Rites
Found them. Those bugs who once knew you. Use their trust, their respect, even their love... to sustain your existence, to cultivate your roots in the world below.
ID: 5010072
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 1 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
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Random Text: None
Random Text Up: None
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All threads have snapped. You are strong, cunning, wise—fit to be a god. Yet you cannot find a single mortal who truly trusts, respects, or loves you... Now the power of the gods tugs at you, dragging you back to the heavens above...
Only the Bond of Fate can bind you to mortals.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
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Pops:
Tips: She refused.
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- Not Tag (Wife) = 1
This rite has no prior outcome.
This rite has no regular outcome.
[s1.name] once played your divine servant among mortals. Now you raise [s1.name] up, making [s1.gender(him,her)] the most honored, the most powerful of all the ants. This will be the greatest miracle in your myth.
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Iman was shaken. In the Purist's holy light, he saw your shadow! He nearly fled the meditation chamber on the spot.
You grabbed him, held him fast. You don't have enough Individuality left to craft another decoy, another lure. So you spoke of your need for him, your longing, and in that light, you took his hand. You washed away every scar the old gods left behind. Made him clean again, as if new.
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Badriyyah once showed you her tattoo: a barrier she made to keep the gods out. Now, to her astonishment, a god had used it to find her way in.
In holy light, you spoke the most sacred words, and uttered the most absurd demand she'd ever heard: from now on, she would lead the Purists. Before she could stop laughing, your blessings, your gifts, your power, they force-fed her like a goose. Badriyyah played mad for a day and a night. But everything she did only brought more blessings. Holier blessings. Blessings that made men kneel. Finally, she tired. She sat down by a latrine in the slums, the faithful packed tight around her, and began to speak your words.
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Nayla is the kind of woman who takes everything as a gift simply owed to her. Making her understand that an experience is sacred and transcendent is impossibly hard. She had no idea what it meant to be touched by a higher being. No concept of what a god's voice might want. She even broke the connection the first time, the one you'd built with almost all the humanity you had left!
That night, desperate, you reached deep into every feeling, every memory from when you were mortal. You shaped yourself as she would want, entered her dreams, and gave until she had nothing left to want. Finally. She got it.
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Clearly, his bloodline is blessed, open to the divine, attuned to gods. He isn't even the first of his kin to be chosen.
Qais savors the feeling: filled with grace, with power, every step radiating righteousness. His ancestor's notes spoke of this mystery. Now it surges through him, and his heart soars. Command me, my Lord! Hm. Don't worry, my little bug. What I need from you now... is not so different from what you did for me at court.
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Adila knows what it means to be a divine warrior. She's just not particularly interested. She'd rather trust her own steel than the holy light you try to pour into her blade.
So you showed her the enemies instead. The hordes cast out from this world. Fallen gods. Abominations from the abyss. For a chance to fight them, she offers you her sword again.
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Your power slips into Fatuna's mind. Page by page, you read her, examining her memories and her soul.
To your surprise, she'd imagined this before. Dreamed of what a god's touch might feel like. So you gave her what she wanted, letting it unfold just as she'd pictured. Let her step willingly into the fate of a god's voice. And you, seizing the moment, turned the pages. Carefully and slowly, you savored the shape of [player.name] she held in her mind.
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When your power fills Zaki's body, you can feel it all: his excitement, his joy. And his hesitation, his doubt. His own teacher is now a god. How many could even imagine such a thing?
It's fine. You don't need a powerful voice. You need what he carries inside him: the shape of you, as he remembers it. One of the few anchors you have left in the world below.
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Once, you helped her claim blood vengeance. Bound her to this world with human feeling, human debt.
How ironic, then, that you left first. Ascended. Became something higher. Lumera watches you. And in your light, she too begins to shine, faint at first, then bright as stars. "I will serve you, Master [player.name]." She kneels down respectfully. "In this world, and among the stars, the story of [player.name] will never die." This is exactly what you need. You promise her everything: rewards without number, honor among the constellations, a place in the firmament itself. But none of it is what Lumera cares about.
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Fardak seems calm. When your radiance touches him, his face betrays nothing. When he dons the priest's robes, richest of the rich, not a flicker of unease. From the heavens, you watch. He needs no floods of oracles, no pillars of fire. He quiets the panicked faithful himself. Gathers them. Makes them believe that this outsider can carry their faith, their civilization, to lands beyond. Is this what he thinks [player.name] expects of him? Is this what he learned from [player.name]? You gaze at this familiar little bug. And he seems to see you, there in the sky. You are still the [player.name] he carries inside him. And that is how you hold yourself together.
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You showed Aziz his fate. Every torment. Every lash. Every wound, all of it, for this day. For this glory.
His body blazes with light. The faithful press close, blind with devotion. They reach out, they touch, as if these are not scars left by a slavemaster's whip, but the holy stigmata of a saint who suffered for the world.
You are too far now. You can barely tell one bug from another. But these scars, these, you remember. Ah. Now you understand why the Immaculate Purity loves this so.
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You notice now. Inal was always a thread. Stronger than most. Strong enough to hold. You pull and lift her from among the mortals. And with her rise, you feel yourself drawn closer to the world. You can see again! The lives of those below. Everything you once lived. You drink it in, greedily. Remembering... You don't notice how many miracles you've already poured into her. How many bugs now kneel at her feet.
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You revealed the revelation to Faraj and his comrades: Lord [player.name] had become the incarnation of the Purist, and they would lead them all into a new age.
These tiny lives accepted your enlightenment almost instantly. They stormed the sanctuary, joined the monks who had received your oracle, and together they tore down the old formless altar. In its place, they raised a statue of [player.name]. You couldn't wait and clung to it, becoming what they saw when they looked upon you.
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Mahir... It was through her hands that you became a god. Surely, then, she should be your voice. But when you reached for her, when you tried to connect, you found no god inside her. Scarcely even a shape of [player.name].
Only thoughts. Endless ideas. No room for a god to dwell. In that reaching, you lost more of yourself. You don't even know how much. That grief became tears. Blood and tears, falling on Mahir's head. She knelt at once, trembling with excitement. Clung to you. Clung to the Aether you poured down.
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You summoned your dresser. Now she must prepare for the true descent. Malkina's excitement knew no bounds. In the dream, she adjusted the size of your halo seventy times. The angle of your face. The fold of your golden collar... Fortunately, a god can think a million things at once. Otherwise, you'd have abandoned the whole affair long ago, just to escape the fussing.
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In the dream, you wore everything Jenna had made, piece by piece. And to each, you gave a sliver of divine power. This pleased her more than any blessing you could have given her directly. She knelt before you, again and again, her heart utterly yours. Now. Command her. Make her your jewel upon the earth.
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At last, you've stabilized your form. But it's not enough. You need more thoughts, more wishes, more imaginings, more prayers to shape yourself. To hold yourself together. To make them remember you are the one and only [player.name], not some faceless god.
You need thousands of believers, and you need the kings of bugs to bow. They will bow. This proclamation. This investiture. It burned itself into the heart of [s1.name]. And it echoed in the ears of countless faithful, and faithless, alike.
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Through the beacon your enemy left behind, you found Iman. This particular little bug. You entered him. Filled him until he overflowed. His suffering reminded you of things you had forgotten. In that joy, you did not dissolve into the ink. Instead, you filled the shape of you that lived inside him.
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Badriyyah once showed you her tattoo: a barrier she made to keep the gods out. Now, you followed that mark back to her. This particular little bug. The rhythm of her mind delighted you.
In terror, Badriyyah watched as the most private part of her, the part she thought was only hers, began to grow, to bloom, to devour every other mark on her skin. You erased them all. Every little god, every weak god, every false god who had ever dealt with her. You rewrote her past. And as you wove her faith, you searched her memories for glimpses of yourself.
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Nayla is the kind of woman who takes everything as a gift simply owed to her. Making her understand that an experience is sacred and transcendent is impossibly hard. She had no idea what it meant to be touched by a higher being. No concept of what a god's voice might want. She even broke the connection the first time, the one you'd built with almost all the humanity you had left!
Desperate, you had to dig and plumb the deepest chambers of her wanting. Just to hold yourself together. So in her dream, you became what she desired: a thing of mountainous majesty. To find that sliver of humanity called [player.name], buried deep within that vast being, it took you the labor of creating a continent just to push that much of yourself inside her.
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Clearly, his bloodline is blessed, open to the divine, attuned to gods. He isn't even the first of his kin to be chosen.
Qais savors the feeling: filled with grace, with power, every step radiating righteousness. His ancestor's notes spoke of this mystery. Now it surges through him, and his heart soars. Command me, my Lord! Hm. Don't worry, my little bug. What I need from you now... is not so different from what you did for me at court.
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Adila's instinct was to refuse your temptation. This wasn't the you she knew. The you who won against the mighty. The you who challenged tyrants. The you who burned with confidence, with ideals. Not this lost, dark god.
So you became the monsters instead. Hordes of them. In her dreams, you fought her. Through her screams, her blade, her tears, you drank in everything she missed about you. Until she was the only beast left in that dream — the God of Darkness's beast.
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Your power slips into Fatuna's mind. Page by page, you read her, examining her memories and her soul.
To your surprise, she'd imagined this before. Dreamed of what a god's touch might feel like. So you gave her what she wanted, letting it unfold just as she'd pictured. Let her step willingly into the fate of a god's voice. And you, seizing the moment, turned the pages. Carefully and slowly, you savored the shape of [player.name] she held in her mind.
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When your power fills Zaki's body, you can feel it all: his excitement, his joy. And his hesitation, his doubt. His own teacher is now a god. How many could even imagine such a thing?
It's fine. You don't need a powerful voice. You need what he carries inside him: the shape of you, as he remembers it. One of the few anchors you have left in the world below.
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How the Creator once envied the stars! For they alone remember the world as it truly was, the real timeline, untouched by divine meddling. Now your ink, your darkness, flows through the thread of your mortal bond with Lumera, and seeps into the stories etched in starlight.
You read greedily, learning, rewriting, searching for the shape you once were, reaching for something better.
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Fardak seems calm. His face betrays nothing as your darkness steeps into him. When he dons the priest's robes, richest of the rich, not a flicker of unease. From the heavens, you watch. He needs no floods of oracles, no uncanny aid. He quiets the panicked faithful himself. Gathers them. And takes their pain, their despair, and turns it into something fierce. Something holy. Is this what he thinks [player.name] expects of him? Is this what he learned from [player.name]? You gaze at this familiar little bug. And he seems to see you, there in the sky. You are still the [player.name] he carries inside him. And that is how you hold yourself together.
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In the dream, your hand pressed down upon his head. You carved the dark mark into his flesh. The ink covered every scar his slavemasters left behind. And it rewrote his past, guided him to a different branch of fate. One where he was never broken. Never owned. Never tortured.
In this fabricated reality, he became your strongest chosen. And those true memories he forgot became yours to keep.
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You notice now. Inal was always a thread. Stronger than most. Strong enough to hold. You pull and lift her from among the mortals. And with her rise, you feel yourself drawn closer to the world. You can see again! The lives of those below. Everything you once lived. You drink it in, greedily. Remembering... You don't notice how many miracles you've already poured into her. How many bugs now kneel at her feet.
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You revealed the revelation to Faraj and his comrades: Lord [player.name] had become the incarnation of the Creator, and they would lead them all into a new age.
These tiny lives accepted your enlightenment almost instantly. They stormed into the slums, joining with the Cultists already touched by your call. They burnt the buildings, shattered the altars, slaughtering the innocent. And with blood, with earth, they raised a statue of [player.name]. You couldn't wait and clung to it, becoming what they saw when they looked upon you.
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Mahir... It was through her hands that you became a god. Surely, then, she should be your voice. But when you reached for her, when you tried to connect, you found no god inside her. Scarcely even a shape of [player.name].
Only thoughts. Endless ideas. No room for a god to dwell. In that reaching, you lost more of yourself. You don't even know how much. That grief became tears. Blood and tears, falling on Mahir's head. She knelt at once, trembling with excitement. Clung to you. Clung to the Aether you poured down.
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You summoned your dresser. Now she must prepare for the true descent. Malkina's excitement knew no bounds. In the dream, she adjusted the size of your crown seventy times. The patterns on your face. The colors of your leather robes... Fortunately, a god can think a million things at once. Otherwise, you'd have abandoned the whole affair long ago, just to escape the fussing.
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In the dream, you wore everything Jenna had made, piece by piece. And to each, you gave a sliver of magic. This pleased her more than any blessing you could have given her directly. She knelt before you, again and again, her heart utterly yours. Now. Command her. Make her your jewel upon the earth.
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You long to rewrite this world. But you're also afraid.
If every soul who remembers you is remade, will anything of [player.name] remain? Where will you go then, to scavenge, to steal, to drink up the last drops of who you were? So you choose, as you once did when you were mortal, the slower path. The stranger path. The path no one expects: you will claim their dreams. Every sleeper, every dreamer. And there, you will shape a world that belongs to the Creator. That belongs to [player.name].
This is a tax, forced and collected from all who owe the world their existence. You brand it into the heart of [s1.name]. And it echoes in the dreams of countless faithful, and faithless, alike.
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You stepped into Iman's meditation. And there, in the haze of his thoughts, you replaced the Purist. You simply appeared.
It took him only an instant to understand, to offer you everything. In that vision, you held each other again. Shaped each other, in the oldest way.
Iman's hand traced the void. With his mind, his memory, his longing, he polished your face. And as you touched him, his scars faded. One by one. From that day, your priest would bear the marks of a god's kiss, not a slavemaster's whip.
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Badriyyah once showed you her tattoo: a barrier she made to keep the gods out. Now, among the faceless swarms, you find that flower again. It becomes your beacon, your form.
In her dream, Badriyyah saw you. You reached down, plucked the Liberation Bloom from her shoulder, and made it grow, thrive, and bloom, scattering on the wind.
She who once wept for the Cultic God woke with a start. No time to wipe the tears from her cheeks. She ran to her door. And there they were: countless followers — those awakened, saved, and promised hope and freedom in their dreams — had gathered on their knees before the seer's gate. And on their cheeks, their brows, their hearts, the flower of hope was blooming.
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In the dream, you summoned Nayla. You teased her, touched her, and deceived her, just as the mortal named [player.name] once did.
But she is the kind of woman who takes everything as a gift simply owed to her. Making her understand that an experience is sacred, transcendent is impossibly hard. So you did what was simplest, most direct. You bound her, blessed her. And in her dream, you gave her a child.
Perhaps this phantom will never truly be born. But in the making, her wanting, worship, obedience, vanity, and delusion — and in the end, her hatred and curse — all of it will shape [player.name]. All of it will become a lever for your power in the world below.
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Clearly, his bloodline is blessed, open to the divine, attuned to gods. He isn't even the first of his kin to be chosen.
Qais savors the feeling: filled with grace, with power, every step radiating righteousness. His ancestor's notes spoke of this mystery. Now it surges through him, and his heart soars. Command me, my Lord! Hm. Don't worry, my little bug. What I need from you now... is not so different from what you did for me at court.
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Adila knows what it means to be a divine warrior. She's just not particularly interested. She'd rather trust her own steel than the divine power you try to pour into her blade.
So you showed her the enemies instead. The hordes cast out from this world. Fallen gods. Abominations from the abyss. For a chance to fight them, she offers you her sword again.
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Result:
Your power slips into Fatuna's mind. Page by page, you read her, examining her memories and her soul.
To your surprise, she'd imagined this before. Dreamed of what a god's touch might feel like. So you gave her what she wanted, letting it unfold just as she'd pictured. Let her step willingly into the fate of a god's voice. And you, seizing the moment, turned the pages. Carefully and slowly, you savored the shape of [player.name] she held in her mind.
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When your power fills Zaki's body, you can feel it all: his excitement, his joy. And his hesitation, his doubt. His own teacher is now a god. How many could even imagine such a thing?
It's fine. You don't need a powerful voice. You need what he carries inside him: the shape of you, as he remembers it. One of the few anchors you have left in the world below.
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Once, you helped her claim blood vengeance. Bound her to this world with human feeling, human debt.
How ironic, then, that you left first. Ascended. Became something higher. Lumera watches you. And in your light, she too begins to shine, faint at first, then bright as stars. "I will serve you, Master [player.name]." She kneels down respectfully. "In this world, and among the stars, the story of [player.name] will never die." This is exactly what you need. You promise her everything: rewards without number, honor among the constellations, a place in the firmament itself. But none of it is what Lumera cares about.
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Fardak seems calm. When your enlightenment reaches him, his face betrays nothing. He studies the radiance you send down, unhurried, unflinching. From the heavens, you watch. He needs no floods of oracles, no workings of power. He gathers the lost himself, and explains to them the ideology you never even revealed. Is this what he thinks [player.name] expects of him? Is this what he learned from [player.name]? You gaze at this familiar little bug. And he seems to see you, there in the sky. You are still the [player.name] he carries inside him. And that is how you hold yourself together.
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Aziz accepted the truth of your divinity with calm. For him, serving you had not truly changed. A slave tending herds, or a religious leader shepherding the faithful. To him, there was no difference. This obedience was the cage that bound his mind. But it was also the vessel that held you. That helped you remember who you were.
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You notice now. Inal was always a thread. Stronger than most. Strong enough to hold. You pull and lift her from among the mortals. And with her rise, you feel yourself drawn closer to the world. You can see again! The lives of those below. Everything you once lived. You drink it in, greedily. Remembering... You don't notice how many miracles you've already poured into her. How many bugs now kneel at her feet.
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You revealed the revelation to Faraj and his comrades: Lord [player.name] had become a new god, and they would lead them all into a new age.
These tiny lives accepted your enlightenment almost instantly. They stormed the sanctuary, joined the monks who had received your oracle, and together they tore down the old formless altar. In its place, they raised a statue of [player.name]. You couldn't wait and clung to it, becoming what they saw when they looked upon you.
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Mahir... It was through her hands that you became a god. Surely, then, she should be your voice. But when you reached for her, when you tried to connect, you found no god inside her. Scarcely even a shape of [player.name].
Only thoughts. Endless ideas. No room for a god to dwell. In that reaching, you lost more of yourself. You don't even know how much. That grief became tears. Blood and tears, falling on Mahir's head. She knelt at once, trembling with excitement. Clung to you. Clung to the Aether you poured down.
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You summoned your dresser. Now she must prepare for the true descent. Malkina's excitement knew no bounds. In the dream, she adjusted the size of your halo seventy times. The materials of your scabbard and boots... Fortunately, a god can think a million things at once. Otherwise, you'd have abandoned the whole affair long ago, just to escape the fussing.
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In the dream, you wore everything Jenna had made, piece by piece. And to each, you gave a sliver of legendary power. This pleased her more than any blessing you could have given her directly. She knelt before you, again and again, her heart utterly yours. Now. Command her. Make her your jewel upon the earth.
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You are the god who walked through cycles. The god who slew gods. The god who rose from mortal flesh. You are [player.name], and you will return to begin your age.
To your most faithful, the divine attendants, you give the wisdom of cycles. They will follow you, return with you, again and again. So that the age of [player.name] never ends.
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