Rites

War of the Flowers

The rumors about Arzuna spread like wildfire. Without a doubt, this newly favored consort finds herself caught in a fresh war, where birth and influence matter far more than beauty.

ID: 5008246

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, Combat

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Random Text: None

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Roll #1
This is Arzuna's battle.
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: Arzuna's Stealth and Combat determine her pool of dice.
Low Target: 3
Low Target Tips: She needs at least 3 Success to win.

Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
Concubine Arzuna

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
Any Gold intelligence.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
Any Gold intelligence.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #4
Any Gold intelligence.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #5
Or, any love poem?

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

Tips: You need to place 3 pieces of Gold intelligence or any love poem.

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Outcome

Prior

Because of Your Past Help
The stream that ran through the heart of the harem was flanked by lavish chambers, each with a bed exquisitely crafted. Every bed held a graceful beauty, waiting in desperate silence.

And then there was Arzuna, who had already received the Sultan's favor twice in her new chamber.

Why her?

Hadn't she just arrived?

Why not me?

Curse it...

If only she were dead!

Noblewomen who had once earned the Sultan's favor began to target Arzuna. They wouldn't let her share a single patch of shade with them. They mocked, humiliated, and spread rumors from their lips.

So when Sadani approached Arzuna, all those jealous, hostile, or indifferent women looked on with malicious delight. In this palace, what woman with any beauty hadn't felt the sting of Sadani's slap? How many vibrant corpses had been carried out by her eunuchs? She was the queen of competition, the mastermind behind the most ruthless tactics to ruin favored newcomers. And there she was, proud and haughty, stepping into the battlefield of flowers!

But to everyone's shock, Sadani did nothing. She simply sat with Arzuna, sipped her tea with an icy demeanor, nibbled on some pastries, and left without saying a word. The next day, Sadani ordered the eunuchs to toss all of Arzuna's plain pastries into the stream and, with a raised chin, demanded her own be brought. She then shared them with Arzuna. Soon, another bold concubine sent her treats, then another, then another. One by one, the women began to gather in that small patch of shade, as if nothing had ever happened.

Arzuna knew well: Sadani had cleared away all those biting daggers, which forced Arzuna to smile despite the pain. Later, Arzuna visited the feared concubine, offering gifts in thanks. With an unreadable face, Sadani only told Arzuna that the gratitude was meant for someone else. Who? She didn't say. Let this infuriatingly beautiful woman figure it out herself.

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Ah... What an Annoying Noise
The stream that ran through the heart of the harem was flanked by lavish chambers, each with a bed exquisitely crafted. Every bed held a graceful beauty, waiting in desperate silence.

And then there was Arzuna, who had already received the Sultan's favor twice in her new chamber.

Why her?

Hadn't she just arrived?

Why not me?

Curse it...

If only she were dead!

Noblewomen who had once earned the Sultan's favor began to target Arzuna. They wouldn't let her share a single patch of shade with them. They mocked, humiliated, and spread rumors from their lips. But Arzuna merely smiled, unfazed. She curtsied to the smug concubines and returned to her chamber. The women laughed, boasting as if victorious.

Go ahead, laugh, talk—by tomorrow, all this noise would vanish.

Soon, one by one, they fell to a mysterious sickness. Madness overtook them; they clawed at their skin, tore at their flesh, and howled until they could breathe no more. The most arrogant among them lasted longest, but the terror of death led her first into the river. She was rescued, but already insane.

What a pity. Arzuna sat in her small patch of shade, watching with a cold smile as the eunuchs dragged her rival away. No one shared her shade now—but neither did anyone dare to whisper another word. How sweet the silence.

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Regular

The stream that ran through the heart of the harem was flanked by lavish chambers, each with a bed exquisitely crafted. Every bed held a graceful beauty, waiting in desperate silence.

And then there was Arzuna, who had already received the Sultan's favor twice in her new chamber.

Why her?

Hadn't she just arrived?

Why not me?

Curse it...

If only she were dead!

Noblewomen who had once earned the Sultan's favor began to target Arzuna. They wouldn't let her share a single patch of shade with them. They mocked, humiliated, and spread rumors from their lips. Arzuna endured it all alone, silently, without a word.

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No one in the entire harem spoke to Arzuna. She spent the whole day locked in her chamber, sitting silently... like the dead shadow of the once lively woman.

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Bloodied Hands
Something disgraceful had happened in the palace...

One of the noble concubines who had led Arzuna's ostracism was dead. Her body floated in the harem stream, petals and leaves scattered across her face, lending the scene an eerie beauty.

The eunuchs discovered she had been strangled. Someone had waited for her by the stream at midnight—nobody knew why she was there at that hour—and looped a rope around her neck from behind. After a desperate struggle, her last breath escaped.

Her maids wailed for the harem official to investigate, certain that Arzuna was responsible—surely it was! Weren't her nimble hands covered in blood from ropes? Wasn't her face pale? Hadn't she stormed past the victim the night before, whispering threats?

However, Arzuna bit her lip and said nothing.

The Sultan, stirred by the news, came himself to the stream and gazed at the corpse.

"Let it be, then. Give her parents some money and one audience." He grinned, leaning close to the corpse's grayish face. "At least this is a little entertainment. They should be proud of their daughter's sacrifice."

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to speak a word. The Sultan stepped over the dead body and came to Arzuna, pinching her chin affectionately. His meaning was unmistakable—she was his favored woman now, and could do as she pleased.

Arzuna let her hands—the same hands that had killed—drop to her sides and knelt trembling in gratitude. Tears soaked the grass beside the corpse.

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As the rumors slowly died down, you never heard a word of Arzuna again, as if she had never existed.

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Extra

Master of Tricks
Heh, the games of the harem were nothing but child's play to you. And really, who in there even cared about Arzuna's status? No need for explanations at all. You simply let a few rumors slip: about the shocking, half-true family scandals of the few concubines leading Arzuna's ostracism. They scrambled for days, desperate to figure out whom they had offended, but all their investigations led nowhere—of course. Your manipulations were far cleaner than theirs, and you never gloated over such trivialities. In the end, these nobles paid for their loose tongues. Mountains of gold flowed into the Sultan's hands. In high spirits, he favored the most agreeable concubine, the gold transforming into the embroidery on her veil and rubies around her wrists. She performed a dazzling dance for the Sultan, and the favor she earned soared even higher.

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Touching Poem
You had Hassan craft a stirring poem and spin a tearful backstory for Arzuna. With your subtle push, the tale spread like wildfire, even reaching the harem. How could Arzuna not seize such a perfect opportunity? She composed herself, playing helpless, fragile, and tender as she poured her heart out to the Sultan...

That very night, she received a lavish pair of gem-encrusted bracelets.

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Events
银宫斗触发
Rites
War of the Flowers