Rites

The Anthill

Back when you were human, you never truly understood the city in its entirety, its layers, its hidden complexity... Now you have torn open this mortal nest, but the intricate paths and chambers within have lost all meaning to you.

ID: 5010077

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: Physique, Combat

Tag Tips Up: Fight Result, Combat, Physique

Tag Tips Text:

Random Text: None

Random Text Up:

Roll #1
The insects are starting to tear each other apart.
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The pool of dice determined by your insects' Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 1 Success to win.
Roll #2
The insects are starting to tear each other apart.
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The pool of dice determined by your insects' Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 1 Success to win.
Roll #3
The insects are starting to tear each other apart.
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The pool of dice determined by your insects' Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 1 Success to win.

Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
Soldier ants guarding the hive

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
Your cherished insects

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #4
Soldier ants guarding the hive

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #5
Your cherished insects

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #7
Soldier ants guarding the hive

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #8
Your cherished insects

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #10
Your mightiest toy

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #11
Consumable

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

This rite has no activation conditions.

Outcome

Prior

This rite has no prior outcome.

Regular

This rite has no regular outcome.

Extra

Revelry of Insects
In this filth-choked, tangled nest, you share your followers' eyes. They slaughter each other in darkness and chaos, bleeding, dying in the muck alongside enemies as foul and frenzied as themselves.

Someone lights the first fire. Soon, flames drag more insects into the fight, believer and non-believer alike. In the end, among blazing corpses, they shout your name. They have lost everything tonight. All that remains is faith in you.

Conditions:

Result:

Revelry of Insects
In this filth-choked, tangled nest, you share your followers' eyes. They slaughter each other in darkness and chaos, bleeding, dying in the muck alongside enemies as foul and frenzied as themselves.

Someone lights the first fire. Soon, flames drag more insects into the fight, believer and non-believer alike. In the end, among blazing corpses, they shout your name. They dance wildly among the corpses of foe and comrade alike. They have lost everything tonight. All that remains is faith in you.

Conditions:

Result:

Revelry of Brutality
In this filth-choked, tangled nest, you share your followers' eyes. They slaughter each other in darkness and chaos, bleeding, dying in the muck alongside enemies as foul and frenzied as themselves.

Someone lights the first fire. Soon, flames drag more insects into the fight, believer and non-believer alike. This magnificent vista of a city in flames, this solemn symphony woven from countless screams and cries, at last shapes the scattered fragments into a vision even a god can savor. Mortals, you have pleased your god with everything you are!

In this ecstasy, your divine power surges. All corpses, faithful and faithless, start to call your name in the flames, declaring your sovereignty over this pile of ruin.

Conditions:

Result:

Revelry of Brutality
In this filth-choked, tangled nest, you share your followers' eyes. They slaughter each other in darkness and chaos, bleeding, dying in the muck alongside enemies as foul and frenzied as themselves.

Someone lights the first fire. Soon, flames drag more insects into the fight, believer and non-believer alike. This magnificent vista of a city in flames, this solemn symphony woven from countless screams and cries, at last shapes the scattered fragments into a vision even a god can savor.

Yet a strange weariness rises within you. Casually, you turn your gaze elsewhere. Below, blackened corpses cry your name, all in vain.

Conditions:

Result:

Sense of Powerlessness
Have your insects dwindled? Or have you spared them out of a lingering sense of humanity? Nevertheless, you will settle everything with your divine might.

Conditions:

Silent Swarm
Your faithful clash with non-believers, but your attention drifts from the bloody field. You notice them now: the silent insects hidden in this nest. They lurk in countless cracks and burrows, lurking, watching... Their minds are grey, untouched by a single ripple.

Only now do you see how many there are: no faith, no loyalty, mere background and footnotes, alive only to fill the world with their flesh. You win. The grey swarm does not stir. They simply let your faithful pass through.

For the first time as a god, you feel disgust for the world, and the ache of failure.

Conditions:

Result:

Silent Swarm
Your faithful clash with non-believers, but your attention drifts from the bloody field. You notice them now: the silent insects hidden in this nest. They lurk in countless cracks and burrows, lurking, watching... Their minds are grey, untouched by a single ripple.

Only now do you see how many there are: no faith, no loyalty, mere background and footnotes, alive only to fill the world with their flesh. After the bitter victory, the bodies of your faithful merge into the gray swarm, without stirring a single ripple.

For the first time as a god, you feel disgust for the world, and the ache of failure.

Conditions:

Result:

Silent Swarm
Your faithful clash with non-believers, but your attention drifts from the bloody field. You notice them now: the silent insects hidden in this nest. They lurk in countless cracks and burrows, lurking, watching... Their minds are grey, untouched by a single ripple.

Only now do you see how many there are: no faith, no loyalty, mere background and footnotes, alive only to fill the world with their flesh. After the bitter victory, the bodies of your faithful merge into the gray swarm, without stirring a single ripple.

For the first time as a god, you feel disgust for the world, and the ache of failure.

Conditions:

Result:

Silent Swarm
Your faithful clash with non-believers, but your attention drifts from the bloody field. You notice them now: the silent insects hidden in this nest. They lurk in countless cracks and burrows, lurking, watching... Their minds are grey, untouched by a single ripple.

Only now do you see how many there are: no faith, no loyalty, mere background and footnotes, alive only to fill the world with their flesh. The battle ends. The bodies of your faithful merge into the gray swarm, without stirring a single ripple. As if mocking your defeat.

For the first time as a god, you feel disgust for the world, and the ache of failure.

Conditions:

Result:

Sense of Powerlessness
Have your insects dwindled? Or have you spared them out of a lingering sense of humanity? Nevertheless, you will settle everything with your divine might.

Conditions:

Chameleon Insect
In those nests, you can see certain insects of unusual size, commanders of many, yet they never join the war. They simply watch your swarm slaughter and be slaughtered. Then open their gates to the victor. You see it. You know it. Their souls shift color even faster than the banners over their mounds.

Still, you accept this cheap faith.

Conditions:

Result:

Chameleon Insect
In those nests, you can see certain insects of unusual size, commanders of many, yet they never join the war. They simply watch your swarm slaughter and be slaughtered. Then open their gates to the victor. You see it. You know it. Their souls shift color even faster than the banners over their mounds.

Still, you accept this cheap faith.

Conditions:

Result:

Chameleon Insect
In those nests, you can see certain insects of unusual size, commanders of many, yet they never join the war. They simply watch your swarm slaughter and be slaughtered, until your divine power crashes directly into their minds. You see it. You know it. Their souls shift color even faster than the banners over their mounds.

Still, you accept this cheap faith.

Conditions:

Result:

Chameleon Insect
In those nests, you can see certain insects of unusual size, commanders of many, yet they never join the war. They simply watch your swarm slaughter and be slaughtered. One moment, they wear the color of non-believers. The next, their souls gleam with loyalty. In the end, as your forces fade, so too does that fawning hue. But really, is this worth despairing over?

Conditions:

Result:

Sense of Powerlessness
Have your insects dwindled? Or have you spared them out of a lingering sense of humanity? Nevertheless, you will settle everything with your divine might.

Conditions:

Descent
When your faithful seize this nest, you finally draw close, close enough to savor this delicate trophy.

The sky over the capital darkens. They cannot see, but they feel it: something vast, blotting out sun and sky, pressing down upon the city. The earth trembles. No living thing dares remain outdoors. They cower behind walls, shaking. Sometimes, they sense a great eye at the window, peering into their very souls. That is your curious gaze. Sometimes, a person or a beast bursts into flame, or twists into a writhing monster. And that is your mischievous touch.

Conditions:

Action:

Fire Sacrifice
Your insects fail. They could not take this nest. No matter, you meant to pry it open anyway. This is just... a bit rougher.

Amid the capital's screams, heavenly fire splits the sky. Then comes the rain of flame, descending like restless ghosts. The strange blaze devours the Sultan's army, as if in vengeance. Then, as if at play, it suddenly plunges into some noble's mansion.

Witnessing this divine power, your faithful regather. Your army rises again. Following the flames' guidance, they begin to climb the palace mountain.

Conditions:

Action:

Iron Tide
Your insects fail. They could not take this nest. No matter, you meant to pry it open anyway. This is just... a bit rougher.

Amid the capital's terrified screams, all the fallen gather together, twisting into a surging tide of flesh, wrapped in blades and armor. Like a flood, you race through the streets in this makeshift body, tasting the shape of the city. Driven by the horrified screams and the roar, your surviving faithful press onward, toward the highest point, with you.

Conditions:

Action:

The Hand of God
Your insects fail. They could not take this nest. No matter, you meant to pry it open anyway. This is just... a bit rougher.

Amid the capital's screams, a giant hand descends from the sky, translucent and glowing, vast as a castle. With this manifestation of your will, you rummage through the city, tossing houses and armies aside.

At last, you glimpse the city's highest point, the palace still beyond your reach. But your hand points. As the giant hand points the way, your faithful surge forth once more, renewed, beginning their merciless advance.

Conditions:

Action:

References

Referenced in Effects

This rite is used in effects for the following entities.

Rites
The Mound