[LUPO SOLITARIO] Libro VIII: The Jungle of Horrors

[Jesper]

Tra l'altro son stato generoso, perchè nella stesura originale, se hai la Firesphere la usi automatico, non hai la scelta lol

In ogni caso, si aggiunge a Lone Wolf 101: i fucili sono pericolosi

Spoiler

non importa quanto imba diventeremo

You and Paido wheel your horses around and follow the crest of the ridge. Expertly, you manage to steer them down a steep bank of loose shale, and then on at a brisk pace along a dried-out gully. Soon the gully becomes a stream of sparkling water, fed by an underground spring. A rumble, like the sound of a distant storm, warns you that the vast army of Zegron, Warchief of Ogia, is now less than twenty miles away.



Turn to 136.

Lo stendardo col canelupo che sgotta! E' davvero l'esercito di Negron!

You follow the stream until it enters a long corridor of towering trees that descend towards the bank of a swift-flowing brook, a tributary of the River Syad. You stop here briefly to bathe your faces in the icy water and to stare at the mass of blue-green giant trees that fill the western horizon.



‘The Mordril Forest,’ says Paido, a note of trepidation in his voice. ‘It was once a wondrous forest, a place of light and goodness. The trees grew strong and the birds and beasts were the fairest of any forest breed. But the Mordril has grown dark and dismal of late. The Danarg encroaches, feeding its sickness to the soil and poisoning the saplings and the creatures that dwell there still. It is a doomed forest, doomed to become part of the Danarg swamp.’

You remount your horse and cross the brook. As you climb the opposite bank you notice a set of freshly made tracks in the soft earth.

If you have the Magnakai Discipline of Pathsmanship, turn to 256.

If you do not have this skill, turn to 342.

Abbiamo Pathmanship! Notare la cospicua assenza di giungle nel libro "la giungla dell'orrore", per ora

At first you think that the tracks are those of a black bear, the paw prints being of a similar size and depth. But a closer examination changes your mind. These prints were left by a biped, a two-footed animal that walks upright. You have never before come across tracks like these, and judging from the size of the prints, you would be happier to avoid the creature that made them.

Turn to 342.

In compenso un Orso Mannaro rientra nel campo "orrore" senza problemi

You urge your horse up the steep bank and across the fallen branches that litter the trail beyond. Less than a mile from the brook you hear the sound of rushing water. The track bears north and you see a roaring waterfall cascading into a rocky pool, its surface lost in a cloud of fine spray. A huge tree has fallen across the pool, creating a bridge, and the track leads straight to it. You are halfway across the tree-bridge, looking down at the swirling spray and foaming water below, when a ghastly howl rings out above the thunder of the waterfall. You look up and stare slack-jawed at the creature that is advancing towards you across the tree-bridge.

Turn to 212.

The creature gives a strange snickering cry as slowly it edges nearer and nearer. It is a huge, pear-shaped beast with a hunched back and a white lizard-like head. Awkwardly it shuffles upright, on two large hairy paws. At first glance it looks as if two totally separate creatures have been joined together at the waist: the lower half is covered with a coarse, spiky fur, and the upper body is pale and hairless, heavily veined, with long sinewy forearms. It raises its snout to savour the smell of your frightened horse and opens its fanged jaws.


Illustration X—The creature gives a strange snickering cry as it edges nearer.

If you have a Bow and wish to use it, turn to 17.

If you do not have a Bow or do not wish to use it, turn to 333.

AAAAAA questo non è affatto un Orso Mannaro! Gli spariamo con il nostro non-fucile d'argento?

[Sturm]

Spariamogli! Magari lo decapitiamo con la potenza del nostro non-fucile!

[Bortas]

Freccia in fronte con l'arco diddio...17

[-=Rho=-]

quel coso credo di averlo gia visto in un paio di " manga "

17

[Lupoazzurro]

Frecciamolo.


e poi qualcuno ricordi a dever che abbiamo animal KINGship quindi siamo lo re delli animali e sto coso dovrebbe leccarci i piedi al solo sguardo.

[Kaluisurrr]

go di fucking arco

[Jesper]

Your horse is panic-stricken; the tree-bridge is too narrow for it to turn around, and Paido’s mount is so close behind that you are unable to back up without risk of sending them both over the edge.

Pick a number from the Random Number Table. If you have completed the Lore-circles of Fire and Light, add 3 to the number you have picked.

If your total is now 0–7, turn to 6.

If it is 8 or higher, turn to 77.

Eh si, abbiamo completato entrambi i circoli grazie ad animal sticazzi Abbiamo +6 sul Roll, quindi falliamo solo con 1...

Roll...6

Your Arrow enters the creature’s mouth, transfixing its tongue to the back of its throat. It gurgles and chomps on the feathered shaft, its clawed fingers scrabbling to pull it free. In its frenzy it loses its footing and slips, throwing open its arms instinctively to steady itself. Its claws ensnare your horse’s bridle and, as it topples from the tree-bridge, it pulls your horse and you over the edge.

Pick a number from the Random Number Table. If you have the Magnakai Discipline of Huntmastery, add 2 to the number you have picked.

If your total is now 0–1, turn to 51.

If it is 2 or more, turn to 43.

Grazie a Huntmastery non possiamo fallire il roll!

You leap from the saddle, narrowly avoiding being pulled off the tree-bridge. Your horse and the hideous creature both disappear from view, quickly swallowed up by the spray from the waterfall. As you land on the slippery wet wood, Paido’s horse rears up on its hind legs, its forelegs kicking the air and its eyes rolling madly. He fights to control the animal but it is wild with fear and, with a crack of splintering wood, its hind hoof shears through a rotten branch; it totters on the brink. Paido swings his legs clear and abandons his doomed horse barely seconds before it falls into the watery abyss.



Turn to 31.

Fuck yeah!

For a few minutes you stare silently at the pool below. Nothing stirs in the seething waters to record the loss of your horses or the passing of the dreadful Anapheg. All three have disappeared without trace.

The distant thunder of battle pervades your thoughts, prompting you to leave the tree-bridge and move deeper into the Mordril Forest. The tall trees become denser, often forcing you to turn your body sideways in order to make any progress. Gradually dense undergrowth turns to a carpet of moss and blue-black lichen which clings to your boots like mud. A chill overwhelms you as a thick and pearly mist seeps from the cracks beneath the trees. The many sounds of the forest have disappeared to be replaced by a cold and eerie silence.

If you are in need of Tincture of Oxydine or of Oede herb, turn to 237.

If you need neither of these items, turn to 91.

Non abbiamo bisogno delle droghe

Spoiler

fortunatamente, perchè non siamo stati infognati da una peste sumera che ci avrebbe ucciso qui

Twilight is approaching. As the sky above darkens, a black bird flies among the upper branches, emitting a shrill cry, which sounds unnaturally loud in the silent forest. It settles, stares at you for a few minutes, and then flaps away. A little later you stumble upon a clearing. Shafts of ghostly moonlight pour through a gap in the black canopy of leaves, revealing a mound of earth, rising out of the forest mist. You are both exhausted after the day’s events and agree to stop here to rest. Paido takes a Gold Crown from his pocket and tosses it in the air to decide who should take the first watch. ‘Heads or tails?’ he asks, the Crown clenched in his fist.

If you possess the Magnakai Discipline of Divination, turn to 11.

If you wish to call ‘heads’, turn to 274.

If you wish to call ‘tails’, turn to 66.

Cioè avremmo potuto usare i nostri poteri mentali per ingannare Paido e scegliere comunque un turno a caso <.<

Comunque niente Divination, quindi cosa scegliamo?

[Kaluisurrr]

boh, tails

[Sturm]

Testa per me :nod
Evviva i nostri mistici poteri iperubbi!
Cosa faremmo senza di loro okerface:

[-=Rho=-]

ah ste scelte 50 / 50 che finisce comunque a cazzo sono sempre spettacolari

coda !

[Rise-the-Sky]

COntando le abilità di Paido dobbian sperare di pescare il turno di guardia in cui accadranno i casini (che accadranno di sicuro) visto che se ci affidiamo a lui sicuro ci risvegliamo all'altro mondo...

gogo Testa

[Tibù]

testa!

[Kat]

Notare che in sta orribile giungla che non c'e' manco una volta ha chiesto se avevamo animal coso.

[Bortas]

Coda

[Jesper]

Giustamente la scelta è 3 a 3, quindi tiro una moneta per decidere

I 50c hanno fatto uscire l'arpa, quindi croce! (o coda lol )

Paido opens his palm to reveal the small gold coin: it shows heads. ‘Bad luck!’ he exclaims with a grin. ‘You take the first watch.’ He settles himself down on the mound of spongy earth and is soon asleep, snoring softly. You sit beside him, your eyes scouring the black spaces between the ghostly grey trees.

The first half of the night passes uneventfully. In need of rest, you are about to awaken Paido when you sense something moving in the shadows off to your right. Two tiny pinpoints of yellow light blink in the darkness. You draw your weapon, expecting an attack, but you can no longer see the eyes of the shadow creature. Paido wakes and takes over the watch, but the lingering feeling that you are being observed makes you uneasy and disturbs your rest (lose 2 ENDURANCE points). Four hours later, you wake to the gloomy grey of dawn and prepare to set off once more.

Turn to 138.

Oh povero super guerriero ariano coi brutti sogni, povero lui! E fanculo a Paido lol

Your sense of time slips away as you trek through the seemingly endless expanse of bleak grey trees. Slowly you become aware that you are on an incline, and as your passage becomes steeper, you notice large outcrops of pitted volcanic rock.

‘We’re approaching the Danarg crater,’ says Paido, his quietly spoken words echoing loudly through the eerie forest. Suddenly you recall the words of Lord Rimoah during your period of preparation in Elzian: ‘The Danarg occupies the crater of an ancient and massive volcano. Once it was a lush jungle of fertile vegetation, but now it is a cancerous wound that poisons all who dwell there…’

By noon you have climbed to the lip of the crater and begun your descent. Gradually the tall, straight trees of the Mordril Forest thin out giving way to twisted trunks and stunted saplings as the land sinks deeper and deeper. Imperceptibly the forest ends and the swamp begins. The ground is softer, and tall, black rushes appear in clumps around misty pools of stagnant water. From tortured husks of trees hang thorny vines, as tough and as cruel as sharpened steel wire. So thickly are they entwined around some trees that they have strangled them, leaving empty coils where the trunks have rotted away. The stench of decay fills your nostrils in the humid yet cold air.



You wade through ankle-deep slime for nearly an hour before reaching the edge of a huge, murky pool. Whirls and eddies disturb its surface, warning of the creatures that lurk below.

If you have the Magnakai Discipline of Pathsmanship and have reached the rank of Tutelary, turn to 203.

If you wish to skirt around this pool to the north, turn to 36.

If you wish to skirt around it to the south, turn to 300.

Abbiamo Pathmanship e il rank!

Your improved Kai skill warns you that to the north a tribe of hungry swamp creatures are lurking at the edge of the pool in search of prey. You and Paido would provide an excellent meal for these beasts. To the south the track takes you away from the heart of the swamp, and consequently further away from your goal.

If you wish to go north and brave the swamp creatures, turn to 36.

If you decide to go south, turn to 300.

Che scegliamo ?