son. Shaman and priests whose gods have long abandoned them stood vigil in the courtyard, commanding their forgotten deities to guard your rest.

Even those who have nothing—never blessed by any god—offered prayers tonight for [player.name]'s peace. Your suffering felt like a single drop falling into a vast ocean of pain, dissolved and carried away. This night was dreamless, and mercifully so.

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You have truly helped many.
Wherever Maggie walked today, she overheard tales of Lord [player.name]'s deeds—of shelter, food, safety, and, most importantly, dignity. She was not blind; she knew some of these stories had been carefully staged. But the truth remained undeniable, and for now, it was enough to soften her judgment, to let her forgive some of your past misdeeds...

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You ask the elder what the stars foretell.
Wizards, shamans, and priests of forsaken gods—they all spoke at once, their voices clashing as they interpreted the secrets of the stars, unraveling the mystery in your mind with their contradictory words...

Until, at last, a disheveled scholar overturned them all with a single scrap of paper, making you believe that everything can be calculated, and that it is purely objective.

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You ask the elder what the stars foretell.
Wizards, shamans, and priests of forsaken gods—they all spoke at once, their voices clashing as they interpreted the secrets of the stars, unraveling the mystery in your mind with their contradictory words...

Until, at last, a disheveled scholar overturned them all with a single scrap of paper, making you believe that everything can be calculated, and that it is purely objective.

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You ask the elder what the stars foretell.
Wizards, shamans, and priests of forsaken gods—they all spoke at once, their voices clashing as they interpreted the secrets of the stars, unraveling the mystery in your mind with their contradictory words...

Until, at last, a disheveled scholar overturned them all with a single scrap of paper, making you believe that everything can be calculated, and that it is purely objective.

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You ask the elder what the stars foretell.
Wizards, shamans, and priests of forsaken gods—they all spoke at once, their voices clashing as they interpreted the secrets of the stars, unraveling the mystery in your mind with their contradictory words...

Until, at last, a disheveled scholar overturned them all with a single scrap of paper, making you believe that everything can be calculated, and that it is purely objective.

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You found a few professionals.
They shared with you true knowledge—insights sharp enough to decide the rise or fall of great affairs. Had you not aided the vagrants so generously, such secrets might never have been passed to an outsider.

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Vagrants excel at gathering whispers.
No matter the task, they always return with answers.

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Vagrants excel at gathering whispers.
No matter the task, they always return with answers.

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Vagrants excel at gathering whispers.
No matter the task, they always return with answers.

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The wretched are fertile soil for Cultic God.
In their suffering, men cannot help but cry out to whatever presence they feel watching from beyond—whether for mercy, for ruin, or for curses. Those who sink deepest into misery welcome them all.

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Your suffering is a blessing.
So the Purists Church preaches to the poor, that pain will one day transmute into miracles, into the path of eternal salvation. Many scoff at such words—yet they never fail to draw the desperate to your sermons.

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Sultan has taken everything from you.
They knew this already, of course. Yet none dared to speak it, or even think it. Now you whisper the truth aloud... and suddenly they see the beast that has long been gnawing at their hearts.

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You will reclaim the nation that was stolen.
Many who once swore allegiance to the Highland Kingdom became vagrants, refusing to accept Sultan's papers of servitude. Now, they may sign instead upon the founding scrolls of a new realm.

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Every sorrow will be cleansed.
You promised them a world without pain, without tyranny, without chains of name or title. Countless broken souls were moved by the radiance of your words—and their yearning began to feed your strength.

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You will reclaim the nation that was stolen.
Many who once swore allegiance to the Highland Kingdom became vagrants, refusing to accept Sultan's papers of servitude. Now, they may sign instead upon the founding scrolls of a new realm.

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You painted a picture of an ideal society for the vagrants.
You spoke of changing fate, of freedom and equality—ideas that few among them could fully grasp. Some vagrants muttered that Lord [player.name] simply had too much time on his hands, others whispered of sorcery and hidden rites. Yet a few listened in silence, their eyes clouded with thought...

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A Vision of the New World
As you spoke, the clouds above twisted into shapes like children's drawings. "You will redraw this world," you declared, "as easily as you smear clay upon the ground." And in their despair, many vagrants joined your church—their wishes nourishing your power.

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The day is close at hand.
No need for words, no need for persuasion. They already understood the meaning of your march. And they will follow you—for vengeance, for hope, for a justice they have never seen.

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