Strange Bug
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
- Any
- Card = Nabhani
- Card = Honor Guard
Pops: None
Rites
Some bugs are calling out to you. They must share some past connection with you, or carry something of special symbolic weight, enough to catch your attention.
ID: 5010074
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: None
Tag Tips Up: None
Tag Tips Text:
Random Text: None
Random Text Up: None
This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
Strange Bug
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Sturdy Bug
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Hardy Bug
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Swift Bug
Locks: Yes
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.
They are too far away for you to make out their faces, but you can hear them. These little bugs are trying to tell you something.
"Well, well... [player.name]. You never cease to surprise." This bug dares speak your name. "I was thinking... now that you're up there, shining bright, you probably don't need my sword anymore, right? Perfect timing, actually. There's this old friend of mine, a real mess, and I figure he could use a little help. Only fair, isn't it? If a king loses his most loyal warrior, what's he supposed to fight a god with?"
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"I rarely break my word. But these are special circumstances. You see, the Sultan once promised me that we would fight side by side again, in some glorious battle. I thought he'd lost his chance at glory. But now... you've brought it back, [player.name]. Whatever happens next, I won't regret this. Thank you." The little bug bows, toward the void where it imagines you are.
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"Whatever you are, whatever you're becoming, you terrify me. Maybe choosing you was a mistake. Maybe all my choices were mistakes..." This little bug sighs, heavy with disappointment.
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"Every dog is afraid of you. You're not the [player.name] I knew. That day, three mares in the capital dropped stillborn foals, twisted, wrong. I can't ignore this. I think... I have to stand with humanity now. I'm sorry..." This little bug struggles to hold back the smaller ones, still barking at you, shielding them with its tiny body.
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You feel the taint, the traces, the marks that once clung to these bugs. At their own calling, all of it was covered over by a surge of powerful magic. How intriguing.
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After much hesitation, the little bugs produce a scroll. You can sense its sacred weight. It must come from their ruler, the one who decides the fate of this land. Though now, of course, that depends on you.
They begin to recite the long text... As a god, the details blur, fade. But you understand: this is a declaration of war. Mortal against divine. Against you. His blade is sharpened, ready for slaying a god.
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