Rites

The Collapsed Tower

This marks humanity's closest encounter with the divine... The battle unfolds not in reality, but in the realm of legends. The ensuing events remain shrouded from history, preserved solely in your memory, serving as the building blocks for you to craft your own unique saga.

ID: 5010080

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

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Roll #1
The combat has begun
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The pool of dice determined by your apostles' 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
The insect king who ascends the tower's peak, disdaining the gods

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
Insect warriors

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
Insect warriors

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #5
Insect warriors

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #6
Your emissary

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #7
Your mightiest toy

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #8
Your incarnation in the mortal world

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Type = Character
  • Tag (Saint) = 1

Pops: None

Slot #9
The beast that you have blessed

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

  • Any
    • Type = Character
    • Type = Item
  • Tag (lock_218) = 1

Pops: None

Slot #10
Your manifestation within this realm

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

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

Ecstasy in Purgatory
Transformed into thunder and lightning, you erupt at Descending with your apostles, you pass final judgment upon these faithless insects. Flames gather into a spherical prison. Within the swirling inferno, every sin committed by the Sultan and its corresponding purgatorial penance flicker past like a kaleidoscope...

In response, the Sultan erupts into maniacal laughter: All your actions, all that you are yet to do, only serve to bring him pleasure and ecstasy!

Thus, this beast named "human" bellows, charging headlong into the infernal prison you have crafted for him.

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The End of Dreams
As you silently descend like the veil of night, your mightiest apostles emerge from the shadows, one after another... You offer a final chance to your foes to surrender—to depart from this world, dissolving into endless dreams alongside you.

In response, the Sultan erupts into maniacal laughter: Fighting you, [player.name], is exactly his most fervent desire!

Thus, within the dark reverie you weave, a beast named "human" truly awakens.

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Let My Epoch Witness My Fall
You unlock a portal, summoning your mightiest apostles... This gateway also serves as the threshold to a new epoch. To the remaining defiant rebels, you present an invitation, assuring them a place in your emerging epoch.

In response, the Sultan erupts into maniacal laughter: As long as the king of the old era remains unbeheaded, even a deity like you, [player.name], lacks the authority to herald the arrival of a new dawn!

Thus, this liminal space between a new era and the old, a beast named "human" bears his teeth for a final contest.

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The End of Valor
There was never any other outcome from the beginning. Facing your divine might, the defiant mortals embark on their final struggle before fading into lifeless bodies adrift in the void. Their valor was admirable, their skills worthy of admiration, but all will wane as the tower collapses.

The Sultan's body now rests shattered, a vessel incapable of containing his life, his desires, or his domination over the mortal realm. All of this now falls under your sway. Nourished by your conquest, your dominion over the mortal realm strengthens, solidifying your essence as [player.name]...

With all accomplished, the time has come to return to the realm of the divine to reign over this land! However, before that, you need to use the remnants of your humanity to cast this great emperor down to the mortal world...

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The End of Valor
There was never any other outcome from the beginning. Facing your divine might, the defiant mortals embark on their final struggle, showcasing their valiant resistance before fading into lifeless bodies adrift in the void. Their valor was admirable, their skills worthy of admiration, but all will wane as the tower collapses.

The Sultan's body now rests shattered, a vessel incapable of containing his life, his desires, or his domination over the mortal realm. All of this now falls under your sway. Nourished by your conquest, your dominion over the mortal realm strengthens, solidifying your essence as [player.name]...

With all accomplished, the time has come to return to the realm of the divine to reign over this land! However, before that, is there anything you wish to share with your king, [player.name]?

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Deemed Unworthy
The deity named [player.name], enveloping the Sultan in His limitless divine power, comes to the realization that He has no more words for the tyrant. Deeming the Sultan unworthy, He returns to His divinity to cast the shattered remains of the Sultan back to the mortal world...

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Unbearable Weight of Forgiveness
[player.name] whispers into the dying Sultan's ear, speaking of fundamental truths about the corrupting nature of power, the flaws within the empire's structure... and expressing a sense of regret for all that has happened, even showing a flicker of pity for the Sultan. After all, emperors are mere vessels for humanity's sins!

This act of mercy stirs the Sultan's wrath. In his final moments, he attempts to curse you as his life ebbs away. His fury remains frozen on his face as you cast his lifeless body back to the mortal world.

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The Final Torments
Clutching the Sultan's shattered face, [player.name] venomous words into his ear. "Taste the suffering you once inflicted upon me! Endure what you forced me to witness!"

Despite the torment inflicted by the venomous tendrils and thorns, all the Sultan feels is a fractured soul steeped in emptiness, Amid wounds scarred by innumerable agonies, what fresh torment could you impose? Out of disappointment, surprise, or perhaps mercy, you violently retract the tendrils, casting his corpse—almost as a mockery of your own fate—down to the mortal world...

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Mercy Rejected
Whether out of sarcasm or genuine benevolence, [player.name] offers the Sultan a sip of the purest, sweetest nectar—a treasure long forsaken and forgotten by the tyrant in the mortal realm. As this elixir trickles down his throat, his soul would begin to heal, recalling those blissful moments and finding eternal solace beneath the tree's shade.

However, the Sultan rejects your mercy, spitting back the nectar along with his blood and life at your face. With a derisive laugh, falling into the mortal realm as a soulless husk.

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The Vessel of a New Demon
[player.name] instills the essence of darkness into the tyrant's soul before casting his hollow vessel down to the mortal world. In time, a new demon is destined to rise... Even though you have obliterated his empire from history, his terror and sins will endure in myths and legends...

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A Failed Purification
[player.name] strives to eradicate all traces of this tyrant, driven by desires for vengeance and precaution.

Alas, as the purifying flames ignite, the Sultan erupts into maniacal laughter, propelling himself into the mortal realm with his final breath... His lifeless body and his malevolent lore will linger as a blemish upon the world for generations to come.

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Obliterated Bloodline
Proficient in the ways of power in the mortal realm, [player.name] effortlessly traces the Sultan's lineage, exterminating his bloodline, ensuring that his scions will never ascend to rule. With a burst of laughter, the Sultan accepts his fate, falling to the mortal realm without regret—letting his own remains mark the end of his dynasty.

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Judgment of the Stars
[player.name] offers the Sultan's soul to the stars, convinced that the tyrant, who once massacred numerous followers of the Star-Souled, will endure eternal torments!

Unexpectedly, the stars accept the Sultan, compelling him to witness perpetually your domination over the world, the dawn of a new era under [player.name]... "Those stupid stars," you ponder, casting the Sultan's hollow husk back to the mortal realm...

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A Parting Gift to the World
Harnessing the purest ideals crystallized within humanity, [player.name] wields the authority once held by the late Sultan to shake the very foundation of authority itself.

Henceforth, the blind obedience, the overwhelming fear—those ingrained curses of humanity are permanently weakened, if only slightly. Perhaps the words of the sage may enlighten a few more among the myriad lost souls, and a handful more may dare to rise against injustice...

Upon witnessing this seemingly futile endeavor, the Sultan erupts into laughter as his life ebbs away. Even as his lifeless form falls back to the mortal realm, a hint of smile remains frozen on his face.

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The Last King of Warriors
In an anticipated one-sided battle, the Sultan, against all odds, repeatedly prevails over your warriors and beasts, his guards sacrificing themselves to shield him from your devastating spells... until only ashes and flesh fragments lie beside him.

"What? Running out of your tricks, [player.name]?" He jeers, calling out to you. Although he is keenly aware of his inevitable end, he remains determined to show you that no mortal means can subdue him!

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Divine Might
Eventually, the emotion called "fury" floods back to you, as if you were once more a humble courtier facing a tyrant... With power beyond reality, you obliterate this vermin and shatter his throne. This arbitrary and brutal act marks the initial sin you have committed as a deity...

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Revelation from the Past
Naturally, you are prepared for the Sultan's might. The weapon in your grasp—or perhaps termed a spell—is crafted from your most treasured humanity, a shard of your thoughts and memories before your ascension to divinity. It possesses such immense power that it is unstoppable, for the Creator [player.name] has sacrificed a part of Himself to wield it.

You utter a word of immense power to the Sultan, a concept that could be roughly translated as "memories" in the Creator's language.

This sacred utterance causes the Sultan to stagger backwards, each step revealing a younger version of himself, regressing all the way back to his infancy, a mere bundle of flesh and blood. Along this journey through his past selves, even the most, even the most ruthless tyrant could revisit every detail of his life, his missteps, and his every regret... and even perhaps rediscover his long-forgotten happiness, from the last vestige of his lingering humanity.

Eventually, as foreseen, a youth in this chain chooses to end his own life with a sword, putting an end to the anguish of all his selves. The Sultan's empire, court, and throne—all crumble, leaving behind only a faint memory in the hearts of those who once knelt before him...

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The Union of Kindred Souls
Naturally, you are prepared for the Sultan's might. The weapon in your grasp—or perhaps termed a spell—is crafted from your most treasured humanity, a shard of your thoughts and memories before your ascension to divinity. It possesses such immense power that it is unstoppable, for the Creator [player.name] has sacrificed a part of Himself to wield it.

You utter a word of immense power to the Sultan, a concept that could be roughly translated as "union" in the Creator's language. The shadows within your deepest recesses—the shared origins, the tormenting tendrils that intertwine—erupt, entwine, rend, and meld... The source of your madness has transformed into your strength, an integral part of you... Such is the fate you both embrace!

As you consume all that belongs to him, his palace, throne, and dominion in the mortal realm crumble, unveiling your unmatched authority.

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The Peak of Bliss
Naturally, you are prepared for the Sultan's might. The weapon in your grasp—or perhaps termed a spell—is crafted from your most treasured humanity, a shard of your thoughts and memories before your ascension to divinity. It possesses such immense power that it is unstoppable, for the Creator [player.name] has sacrificed a part of Himself to wield it.

You utter a word of immense power to the Sultan, a concept that could be roughly translated as "stasis" in the Creator's language. Slowly, his movements come to a halt. Under your blessing, his soul lingers in the happiest memories of his life. This joy is set to overflow, transforming his body into a radiant gem—an artifact to illuminate the world...

However, as the spell nears its end, what emerges from the Sultan's being is not a gentle glow but searing flames, for he has chosen a moment of unending agony, torment, and violence as his peak of bliss. With a resigned sigh, you hurl his burning ember back to the mortal realm, where it will bear witness to your triumph amidst the throne's ruins.

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Deepest Desires
Naturally, you are prepared for the Sultan's might. The weapon in your grasp—or perhaps termed a spell—is crafted from your most treasured humanity, a shard of your thoughts and memories before your ascension to divinity. It possesses such immense power that it is unstoppable, for the Creator [player.name] has sacrificed a part of Himself to wield it.

You utter a word of immense power to the Sultan, a concept that could be roughly translated as "desire" in the Creator's language. You bestow a blessing upon this tyrant, enabling every thought, every flicker of desire within him to materialize instantly... After being shackled by his throne for so long, he can finally embody anything he desires!

As foreseen, his form dissolves into a maelstrom of conflicting, clashing essences before you, beyond control... This chaos extends to his reign, his court, and his throne, even corrupting his remaining loyal subjects, as a grotesque harbinger of your dominion over this realm.

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A Pallid Shadow
Naturally, you are prepared for the Sultan's might. The weapon in your grasp—or perhaps termed a spell—is crafted from your most treasured humanity, a shard of your thoughts and memories before your ascension to divinity. It possesses such immense power that it is unstoppable, for the Creator [player.name] has sacrificed a part of Himself to wield it.

You utter a word of immense power to the Sultan, a concept that could be roughly translated as "purification" in the Creator's language. It is the fiery blaze wielded by the Creator to rectify His oversights, capable of engulfing all and reducing it to nothingness. Scorched by this almighty heat, this tyrant, the very source of all your mistakes, fades into oblivion... His throne and palace are obliterated by your divine retribution, leaving only scorched remnants as a testament to his obliteration in your memory...

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The Sword of Regicide
Naturally, you are prepared for the Sultan's might. The weapon in your grasp—or perhaps termed a spell—is crafted from your most treasured humanity, a shard of your thoughts and memories before your ascension to divinity. It possesses such immense power that it is unstoppable, for the Creator [player.name] has sacrificed a part of Himself to wield it.

With the weapon crafted exclusively for sealing the fate of emperors, you aim its blade at the Sultan, stripping him of nearly all his power, defenseless as you pierce his skull, sunder his palace, and sever his throne... In a sudden revelation, you understand that this very weapon, designed for dismantling power, embodies power in itself. It will become your authority, yet you shall never escape its sway.

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A New Constellation
Naturally, you are prepared for the Sultan's might. The weapon in your grasp—or perhaps termed a spell—is crafted from your most treasured humanity, a shard of your thoughts and memories before your ascension to divinity. It possesses such immense power that it is unstoppable, for the Creator [player.name] has sacrificed a part of Himself to wield it.

You utter a word of immense power to the Sultan, a concept that could be roughly translated as "Spectator" in the Creator's language. Thus, influenced by this irresistible blessing, the Sultan's form dissolves into nothingness, ascending into the night sky... and taking its rightful place among the stars. Across endless epochs, he will witness his realm crumble, his throne shatter, his halls fall, while generations of shepherds recount the tale to their offspring of how a tyrannical Sultan turned into a constellation.

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The Blade of Dreams
Naturally, you are prepared for the Sultan's might. The weapon in your grasp—or perhaps termed a spell—is crafted from your most treasured humanity, a shard of your thoughts and memories before your ascension to divinity. It possesses such immense power that it is unstoppable, for the Creator [player.name] has sacrificed a part of Himself to wield it.

You have forged this ethereal weapon, targeting not the physical form but the soul itself, which is why it cannot fully materialize in the physical realm as it embodies pure ideal...

With a gentle motion, you drive the blade into the Sultan's skull. Deeper and deeper it plunges until it slips from your grasp, as if penetrating not a tyrant's head, but a passage leading to the most profound depths of the world...

After an indeterminate stretch of time, as if enduring eternity, you sense your sword reaching a threshold. It shatters a barrier, rectifying an unfixed flaw by the Creator, and carves a path never before trodden... Amidst astonishment and reverence, all things splinter in silence. Within the darkness, those ancient, great beings who once participated in the world's creation extend their respect to—hailing your magnificent achievement! Nevertheless, your feat will shall manifest not in the present but in a remote future transcending even the gods' foresight... Upon your return to the mundane realm, only the shattered throne stands witness to your minor intervention in the mortal world.

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