Rites

Nawfal's Poisoned Arrows

On the eve of war, what would someone who couldn't even kill a chicken say to you?

ID: 5010020

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 0 days

Waits For: 1 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: -1

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

Tag Tips Text: None

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Slots

Slot #1
Nawfal

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

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Pops: None

Slot #2
You

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

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Outcome

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Regular

Unfortunately, I've only made this one
Nawfal still facing you with a cold demeanor—he never forgot your insult, and the continuous conflicts over these days.

He handed you a box and warned you to hold your breath when opening it—inside was an iron-cast arrow, pitch-black, with densely etched lettering on the shaft—you could barely discern it with the naked eye.

"Every good person I know killed by the Sultan, I would carve their names on it." Nawfal showed no expression, as if recounting something shameful: "The arrowhead is poisoned, and the curse of these wronged souls—so many, it might penetrate any of the Sultan's holy magic." Clearly, for someone as upright as Nawfal, relying on dark magic to accomplish something so vital was quite shameful... and fortunately for you, you didn't drive him into making a second one.

After introducing it, Nawfal again suggested you let your best archer shoot this arrow, all nonsense, before turning away in frustration and disappearing into the darkness.

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I don't have the courage to use it
Nawfal personally hands this box to you, cautioning extreme care – preferably not to breathe when opening it.



Inside is an iron-cast arrow, pitch-black, with densely etched lettering on the shaft – you can barely discern it with the naked eye.



"'For every good person I know who was killed by the Sultan, I carved their name on it," Nawfal says flatly as if confessing a shame. "The arrowhead is poisoned, carrying a curse from all these wronged souls – powerful enough to pierce through the Sultan's protective magic." To an upright man like Nawfal, using dark magic feels shameful – yet he's more troubled by needing your help to wield it, even so close to the Sultan.



In the darkness, you can't make out his features or your fate. As you carefully close the box, hoping to discuss what comes next, you look up to find Nawfal already walking away.

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I don't have the courage to use it
Nawfal personally hands this box to you, cautioning extreme care – preferably not to breathe when opening it.



Inside is an iron-cast arrow, pitch-black, with densely etched lettering on the shaft – you can barely discern it with the naked eye.



"'For every good person I know who was killed by the Sultan, I carved their name on it," Nawfal says flatly as if confessing a shame. "The arrowhead is poisoned, carrying a curse from all these wronged souls – powerful enough to pierce through the Sultan's protective magic." To an upright man like Nawfal, using dark magic feels shameful – yet he's more troubled that after all these years of effort, he lost to you – both in his distance from the Sultan and in his courage to resist.



In the darkness, you can't make out his features or your fate. As you carefully close the box, hoping to discuss what comes next, you look up to find Nawfal already walking away.

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I don't have the courage to use it
Nawfal personally hands this box to you, cautioning extreme care – preferably not to breathe when opening it.



Inside is an iron-cast arrow, pitch-black, with densely etched lettering on the shaft – you can barely discern it with the naked eye.



"'For every good person I know who was killed by the Sultan, I carved their name on it," Nawfal says flatly as if confessing a shame. "The arrowhead is poisoned, carrying a curse from all these wronged souls – powerful enough to pierce through the Sultan's protective magic." To an upright man like Nawfal, using dark magic feels shameful – yet he's more troubled that after years of resisting the Sultan, he's lost to you again.



In the darkness, you can't make out his features or your fate. As you carefully close the box, hoping to discuss what comes next, you look up to find Nawfal already walking away.

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Extra

"And also," Nawfal paused, "go ahead. You'll have everyone's support." With that, he turns and walks away.

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