Rites
You need to occupy the slums to block the harbor; you need to occupy the lower city, for half of the capital's grain and tools are stored here... You also need to occupy the upper city, or you won't be able to control access to the palace.
ID: 5010012
Type: End
Tips: None
Duration: 0 days
Waits For: 0 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: -1
Starts Automatically: Yes
Triggers Result Automatically: No
Tag Tips Up: Fight Result, Combat, Physique
Tag Tips Text:
Random Text: None
Random Text Up:The tornado summoned by the Amulet of Wind strikes the enemy forces
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The number of dice provided by your Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 5
Low Target Tips: You need at least 5 Successes.The tornado summoned by the Amulet of Wind strikes the enemy forces
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The number of dice provided by your Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 5
Low Target Tips: You need at least 5 Successes.The tornado summoned by the Amulet of Wind strikes the enemy forces
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The number of dice provided by your Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 5
Low Target Tips: You need at least 5 Successes.The combat has begun
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The number of dice provided by your Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 5
Low Target Tips: You need at least 5 Successes.The battle begins
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The number of dice provided by your Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 5
Low Target Tips: You need at least 5 Successes.The combat has begun
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The number of dice provided by your Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 5
Low Target Tips: You need at least 5 Successes.
This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
Sultan's Troops
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
Ally Attacking the Slum
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Troop Attacking the Slum
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Sultan's Troops
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
Ally Attacking the Lower City
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Troop Attacking the Lower City
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Sultan's Troops
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
Ally Attacking the Upper City
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Troop Attacking the Upper City
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Messenger
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Standard-bearer
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Consumable
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.
This rite has no regular outcome.
With the guidance of this group of former rogues, you navigate the slums with ease. They know every alley and every hidden passage like the back of their hands.
Your troops appear behind the guards, easily securing this battle. Out of friendship with Alim, you order these young fighters to halt their advance and honorably hold this position... to survive this war.
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[s1.name] first occupies the lighthouse and port, but they clearly underestimate your influence in the capital: the chaotic waterways around the port are the world of the poor, and at least half of the population stands ready to guide you... As your soldiers cross the gloomy canals shrouded by shacks, they easily flank the enemy's rear, setting up an inevitable ambush.
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[s1.name] first occupies the lighthouse and port, but they clearly underestimate your influence in the capital: the chaotic waterways around the port are the world of the poor, and at least half of the population stands ready to guide you... As your soldiers cross the gloomy canals shrouded by shacks, they easily flank the enemy's rear, setting up an inevitable ambush.
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You swear never to use such weapons in a city again, especially in the slums... The massive explosion destroys all defensive structures built by the enemy and even stirs up the sediment of sludge and garbage beneath the slums... The large crater keeps belching foul gas – as if burping... [s1.name]'s soldiers surrender thoroughly, willing to do anything as long as you do not throw them into that hell's asshole.
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Nabhani, with his blue ribbon, joins the ranks of farmers. By all accounts, he should stand out among them, yet in his wake, more people wearing blue ribbons join the group – craftsmen, merchants, young nobles, monks, scholars, washerwomen, prostitutes... They differ in dress, age, gender, and race, coming from every corner of the city. Indeed, if that thing is truly so beautiful and worth sacrificing everything to pursue, then it should belong to everyone.
And so, within these blue-adorned ranks, the varied skin tones and garments blend into a harmonious and striking sight destined to live on in countless paintings...
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The tornado leveled the entire port and half of the slum... There's no time for sorrow, at least we won't have to worry about the Sultan's fleet for a long, long time.
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A tornado's destructive power in a city is hundreds of times greater than in the wilderness. Everything is swallowed by chaos – garbage, houses, sewage, innocent people... The wind spirals completely out of control, rushing all the way to the sea... Many warriors vanish just like that.
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[s1.name] are the Sultan's pride, his elite troops, but they are not skilled at fighting in the narrow streets and canals of the slum – [s2.name] orders the troops to split up flexibly and engage the enemy at close quarters from all directions, quickly gaining the upper hand. Unfortunately, the relentless fighting also sets the slum ablaze. The fire spreads rapidly until it illuminates the sky and the palace high above... In the end, it is your army that makes it out alive. Can this really be called a victory?
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[s1.name] are the Sultan's pride, his elite troops, but they are not skilled at fighting in the narrow streets and canals of the slum – [s2.name] orders the troops to split up flexibly and engage the enemy at close quarters from all directions, quickly gaining the upper hand. Unfortunately, the relentless fighting also sets the slum ablaze. The fire spreads rapidly until it illuminates the sky and the palace high above... At last, [s10.name] sends someone to rescue [s2.name], but only [s2.gender] is saved...
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[s1.name] are the Sultan's pride, his elite troops, but they are not skilled at fighting in the narrow streets and canals of the slum – [s2.name] orders the troops to split up flexibly and engage the enemy at close quarters from all directions... Soon, the enemy forces are also split apart, hacking at your troops in the darkness...
The battle is merciless – for everyone, enemies could appear anywhere, until finally someone sets the flames alight... The fire spreads rapidly, until it illuminates the sky and the palace high above... Through discipline, or perhaps through ruthless efficiency with callous disregard for human life, the Sultan's army withdraws. Besides them, no one escapes alive.
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To spare the slum from the ravages of war, [s2.name] challenges the Commander of [s1.name] to a duel. Naturally, the opponent has no intention of honoring the agreement, but the narrow alleyways hinder their forces, allowing only a few to engage [s2.name] at a time.
In the end, both sides fall into the foul-smelling mud of the canals – these ancient gutters have drunk in centuries of the capital's refuse and sewage, as well as the blood of heroes and villains.
When [s2.name] rises from the dark sludge, holding the Commander's severed head, the remaining soldiers drop their weapons and surrender.
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To spare the slum from the ravages of war, [s2.name] challenges the Commander of [s1.name] to a duel. Naturally, the opponent has no intention of honoring the agreement, but the narrow alleyways hinder their forces, allowing only a few to engage [s2.name] at a time.
In the end, both sides fall into the foul-smelling mud of the canals – these ancient gutters have drunk in centuries of the capital's refuse and sewage, as well as the blood of heroes and villains.
In the end, no one can escape from the dark mud...
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Letting the Sultan blockade the harbor is a grave mistake. With sea routes open for support and supplies, you might not be able to capture the inner city even after a month, and the nobles will simply shift their allegiance with the changing winds.
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These former rogues easily evade the guards' sight, leading you through alleyways, windows, and rooftops, launching ambushes from all directions... In the end, the opponent think they are surrounded by more than ten times their number and surrender without fighting. Out of friendship with Alim, you order these young fighters to halt their advance and honorably hold this position... to survive this war.
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[s4.name] sets up an ambush. They plan to overwhelm you on the main road with a massive assault, like meat being stuffed into a sausage.
But their scheme unravels fast as locals thwart them at every step. The moment they charge into a street, a warning gong rings out from above. Stones, chamber pots, knives, hammers, and pots rain down as furious citizens bombard them, giving you the chance to wipe out their forces with ease.
As your troops march along the avenue, women toss homemade flatbreads from above, some skewering the soldiers' spears, some into the chariots – each cavalryman's saddle soon brims with more than one jug of wine, and the weapons – every soldier still fighting with farm tools receives a fine blade… some snatched from Sultan's army, others treasured heirlooms from the townsfolk.
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[s4.name] sets up an ambush. They plan to overwhelm you on the main road with a massive assault, like meat being stuffed into a sausage.
But their scheme unravels fast as locals thwart them at every step. The moment they charge into a street, a warning gong rings out from above. Stones, chamber pots, knives, hammers, and pots rain down as furious citizens bombard them, giving you the chance to wipe out their forces with ease.
As your troops march along the avenue, women toss homemade flatbreads from above, some skewering the soldiers' spears, some into the chariots – each cavalryman's saddle soon brims with more than one jug of wine, and the weapons – every soldier still fighting with farm tools receives a fine blade… some snatched from Sultan's army, others treasured heirlooms from the townsfolk.
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For a long time, you've provided the capital's residents with ample entertainment – just like the Sultan, they enjoy watching your struggles in the game. Rumors are exaggerated hundreds of times over. Even as your troops arrive at the city gates, some still think it's just another of your theatrical stunts...
A powerful explosion is the best response to these thoughts. Sweeping through broken walls and limbs, your troops barricade warehouses and streets, and the citizens finally believe: this time you are serious.
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Nabhani, with his blue ribbon, joins the ranks of farmers. By all accounts, he should stand out among them, yet in his wake, more people wearing blue ribbons join the group – craftsmen, merchants, young nobles, monks, scholars, washerwomen, prostitutes... They differ in dress, age, gender, and race, coming from every corner of the city. Indeed, if that thing is truly so beautiful and worth sacrificing everything to pursue, then it should belong to everyone.
And so, within these blue-adorned ranks, the varied skin tones and garments blend into a harmonious and striking sight destined to live on in countless paintings...
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The tornado sweeps away everything not anchored down – the Sultan's army and the neighbors' rooftops, all gone. Many foolish citizens already turn to new idols in prayer – or at least start by taking down the Sultan's portraits from their homes.
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You're not the only one who knows the secret of magic... When [s5.name] guides the storm to destroy the enemy troops' defenses, a flash of terrifying lightning suddenly descends and engulfs him. In such stormy weather, summoning lightning becomes much easier; perhaps this is the most successful casting ever by the war mages within the Sultan's troops.
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[s4.name] and [s5.name] lead their troops in fierce combat in the residential area. Surprisingly, the capital citizens prove to have rich war experience: most valuable houses and streets are barricaded with obstacles and roadblocks they built themselves... Is this the lesson they learned from the last war? Or has this ancient city relied on a self-preservation mechanism for centuries? At least this time, your troop is winning the slaughter – if you finally succeed, you may have the opportunity to explore all this.
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[s4.name] and [s5.name] lead their troops in fierce combat in the residential area. Surprisingly, the capital citizens prove to have rich war experience: most valuable houses and streets are barricaded with obstacles and roadblocks they built themselves... Is this the lesson they learned from the last war? Or has this ancient city relied on a self-preservation mechanism for centuries? Again and again, armies meet their doom here, and this time is no exception... Kind citizens help you find [s5.name] in the pile of bodies. [s5.gender] took a blow to the head, but is only unconscious and can still continue fighting – can still continue this performance of dynastic succession that everyone never tires of watching.
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[s4.name] and [s5.name] lead their troops in fierce combat in the residential area. Surprisingly, the capital citizens prove to have rich war experience: most valuable houses and streets are barricaded with obstacles and roadblocks they built themselves... Is this the lesson they learned from the last war? Or has this ancient city relied on a self-preservation mechanism for centuries? Your army is crushed... but the kind citizens help you find [s5.name]'s body from the pile of corpses – they rub their hands together, shedding crocodile tears, knowing this will earn them some reward money.
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[s5.name] publicly requests a one-on-one duel with the Commander of [s4.name]... Generally, no one accepts such a challenge when holding an advantage with superior forces, but the entire city populace gathers at their windows, shouting and cheering... Thus, the duel takes place in the square, complete with a roaring crowd, thunderous applause, and eager spectators, until [s5.name] pierces through the opponent's chest... [s11.name] quickly takes over the area, and the people welcome your banner as if greeting heroes, marking it a glorious battle, though [s5.name] requires bandaging and treatment, unable to continue fighting.
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[s5.name] publicly requests a one-on-one duel with the Commander of [s4.name]... Generally, no one accepts such a challenge when holding an advantage with superior forces, but the entire city populace gathers at their windows, shouting and cheering... Thus, the duel takes place in the square, complete with a roaring crowd, thunderous applause, and eager spectators, until the opponent's blade pierces through [s5.name]'s chest... Flying your banner, [s11.name] claims [s5.name]'s body from the battlefield. At the very least, it is an honorable end to a warrior's fight.
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The Sultan's troops controlled most parts of the city and organized a defense relying on sturdy buildings – if you act rashly, they can easily launch attacks from behind your back.
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These former rogues know the back doors of the noble fortress well – they even know where to leap from one balcony to another rooftop. As a result, all defenses prove useless against you. The enemy doesn't even grasp how they're ambushed before the fight ends. Out of friendship with Alim, you order these young fighters to halt their advance and honorably hold this position... to survive this war.
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The houses of the Nobles are their fortresses... And their doors are open to you.
While [s7.name] is still deploying defenses outside the Upper City, your banner is already flying inside the inner city, enjoying all the supplies and praise.
But deep down, you know that half of them are already quietly fleeing this city, and you can't stop them – regardless of who ultimately wins, the Nobles will always return.
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The houses of the Nobles are their fortresses... And their doors are open to you.
While [s7.name] is still deploying defenses outside the Upper City, your banner is already flying inside the inner city, enjoying all the supplies and praise.
But deep down, you know that half of them are already quietly fleeing this city, and you can't stop them – regardless of who ultimately wins, the Nobles will always return.
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You once worried you couldn't get recognition from all the Nobles, now that problem is solved – as long as you keep bluffing and tell them you have many more such things, everyone will smile at you.
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Nabhani, with his blue ribbon, joins the ranks of farmers. By all accounts, he should stand out among them, yet in his wake, more people wearing blue ribbons join the group – craftsmen, merchants, young nobles, monks, scholars, washerwomen, prostitutes... They differ in dress, age, gender, and race, coming from every corner of the city. Indeed, if that thing is truly so beautiful and worth sacrificing everything to pursue, then it should belong to everyone.
And so, within these blue-adorned ranks, the varied skin tones and garments blend into a harmonious and striking sight destined to live on in countless paintings...
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The Upper City is sturdy enough to withstand a tornado – but it's also a trap, troops sheltered by buildings lose their fighting spirit.
So you direct the storm, letting your troops occupy the strategic points of the Upper City as if they are part of a parade, while the cowering nobles continue to witness your final victory.
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As you guide the storm over the Upper City, a mysterious sorcerer –perhaps offered to the Sultan by a great noble, or one of the Sultan's own hidden powers – counterattacks against your magical astronomy. The tornado loses control, quickly charges out of the city, taking many of your own innocent soldiers with it.
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[s7.name] and [s8.name]'s troops are embroiled in a melee between the nobles' mansions. With astonishing valor, [s8.name] opens a path for your troops. The nobles watch uneasily from their closed doors as your men march forward. Soldiers trample the blood and flesh of enemies and allies, leaving chaotic red footprints on the white stone steps that lead to the Sultan. Tomorrow, servants will clean everything up to welcome the final victor.
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[s7.name] and [s8.name]'s troops are embroiled in a melee between the nobles' mansions. There are too many fortified strongholds here, grinding soldiers' flesh and blood like millstones, letting it flow into the streets.
In the end, it is [s10.name] who arrives first with reinforcements, opening a path to the Sultan's palace for you. Soldiers trample the blood and flesh of enemies and allies, leaving chaotic red footprints on the white stone steps that lead to the Sultan. Tomorrow, servants will clean everything up to welcome the final victor.
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[s7.name] and [s8.name]'s troops are embroiled in a melee between the nobles' mansions. There are too many fortified strongholds here, grinding soldiers' flesh and blood like millstones, letting it flow into the streets.
Finally, [s10.name] arrives first with reinforcements. Your troops are exhausted – and silence still reigns between the nobles' mansions, just like this country, awaiting more bloody raw materials.
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[s8.name] infiltrates the enemy lines alone, choosing a narrow yet defensible slope to intercept [s7.name]'s troops. [s8.gender] loudly challenges their courage – and so the enemies come one by one to duel [s8.gender] on the stone steps, only to be thrown off the cliff one after another.
Seizing this opportunity, [s11.name] plants your banner at the top of the highest tower nearby, a move that breaks the will to resist among most nobles and defenders.
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[s8.name] infiltrates the enemy lines alone, choosing a narrow yet defensible slope to intercept [s7.name]'s troops. [s8.gender] loudly challenges their courage – and so the enemies come one by one to duel [s8.gender] on the stone steps, only to be thrown off the cliff one after another.
But a treacherous javelin ends [s8.gender]'s fight... with just a little more army support, perhaps it could have been different...
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If you can't control the Upper City, even if you reach the Sultan, you'll be beset from all sides.
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