Rites
At the end of the banquet, to everyone's surprise—even yours—Arzuna steps onto the stage with a smile, promising one last dance for all of you.
ID: 5008228
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 1 days
Waits For: 1 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0
Starts Automatically: Yes
Triggers Result Automatically: No
Tag Tips: None
Tag Tips Up: Fight Result, Physique, Combat
Tag Tips Text: None
Random Text: None
Random Text Up:Yet, your eyes catch it: brighter than her eyes, a dagger thrust in your direction!
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The pool of dice determined by your Physique and Combat is affected by Arzuna's corresponding attributes.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 1 Success to win.
This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
Arzuna
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
Arzuna's resolve.
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
You are the host of this banquet.
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Consumables useful
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.
The bells on her wrists rang clear, perfectly in tune with the music. Every curve, every glance, and every gesture gleamed like a lethal jewel. People stared, almost hypnotized, at Arzuna's sinuous form, imagining the woman you had just unveiled and claimed. How many kisses and bites hid beneath her silks and makeup? How wild had it been last night? Had she been this passionate, supple, and yielding? And those eyes—oh—under the lights, behind the curtains, how they gleamed straight at you!
Too bold, wasn't it? She was a dancer, not a fighter; a woman, not a man. She couldn't beat you—not yesterday, not today. You smiled as you snapped her dagger and pinned her to the wrecked table, the crowd roaring for another conquest. But then, without warning, she slit her own throat on a shard of broken porcelain. The blood gushed, then cooled; the hatred in her bright eyes froze, crystallizing into a trivial eternity.
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Result:
Too late! The dagger plunged into your throat—then your palms, chin, eye sockets, chest... Her full, scorching hatred struck like a sudden storm, and in the last flicker of life, you saw only her icy eyes. Scarlet splashes across her face made her look twisted, mad, terrifying—but she was smiling softly.
"You're no different from your father, my dear brother." She leveled the dagger at your eye. "If Mom had done to him what I'm doing to you... none of this would have happened."
This was the last scene you saw. The last words you heard.
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Action:
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