[LUPO SOLITARIO] Libro IX: The Cauldron of Fear

[Defender]

Prendete e mangiatene tutti

[Jesper]

Gli diamo il nostro porco

Gratefully he accepts your offer and adds the food to the broth bubbling on the grate. He tells you that he is a hermit and has lived here, at the edge of the gorge, for most of his life. He is nearly blind but he knows every inch of these hills as well as he knows his own hut, and he offers to show you and Banedon a short cut to Tahou.

If you wish to accept his help, turn to 37.

If you choose not to accept his help, you leave the hut and continue, turn to 123.

Vogliamo la scorciatoia dell'eremita? O andiamo per la strada normale?

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Lupo Solitario, Kai Tutelary

CS: 34 (Sommerswerd +8, Silver Helm +2, Shield +2, Mindblast +2, +3 Weaponmastery, +1 Solaris, +1 Fire)

EP: 39/39 (Padded Leather Waistcoat +2 EP, Chainmail +4, +3 Solaris, +3 Light, +2 Fire)

Discipline Magnakai
- Pathmanship
- Invisibility
- Huntmastery
- Curing
- Animal Control
- Weaponmastery (Sword, Bow, Dagger, Spear, Mace, Axe)

Circoli completati
- Circle of Solaris (+1CS, +3EP)
- Circle of Light (+3EP)
- Circle of Fire (+1 CS, +2 EP)

Weapons (2): Axe, Spear

Backpack (8): Rope, Booze, Laumpspur (cura 4 EP), Argento, Blanket, Silk Jacket, Crystal Decanter

Special Items (12): Sommerswerd!, Dagger of Vashna, Silver Bow of Duadon, Padded Leather Waistcoat (+2 EP), Firesphere, Silver Helm (+2 CS), Chainmail (+4 EP), Shield (+2 CS), Quiver (4), Pass, Fireseeds (3), Invitation

Money (50): 43


MORTOMETRO: VII
- Istakillato dall'esca+party hiddato (Libro I)
- Caduto in una trappola da caccia Giak (Libro I)
- Inchiappato nel sonno da un agente dei Darklords (Libro II)
- Fatto Bunjee Jumping senza l'elastico insieme ad un Helghast (Libro II)
- Vittime di una Cantina (Libro IV)
- Tentacle-raped (Libro VII)
- Sparati da un Nano storpio (Libro VIII)
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[Bortas]

Magna vecchio che tanto ormai queste gallette hanno il sapore delle ciabatte di mia nonna.

Io mi caccio la faraona qui nel bosco fai ammodo...

Ops passato...

Btw direi scorciatoia dell'eremita, verso una morte gloriosa, 37

[Kaluisurrr]

non mi fido di questo vecchio balordo, ignoriamolo

[-=Rho=-]

37 , facciamoci dare indicazioni da un cieco dai

[Defender]

Scorciatoiah!

[Jesper]

Essendo cieco, la sua scorciatoia è probabilmente la strada normale. La sua strada normale è l'Abisso della Morte

The hermit takes you back into the gorge and leads you to a place where a massive outcrop of rock overhangs a tangle of bushes and foliage. Hidden behind this leafy cover is the entrance to a cave. A rivulet of fresh water trickles from the cave mouth and the sound of constant dripping echoes in its distant depths.

‘Follow the straight path through the cave. Do not stray from it. Soon you will emerge from the hills and see Tahou before your eyes. Godspeed.’ And with that farewell wish the hermit hobbles away, eager to return to his hut and devour the fresh food you have given him.

Turn to 282.

O magari l'Abisso della Morte è questo

The roof of the cave and the tunnel beyond is high enough for you to ride through it on horseback. But the interior is pitch black, and if you are not to stray off course, you will need some form of light to illuminate the way ahead.

If you possess a Kalte Firesphere, a Lantern, or a Torch and Tinderbox, turn to 219.

If you do not possess any of these items, turn to 341.

La fida Firesphere non delude mai!

Your light illuminates the tunnel ahead, and within a few minutes you have found your way through to a hillside exit that overlooks a tiny village called Varta, perched on the edge of the Tahou flats. (If your source of light is a Torch, remember to erase it from your Action Chart.)

The flats comprise fields of cultivated crops that form a fertile market garden two miles wide. They are farmed right up to the banks of the great moat that encircles the capital. Varta is deserted; its male inhabitants now shelter within the city walls whilst the women and children have long since travelled south to the safety of Navasari. As you ride through the empty village and descend onto the flats, you catch your first awe-inspiring view of the ancient city itself.

Turn to 100.

Tahou, an ancient stronghold containing a vast city, is a formidable and wondrous sight in the moonlight, the imposing walls and towers of red stone and grey rock assume the softening sheen of velvet, and the city is often referred to as ‘The velvet fortress’. Beyond the towers and high curtain wall you can see a thousand spires and minarets, grouped as thickly as the trees of a forest. Tiny lights twinkle in countless windows and portals, adding to the splendour of the mighty capital.

Near to the city’s South Gate, the highway is flanked by beacons which illuminate those who approach the gatehouse. A drawbridge spans a moat of black water and, as you ride across, a bell tolls from the portcullised archway ahead.

‘Two civilian riders at the South Gate,’ yells a soldierly voice.

‘Raise the postern,’ shouts another.

There is a clatter of chains and a scraping of stone. You watch the portcullis, expecting it to rise, but it does not move, Instead, a narrow portal opens at the base of the wall and an armoured guard steps from the shadows. He motions you to enter and you follow Banedon along a corridor of stone, leading to a secure enclosure. You glance upwards to see the faces of a dozen soldiers, peering down at you from behind a parapet that encircles the high enclosure walls. All of them grasp loaded crossbows which they train on you as you move. Then a small gate creaks open and two guards appear, armed with broad-bladed spears.

‘Who are you?’ one demands in a gruff tone. ‘Why do you seek entry to Tahou?’

If you have an Invitation and wish to show it, turn to 321.

If you wish to tell the guards that you have come to offer your services in the defence of the city, turn to 196.

If you wish to say that you intend to enter the Tahou Cauldron, turn to 60.

Che diciamo alle guardie ?

[Bortas]

321 abbiamo la vip card, scansatevi plebei

[Kaluisurrr]

passpartout

[Jesper]

Siamo dei VIPs!

The guards inspect the Invitation, their expressions conveying their doubt that the signature it bears is genuine. They order you to dismount and one of them hurries off to summon the gatehouse commander. Fortunately, when he arrives he recognizes Lortha’s mark and allows you to leave the enclosure, although he impounds both your horses. You protest and demand that they be returned, but to no avail.

‘Orders of the Senate,’ says the commander, offhandedly; ‘an emergency decree. All horses belonging to the civil population must be delivered into the care of the garrison stables until the state of emergency is lifted.’

Reluctantly you allow the guards to take your steeds and, as they are being led away, the commander hands you each a piece of vellum stamped with a date and a number. ‘Receipts,’ he explains, his tone noticeably more friendly. You pocket your Receipt (mark this as a Special Item on your Action Chart; owing to its size, you need not delete another Special Item should you already carry the maximum quota) and are about to walk away when he calls out, ‘Report to the citadel first thing in the morning. You’ll be allocated your battle positions for when the enemy attack.’

Turn to 242.

Ok, ci hanno inculato i cavalli -.-

E ci hanno dato una ricevuta che GRAZIE A KAI non occupa spazio in saccoccia

Leaving your horses and the South Gate tower behind, you enter a wide avenue flanked by workshops and houses, all built of red stone or rock sheathed in red plaster. The buildings themselves are small and densely packed, yet each one, no matter how humble, has a spire or tower that soars into the sky.

The large sleepy-eyed heads of stone dragons gaze down from the balconies of minarets, crowned either with bulbous, onion-shaped domes of copper, or with platforms housing engines of war recently installed.

Banedon points to an eating house and suggests that you stop there for some refreshment. Chiban’s house is more than an hour’s walk from here, and you are ravenous after your long ride.

If you wish to enter the eating house, turn to 80.

If you decide to ignore your rumbling stomach and continue your walk to Chiban’s house, turn to 146.

Ci mangiamo qualcosa? O andiamo avanti e rischiamo di mangiarci Banedon?

[-=Rho=-]

80

[Defender]

Edit: too late, peccato ci tenevo a mostrare il pass dello shogun Mitsukunimito...

Andiamo a buttare giù un boccone và.

[Sturm]

80 fosse la volta buona che incontriamo qualche soccolona!
Ma possibile che in questo mondo di soli uomini la prostituzione non fiorisca? Meh

[Jesper]

Una cosa che è una costante di LW e che per ora c'è andata bene è che le taverne sono posti in cui scoppia 1 rissa al minuto. Vediamo se riusciamo a incrementare la quota

The eating house is crowded with soldiers. They sit at benches drawn up to long oak tables or sprawl around a log fire that crackles in a broad stone grate. Your entrance causes them to pause in their noisy conversations as they look you up and down. However, their curiosity is soon satisfied and they return to their feasting and boasting.



‘This way, gentlemen,’ beckons the owner, and leads you through the crowd to a table in the corner of the high-ceilinged room. Banedon hands him a clutch of silver Lune and the jolly red-cheeked man waddles away to fetch you food and ale. The soldiers are dressed in a variety of uniforms, many of which you recognize to be the tunics of mercenary regiments from the Stornlands. Two of these soldiers of fortune share your table. They talk in hushed tones and cast nervous glances at another group of men sitting near the fire.

If you wish to talk to these soldiers, turn to 292.

If you decide to say nothing while you wait for your food, turn to 102.

Cerchiamo rogne coi soldati o andiamo a mangiare?

[Bortas]

Magnamo che abbiamo fame, le rogne a stomaco pieno...