You steel yourself to ignore Arzuna's plight, and she, in turn, resolves not to count on you.Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Arzuna's Stealth and Physique determine her pool of dice.
Low Target: 3
Low Target Tips: She needs at least 3 Success to win.
Rites
The bribed eunuch has soon brought news: a few vile slave girls had spiked Arzuna's skincare cream, forcing her to stay veiled all day.
ID: 5008245
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: Normal Result, Stealth, Physique
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Random Text: None
Random Text Up:You steel yourself to ignore Arzuna's plight, and she, in turn, resolves not to count on you.
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Arzuna's Stealth and Physique determine her pool of dice.
Low Target: 3
Low Target Tips: She needs at least 3 Success to win.
This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
Arzuna
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
A potion is needed; she cannot face the Sultan with a face so swollen and red.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
This rite has no activation conditions.
There were no secrets in this gilded cage, and the news soon reached Ansuya. She summoned Arzuna to her chamber, spoke at length, and handed her a healing salve—cruel mischief was no stranger in the harem.
Before long, rumors spread that Arzuna had earned Ansuya's favor. This concubine always lived quietly, under the radar, yet recently she had inexplicably won the Sultan's attention. No one dared provoke Ansuya, and naturally, they stayed away from Arzuna as well—any schemes now required greater finesse and craft.
That evening, as Arzuna clutched the salve in stunned awe, Ansuya smiled faintly and said, "If you want to thank anyone, thank your brother. He's helped me plenty."
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As soon as you received the news, you wrote Samir a letter, asking him to look after your sister. By rights, a woman not yet titled shouldn't have access to the court physician—but Samir agreed. Soon, after a court session, you glimpsed your sister in the corridor. In that brief moment, she mouthed a silent "thank you", then hurried away. Samir later told you she was now Concubine Arzuna. She had moved out of her tiny corner in the harem and now lived along the stream that ran through the entire palace. Every night, the court physician and the eunuchs came to check on her needs.
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The next day, the Sultan summoned his newly acquired woman. Arzuna, veiled in sheer red silk, nestled at his feet. With a smile, she recounted the clumsy trick played on her. "So?" Intrigued, the Sultan lifted her chin and squinted, as if to see through the veil the scar left by poisonous herbs. Arzuna smiled sweetly, letting him brush the veil aside. Beneath it lay a face decorated with blood—yes, blood—fresh and warm from the hearts of the vile slave girls plotting against her. Scarlet flowers bloomed on her skin, vivid enough to captivate the Sultan.
By the night's end, she had truly become Concubine Arzuna.
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Arzuna's face was swollen and red, making it impossible for her to show herself. In desperation, she begged a eunuch to deliver a message to you, hoping for your help—unaware that you had long known everything.
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The rash on Arzuna's face flared worse, and another day drew her closer to serving the Sultan.
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Arzuna had real skill.
She discovered what the other slave girls had mixed into her skincare cream. Then, quietly, she smeared it onto the beds of the schemers—and all those who had turned a blind eye.
The result was a spectacle: every low-ranking slave girl in the palace was scratching their skin raw, faces red and swollen.
The Sultan, astonished, asked the eunuchs what had happened. Before they could answer, Arzuna crawled forward on her knees.
"It was me, Your Majesty," she said. "They tried to ruin me, so I ruined them first."
The Sultan liked that answer. He laughed and told Arzuna to lift her head, curious to see her face. Arzuna wouldn't, revealing the rash on her arm instead. Normally, such defiance might have angered the Sultan, but a furious slave girl nearby suddenly lunged at Arzuna, trying to strangle her. The two women rolled across the floor before the Sultan. When others tried to intervene, he waved them off, watching with fascination as Arzuna slammed her rival's head into the floor until the girl foamed at the mouth.
"Send the physician to tend her face," the Sultan said before leaving.
With that, Arzuna gained the right to the court physician's care. She had officially become Concubine Arzuna.
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Arzuna's face was ruined, and the Sultan would never waste his time on such a woman. She vanished without a trace, like a withered flower rotting in the mud.
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You filled a chest with remedies for everything—rashes, wounds, stomachaches, and colds—and sent it into the palace. Arzuna's face healed quickly; her restored beauty and alluring dances unsurprisingly won the Sultan's favor. Soon, she moved out of her tiny corner in the harem and lived along the stream that ran through the entire palace, with the court physician and eunuchs checking on her needs every night. Everyone addressed her as Concubine Arzuna. She never thanked you in person—it wouldn't do—but whenever you caught her distant figure in the corridor, she would give a quiet nod, her eyes soft and warm.
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The moment Arzuna got the perfume, she understood your intention. She sprayed herself liberally, then sought out the eunuch arranging the Sultan's intimacies. Ten paces away, his face changed dramatically—torn between rushing forward and recoiling from the overwhelming scent. She strained to hold back a smile, and with a delicate, innocent air, told him that a few slave girls had caused her trouble. With a few coins pressed into his palm, she whispered tearful entreaties, all the while certain he wouldn't dare bring a stinking woman to the Sultan's bed. Heads would roll for that!
The result? Arzuna missed her chance to serve the Sultan that day. But it didn't matter. As long as she remained in the harem, as long as she was cautious—or bold—she would have a second or third chance to appear before him, to captivate his eyes with her most radiant face and dances, even if only for an instant.
Soon, she moved out of her tiny corner in the harem and lived along the stream that ran through the entire palace, with the court physician and eunuchs checking on her needs every night. Everyone addressed her respectfully as Concubine Arzuna.
She never thanked you in person—it wouldn't do—but whenever you caught her distant figure in the corridor, she would give a quiet nod, her smile a secret shared between you.
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