[LUPO SOLITARIO] Libro XVIII: Dawn of the Dragons

Con la sola imposizione delle mani...

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Originally Posted by 269.

Bravely Nathor stifles his urge to scream as you take hold of his shattered ankle. You summon your healing powers and transmit them through your fingers to his injured foot (reduce your ENDURANCE points score by 3). You feel the warmth of your power begin to reduce the swollen tissues and mend the broken bones, but before you can complete the cure, a yelling horde of bogus castle guardsmen comes rushing into the stables with their swords drawn. They see you, and you have barely enough time to draw your weapon before they launch a manic attack.

Castle Guardsmen (impostors): COMBAT SKILL 48 ENDURANCE 48

If you win this fight, turn to 159.

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Sticazzi O-o devono essere veramente un'orda!

COMBAT RATING: +5 (con Kai-Surge)

Roll...3
Lupo Solitario -3 (-1)(40)
Castle Guardsmen -8 (40)

Roll...1 :(
Lupo Solitario -4 (-1)(35)
Castle Guardsmen -6 (34)

Roll...2 :(
Lupo Solitario -3 (-1)(31)
Castle Guardsmen -7 (27)

Roll...5
Lupo Solitario -2 (-1)(28)
Castle Guardsmen -10 (17)

Roll...9 :oldmetal:
Lupo Solitario -0 (-1)(27)
Castle Guardsmen -16 (1)

Roll...7
Lupo Solitario -0 (-1)(26)
Castle Guardsmen -12 (morti!)

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Originally Posted by 159.

You step away from the heaped bodies of the bogus castle guardsmen and sheathe your bloodied weapon. Then you take hold of Nathor and heave him across the neck of a saddled horse. Quickly you mount this steed and urge it to the gallop, bursting forth from the stables at breakneck speed. Outside, the castle keep is alive with screams and curses as you steer your horse towards the gatehouse, where, to your mounting horror, you see that the portcullis is beginning to fall.

Pick a number from the Random Number Table. If you possess Telegnosis and have reached the Kai rank of Sun Lord or higher, add 2 to the number you have picked. If you possess the Discipline of Grand Huntmastery, add 2. If you possess Animal Mastery, add 1.

If your total score is now 2 or less, turn to 21.

If it is 3 or higher, turn to 230.

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Abbiamo +4 di base!

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Originally Posted by 230.

You race through the gatehouse arch just moments before the heavy portcullis comes crashing down. Without daring to look back, you urge your horse across the wooden drawbridge and along the open track that lies beyond. The angry shouts of the gate guards echo from the battlements but so too do the unexpected sounds of clanking chains and baying hounds.

You have covered more than half a mile when you chance a glance over your shoulder. To your dismay you see that you are being pursued by a snarling pack of wolf-like creatures with drooling fangs and eyes that gleam menacingly in the darkness. An icy chill invades your heart. These are no ordinary hunting hounds—these are hellish beasts born of a dark sorcery.

Soon you reach the tributary bridge that is lined with statues, and you catch sight of the twinkling lights of Scade about a mile beyond. The feral pack are closing fast and you know that your encumbered horse cannot outpace them indefinitely. You must do something to delay them, if you and Nathor are to escape in one piece.

If you possess the discipline of Magi-magic and have reached the Kai rank of Grand Thane, turn to 322.

If you possess Kai-surge and have reached the Kai rank of Grand Thane, turn to 281.

If you do not possess these skills, or if you have yet to attain the necessary level of Kai Mastery, turn to 195.

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Cosa useremo :D?

magi magic e via verso l'infinito

Riproviamo urlando più forte.

GLOAR!!!!!!!!

Magi Magic!

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Originally Posted by 322.

You bring your horse to a halt at the approach to the bridge and quickly recite the complex intonations of the Old Kingdom Spell Power Glyph. For a brief moment, a faint shimmering light dances on the pitted surfaces of the first two statues, indicating that the spell has been successfully activated. An invisible barrier is now in place across the entrance to the bridge; anything passing through this barrier will trigger a massive discharge of magical energy.

You canter your horse across the river and wait on the far side as the first few wolf-creatures come racing towards the bridge. The pack leader, a massive brute with ghastly yellow eyes, breaks the invisible barrier and, amidst a crackling flash of sparks, he is flung high into the air like a soaring meteor, his black fur and tail blazing fiercely.

Pick a number from the Random Number Table.

If the number you have picked is 0–3, turn to 115.

If it is 4 or higher, turn to 32.

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Ahahha niente GLOAR! Ma comunque esilarante :D

Roll...5!

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Originally Posted by 32.

The burning wolf-thing comes crashing down into the midst of its following pack members, scattering them in all directions. A collective howl arises from the darkness, a hellish shrieking that is filled with fear, anger, and pain. The dramatic loss of their leader is more than the remaining beasts can bear, and, with a final howl of frustration, they flee from the bridge and scurry back to the safety of their pens in Castle Tranius.

Turn to 86.

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:metal:

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Originally Posted by 86.

You ride to Scade with all the speed your exhausted horse can muster and return at once to the Lucky Bucket Inn where the remaining members of the troop are billeted. The news of your encounter at Castle Tranius comes as a shock, both to the troopers and to the innkeeper who fears for the safety of the real Knight Tranius.

‘I haven’t seen him in the town for near-on a week,’ he says, anxiously rubbing his many chins. ‘We ’ere had no inkling that somethin’ bad was happenin’ up there at the castle. It’s right put the shakes up me, I can tell you.’

In the warm comfort of the inn, you use your Kai healing skills to mend the Lord Constable’s injuries. He is carefully testing his weight on his newly-mended ankle when suddenly there is a commotion outside in the street. An angry mob of hard-faced men, many clutching torches, staves, and coils of rope, are marching down the cobbled avenue towards the inn.

‘Hang the Talestrian thieves!’ they shout. ‘String up the murdering swine!’

‘What’s going on? Who are these men?’ says Nathor. The innkeeper’s face turns white and he begins to tremble with fear.

‘I…I don’t rightly know,’ he stammers. ‘I ain’t never seen ’em before. They’s not from these parts. We’ve never had no quarrel with Talestria. You’ve always been our friends.’

Suddenly a chunk of cobblestone smashes through a window and an angry cry arises from the mob:

‘Come out, you Talestrian dogs. Come out or we’ll burn you out!’

Nathor calls everyone to the rear of the inn where a passage leads directly to the stables.

‘I fear this is some kind of crude ploy to murder you, Grand Master,’ he says. ‘If you are to stand any chance of reaching your homeland, you must continue your journey at once. I and my men will do what we can to hold this mob at bay, but you must leave now and you must go alone.’

Another window shatters and a burning brand is hurled into the inn.

‘Very well,’ you reply, uneasily. ‘I shall leave at once.’

Turn to 161.

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"E invece ci cadremo come tonni!" :D

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Originally Posted by 161.

After bidding a hurried farewell to the Lord Constable and his men, you take a fresh horse and leave the inn by a door at the rear of the stables. Some of the mob have gathered in an adjoining alleyway, but aided by your Kai camouflage skills, you evade these bloodthirsty thugs with ease.

Keeping to the smaller alleys and passages, you make your way across Scade unseen and then head north towards the open plains. You ride all night, using your infravision to help guide your horse through the lush grasslands and keep watch for potential dangers. As the hours slip past you cannot help but think about Nathor and the men of his troop; they are risking their lives by staying behind as bait for the mob. You admire their courage and it strengthens your resolve to return home to Sommerlund. Should the Lord Constable and his men have to pay for your escape with their lives, then you are determined that their sacrifice shall not be a wasted one.

During your long night ride, unless you possess the Discipline of Grand Huntmastery you must eat a Meal or lose 3 ENDURANCE points.

To continue, turn to 75.

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Originally Posted by 75.

In the twilight before dawn, you catch sight of the River Kinam less than a mile away to the west. You scan the surrounding landscape and note several small tracks (which lead to tiny farmsteads dotted around the vast plain) converging at a hamlet which nestles in a bend of this great river. During the past hour your horse has developed a slight limp, and a cursory look at his affected leg reveals that he has thrown a shoe. You know that unless you replace the missing shoe, and soon, he will be too lame to carry you further. Reluctantly, you decide to enter the hamlet and go in search of a blacksmith.

A signpost at the entrance to the hamlet announces its name: Kalma. It is a quiet, sleepy sort of place that in many ways reminds you of Dage, the Sommlending village where you were born and where you spent your early years. Near the centre of this humble village you discover a smithy where, even at this early hour, you can hear the sound of a hammer beating iron. You tether your horse to a rail alongside a moth-eaten old donkey, and call out for the blacksmith.

‘In ’ere,’ comes the curt reply. On entering you discover a tall, broad-shouldered man clad in a leather apron, busily shaping a horseshoe on an anvil.

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‘My steed has shed a shoe,’ you say. ‘Can you replace it?’

‘Aye,’ he says, without bothering to look up from his work, ‘but it’ll cost you 20 Lune. In cash, and in advance, if you please.’

If you have sufficient cash to pay the blacksmith (20 Lune = 5 Gold Crowns), turn to 234.

If you do not, turn to 259.

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Mi piace la parte "in cash" :D No gli paghiamo con la nostra Sommerlund Express :D

Comunque sia, scaliamo le 5 corone e proseguiamo!

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Originally Posted by 234.

You place five Gold Crowns on the blacksmith’s anvil (remember to adjust your Action Chart) and he nods his approval.

‘Leave y’ horse outside and come back in an hour—I’ll ’ave it done by then.’

Turn to 104.

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Originally Posted by 104.

The sun is now above the horizon and this hamlet is slowly stirring to life. You decide to wile away the next hour or so by looking around its simple shops and riverside stores. One building in particular catches your eye: it is a hall perched precariously on the end of a wide wooden jetty. You can hear an old man’s voice trailing from its open doors, answered by the occasional murmur of a crowd. Inside you discover a wizened old cleric administering to a sick woman whose head is swathed with bandages. The cleric is attempting to cure the woman of her ills by laying-on his hands, but the pressure is simply making the pain in her head feel worse.

‘Charlatan,’ mumbles one onlooker. ‘Old fake,’ whispers another. The aged cleric hears these dissenting voices and he becomes flustered. Although he may be incompetent as a healer, you sense that he is a good man at heart and so you decide to save him from the disgruntled crowd, who look as if they are on the brink of throwing him in the river at any moment.

‘Hold, good brother!’ you say, moving swiftly through the crowd to the small stage on which he and the bandaged woman are standing. ‘You should not be placing your hands upon this good woman’s head. Surely the source of her pain stems from her aching heart!’

And with this you take hold of the man’s hands and place them on the woman’s chest. Her first reaction is one of shock and she starts to pull away, but when you transmit your own healing powers through the cleric’s hands and into her body, the pain in her head suddenly vanishes. A smile of pure joy lights up her face and hurriedly she strips off her bandages.

‘Ishir be praised!’ she cries. ‘I’m cured. I’m completely cured!’

Turn to 188.

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BY THE POWAH OF JESAH!

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Originally Posted by 188.

The woman reaches to her purse and counts out 40 silver Lune into the cleric’s trembling hands, and all the while she praises him loudly for taking the pain from her head. The cleric, whose name is Matho, sheepishly accepts her generous donation. Then, quite suddenly, he is swamped by the crowd of onlookers who all rush the stage at once. Each one waves a money purse and demands that he cure them as well. The frail old man is in danger of being crushed to death until you rescue him from this agitated crowd.

Once safely outside, he offers you all of the woman’s donation, for he knows only too well that it was your healing abilities which cured her, and not his own. (If you wish to accept this money, record it on your Action Chart as 40 Lune.)

‘Where are you bound for, stranger?’ he asks.

‘The east,’ you reply.

‘That’s where I’ve journeyed from. Perhaps I can offer you a word of caution, eh? There’s plague in the Stornlands this year. You would be well to avoid the region if you can. If you can’t, well, this potion will protect you. I can at least guarantee that.’

The old cleric pulls a small flask from his pocket and offers it to you. (If you wish to accept this potion, record it on your Action Chart as Matho’s Potion.)

Then the old cleric accompanies you back to the blacksmithy where he, too, is having his mount re-shoed. You collect your horse, and he collects his ragged old mule; then you bid each other good luck and farewell before going your separate ways.

Turn to 315.

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Ok, ricordatevi di dirmi se volete accettare il pagamento e/o la pozza! Nel caso ditemi anche cosa scartare!

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Originally Posted by 315.

You leave Kalma and ride due east along a dusty track. Mile after mile of featureless grassland passes by on either side until, late in the afternoon, you enter a range of gentle, wooded hills. You have not gone very far before you discover a stream of sparkling water that is teeming with trout. Feeling tired and hungry, you decide to rest here and try your luck at catching some fresh fish for your supper.

Within half an hour, you have collected six fine speckled specimens of Palmyrion trout, more than enough to sate your ravenous appetite. You are about to construct a small campfire on which to cook them when suddenly you hear the sound of a wagon and horses approaching along the hill track from the east. Rather than run the risk of being confronted by bandits, you take cover behind a bush and wait for the wagon to appear.

Turn to 249.

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Originally Posted by 249.

Through the foliage you see six well-armed horsemen riding two abreast. They are followed by a carriage, behind which there are another two horsemen guarding the rear. The coach is quite small, suitable for no more than two passengers at most, and its lacquered black wood looks dull. It is covered with the dust of a long journey. It has curtained windows and a crest adorns its doors.

As they draw closer, you see one of the leading horsemen raise his hand to bring the column to a halt. Your heart sinks when you realize that he has seen your horse. Rather than take the risk of losing your mount, you call out to the horseman, commanding him to continue on his way.

‘Show y’self,’ he shouts in reply, and draws his sabre. ‘Unless you be a brigand, you have no need to fear us.’

You remain hidden for a few moments longer, using your Kai skills to determine their purpose. When you can detect no aura of evil about them, you rise from behind the bush so that you can be seen. A pale hand parts the carriage curtains and you glimpse the face of a handsome young woman with jet-black hair. Judging by the finery of her dress and the elegance of her demeanour, you assess her to be of noble birth.

‘You, Sir!’ she calls, with a refined Palmyrion accent. ‘I…I know you. Please, won’t you approach my coach so that I can be sure?’

If you wish to do as she requests, turn to 201.

If you decide to ignore her request and stay where you are, turn to 123.

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Che si fa :D?


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Lupo Solitario, Grand Thane

CS: 45 (+8 Sommerswerd, +2 Silver Helm, +5 Weaponmastery, +5 Circoli Magnakai, +2 Silver Bracers, +3 Kagonite Chainmail, +5 Levelup)
--> 49 (con +4 Mindblast)
--> 53 (con +8 Kai-Surge)

EP: 38/48 (+1 Kagonite Chainmail, +11 Circoli Magnakai, +1 Silver Bracers, +10 Levelup)

Discipline Grand Master
- Grand Huntmastery
- Grand Pathmanship
- Kai-Alchemy
- Kai-Surge
- Kai-Screen
- Magi-Magic
- Telegnosis
- Deliverance
- Weaponmastery

Weapons (2): Dagger, Broadsword

Backpack (8): Rope, Signet Ring, Ruby Ring, Meal, Iron Key, Stone Bowl, Onyx Key, Laumpspur (Cura 4 EP), Meal

Special Items (12): Sommerswerd!, Silver Bow of Duadon, Silver Helm (+2 CS), Silver Bracers (+ 2CS, +1 EP), Quiver (6), Kagonite Vest (+3 CS +1 EP), Statuette of Zagarna, Green Key, Silver Rod, Jadin Amulet (+1 ai Roll per evitare proiettili normali), Black Amulet, Silver Seal
[Non occupano spazio]: Korlinium Scabbard, Map of Mogaruith, Wolfskin Cloack, Platinum Amulet

Money (50): 34 Corone, 60 Kika (10=1C)

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MORTOMETRO: XIII
- 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)
- 1v1 con lo Zakhan Kimah (Libro IX)
- 1v100 con il Baron Shinzar (Libro X)
- Caduti durante la scalata ad Haagadar (Libro XI)
- 1v1 con Vonotar all'ultimissimo sangue (Libro XI)
- Sparati da un vecchio storpio (Libro XV)
- Presi per sfinimento dai servi del Deathlord di Ixia (Libro XVI)
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Come dei gonzi facciamo quello che ci chiede, tanto se non proviamo i trappoloni rischiamo di sembrare troppo furbi... 201

no, una donna che ci propone qualcosa in quel di Magnamund? FAKE

e prendiamo la pozza

è donna, è gnocca e ci chiede di avvicinarci!

tuffiamoci a pesce!

Dentro la carrozza che stavolta si tromba! Prendiamo la pozza i soldi se li può infilare tutti su per culo direttamente di piatto :nod:

Ok prendiamo tutto (scartiamo 1 meal) e ci avviciniamo al trappolone!

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Originally Posted by 201.

Intrigued by the young woman’s high-bred charms, you step away from the bushes and approach her carriage door.

‘Why, yes,’ she says, excitedly. ‘You are the Northland warrior they call Lone Wolf, are you not? I was in attendance at the Elector’s court the day he awarded you the Star of Palmyrion for your victory over the Cener Druids of Ruel. I am honoured to meet with you in person, brave sir.’

Turn to 135.

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"Brave Sir Robin" è ora in ciclo perpetuo dentro le vostre teste :nod:

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Originally Posted by 135.

The carriage door swings open and the beautiful young woman steps gracefully out onto the stony trail.

‘May I be so bold as to introduce myself,’ she says, pausing to adjust a broad-brimmed hat which is trimmed with black corvayl fur, as silky smooth as her flowing hair. ‘I am the Baroness Coryene of the Lucia Province.’

She offers her delicate hand and you kiss it in deference to her noble rank. Out of the corner of your eye you notice the leading horseman dismount and come to stand protectively by her side.

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Illustration VII—The beautiful young woman steps gracefully out and offers you her delicate hand.

‘Oh, and this is my personal guard—Dorst.’

You give the gruff-looking fellow a slight bow and he nods his head in response, albeit begrudgingly.

‘We are returning from a visit to my cousin’s estate. We were hoping to reach Kalma by sunset, but we were delayed by bandits,’ she says, almost apologetically.

‘We made ’em pay dearly for wastin’ our time, though,’ adds Dorst, with quiet menace.

‘It appears that we shall now have to encamp here in the hills this night,’ says the Baroness. ‘Perhaps you would care to join us, my Lord? I would feel so much safer if you did.’

Despite Dorst’s cutting glances, you agree to the Baroness’s proposal. Then you produce the six trout that you caught earlier and offer them to her as a gift.

‘Why, thank you,’ she says, with a wide smile. ‘They look…delicious.’

Turn to 59.

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Mmm questa storia diventa sempre più sospetta...

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Originally Posted by 59.

You help the Baroness’s entourage to set up camp beside the stream while Dorst, who considers himself something of a master cook, prepares the trout you caught earlier. To your surprise, the meal turns out to be excellent (restore 3 ENDURANCE points).

During supper, you ask the Baroness what news she has heard of events in the east. She tells you that there is war between the principalities of the Stornlands, although this is such a common condition that it can hardly be considered news any more. Of distant Sommerlund she has heard nothing. After supper, she excuses herself and retires to her carriage. Dorst posts two men to guard her coach, and then he invites you to play cards with himself and the remaining five men.

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If you wish to accept his offer, turn to 152.

If you choose to decline his offer, turn to 330.

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Andiamo a giocare a carte o rifiutiamo :D?

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Lupo Solitario, Grand Thane

CS: 45 (+8 Sommerswerd, +2 Silver Helm, +5 Weaponmastery, +5 Circoli Magnakai, +2 Silver Bracers, +3 Kagonite Chainmail, +5 Levelup)
--> 49 (con +4 Mindblast)
--> 53 (con +8 Kai-Surge)

EP: 38/48 (+1 Kagonite Chainmail, +11 Circoli Magnakai, +1 Silver Bracers, +10 Levelup)

Discipline Grand Master
- Grand Huntmastery
- Grand Pathmanship
- Kai-Alchemy
- Kai-Surge
- Kai-Screen
- Magi-Magic
- Telegnosis
- Deliverance
- Weaponmastery

Weapons (2): Dagger, Broadsword

Backpack (8): Rope, Signet Ring, Ruby Ring, Iron Key, Stone Bowl, Onyx Key, Laumpspur (Cura 4 EP), Matho's Potion

Special Items (12): Sommerswerd!, Silver Bow of Duadon, Silver Helm (+2 CS), Silver Bracers (+ 2CS, +1 EP), Quiver (6), Kagonite Vest (+3 CS +1 EP), Statuette of Zagarna, Green Key, Silver Rod, Jadin Amulet (+1 ai Roll per evitare proiettili normali), Black Amulet, Silver Seal
[Non occupano spazio]: Korlinium Scabbard, Map of Mogaruith, Wolfskin Cloack, Platinum Amulet

Money (50): 34 Corone, 60 Kika (10=1C), 40 Lune (4=1C)

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MORTOMETRO: XIII
- 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)
- 1v1 con lo Zakhan Kimah (Libro IX)
- 1v100 con il Baron Shinzar (Libro X)
- Caduti durante la scalata ad Haagadar (Libro XI)
- 1v1 con Vonotar all'ultimissimo sangue (Libro XI)
- Sparati da un vecchio storpio (Libro XV)
- Presi per sfinimento dai servi del Deathlord di Ixia (Libro XVI)
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giochiamo!

Spenniamo questi polli con i nostri poteri mentali.

Let's gamble!

Lo chiamavano Tresette...giocava sempre col morto.

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Originally Posted by 152.

Dorst spreads out an oilskin blanket and you all gather round, seating yourself cross-legged on the ground. He then deals five cards to each man and opens the betting with a stake of five Lune. The game is Taluka—common in the inns of Palmyrion and especially popular among professional gamblers. With your Kai abilities it is easy for you to know every card that is being played, and so, rather than risk being called a cheat, you simply go through the motions of playing the game, maintaining exactly the same amount of money you begin with.

After half an hour or so, you suddenly realize that Dorst is cheating.

If you wish to expose his cheating, turn to 91.

If you decide to quit the game, turn instead to 25.

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Mmm...che famo :D?

91.

"Ciccio, tu vorresti fregare me? il supermegaArianKaiGodMastah?"

e poi gli friggiamo il cervello.

meglio non farlo incazzare, per una volta che troviamo gente friendly per la strada...

Eh no, la giustiziah prima di tutto!

91!

(spero diventi una royal rumble, bisogna menare le mani ogni tanto :D)

Giustiziah! E mentre gli grigliamo le budella ci bombiamo la baronessa del mio ariano pene!

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Originally Posted by 91.

You grab Dorst by the wrist and shake a dozen cards from his sleeve. A deathly silence descends on the group as all eyes look first at the cards, and then at you. Simultaneously, the men start to laugh like hyenas until tears are soon streaming down their faces. One by one, they jiggle their hands over the blanket and hidden cards cascade from all their sleeves.

Turn to 15.

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O-o

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Originally Posted by 15.

‘Did you not know, Northlander,’ chuckles Dorst, ‘that cheatin’ is fair in Taluka? Least, that’s the way we play it, eh, boys?’

Feeling a little embarrassed by their behaviour, you fold your hand of cards, pick up your money, and make an excuse that you are tired after your long day’s ride. Dorst and his men bid you goodnight, and as he and his men continue with their dubious game, you go and check to see that your horse is comfortable for the night. You are busy gathering some grasses for his feed when suddenly a shriek echoes through the hills—it is the unmistakable cry of a Kraan.

If you possess Kai-screen, turn to 221.

If you do not possess this Grand Master Discipline, turn to 99.

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Ce l'abbiamo!

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Originally Posted by 221.

Instinctively you crouch down and take cover amongst the nearby foliage. You also call upon your Kai camouflage and psychic skills to help mask your presence from the creature which is circling high above the trees. For several minutes you stare at the loathsome creature, not daring to move a muscle; then you see it fly away and you breathe a sigh of relief.

A chill night wind whistles through the trees and you shiver. But it is not the cold that is chilling your blood—it is the sudden fear that you may never see your homeland again.

Turn to 275.

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Originally Posted by 275.

Dorst doubles the guard in case the Kraan should decide to return during the night. Then he and the others unpack their sleeping furs and settle down to a night’s rest beside the warmth of the campfire embers. For an hour you lie awake, staring uneasily at the sky, until fatigue finally overtakes you and you slip into a deep sleep.

Turn to 299.

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Originally Posted by 299.

You are woken at dawn by one of Dorst’s men who immediately hands you a steaming mug of Huas, a delicious Palmyrion beverage. You notice the others are in various states of waking and, as you sip your reviving drink, you watch Dorst shaving at the stream. After a while the Baroness emerges from her carriage. She appears as fresh as a spring flower, and together you breakfast before the camp is struck and you go your separate ways.

‘If ever you visit Lucia Province,’ she says, leaning from the open window of her carriage, ‘be sure to visit my estate in Gadorvo.’

‘I would be honoured, my lady,’ you reply, and wave to her until, at last, her carriage and riders disappear into the hills.

The weather is warmer than of late and you make good progress despite the poor condition of the road. An hour past midday, as you are crossing a treeless valley, you happen upon a young man praying at a wayside shrine. He is dressed in a guildsman’s tunic and cloak, and he appears to be unarmed.

If you wish to stop and question this young man, turn to 170.

If you decide to ignore him and continue on your way, turn to 19.

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CHe si fa :D?

170 dritti nell'imboscata!

Edit: la baronessa è trombabile, anche se fa un po' Milady dei 3 moschettieri, ci trdirià sicuramente sul più bello, però sembra essere l'unica in n. mila libri che merita un appoggio...

170 "Buonuomo sono Lupo "Ariano" Solitario,posso questionarle il prepuzio due minuti?

mabbasta con questi encounter random, abbiamo una patria da proteggere

Question time!

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Originally Posted by 170.

The young man gets up off his knees and greets you with a friendly smile. He is unusually talkative for a guildsman and you soon learn that his name is Frello, and that he is a journeyman from the Silversmiths’ Guild of Vanamor. He has stopped here to offer up a prayer to Ishir to protect him from ‘bad strangers on the trail’. It appears that he was robbed yesterday by some Eldenorans on the road out of Vanamor. He offers to share half a loaf of bread with you, but you decline his generosity, thanking him nonetheless. You sense that it is all the food he has. Mindful of wasting time, you bid him good luck and then continue your journey east.

Turn to 19.

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Bah <.<

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Beyond the valley lies an expanse of coarse and thorny vegetation which is alive with wild game. You stop to catch yourself an evening meal and then make camp beneath an old twisted oak (restore 3 ENDURANCE points). The night passes uneventfully and at first light you resume your ride east. Shortly before midday, you arrive at the ruins of an ancient church where a signpost, pointing to the east, says:
Vanamor—42 miles

You allow yourself a smile; with luck you could be inside the city walls by nightfall.

Later in the day you see a dust cloud approaching along the road. You magnify your vision and see a dozen armed horsemen clad in ragged uniforms of green and black. A sense of unease pervades your mind; these are the colours most often worn by Eldenoran soldiers. Trusting to your Kai instincts, you steer your horse off the trail and take cover among the trees of a nearby copse.

Pick a number from the Random Number Table.

If the number you have picked is 0–6, turn to 81.

If it is 7–9, turn to 229.

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Random!

Roll...8!

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Originally Posted by 229.

As the riders approach, your initial suspicions are confirmed: these are unquestionably Eldenoran brigands. Their saddle-cloths bear the emblem of their realm, and their steeds are laden with sacks and pouches that bulge with ill-gotten gains. You remain hidden until they have passed by, and then, to be doubly sure you wait until the dust of their horses’ hooves disappears beyond the horizon.

During your wait, unless your possess Grand Huntmastery, you must eat a Meal or lose 3 ENDURANCE points.

To continue, turn to 340.

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Disappointing z.z

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Originally Posted by 340.

You reach the city of Vanamor late in the evening, long after the sun has set beyond the western horizon. The guards at the west gate do not, at first, look kindly upon a travel-stained rider of unknown origin, but when you show them the Star of Palmyrion—the medal that their leader, the Elector Manatine, awarded you for your victory over the evil druids of Ruel—their cold attitude undergoes a dramatic change. The guard sergeant apologizes profusely and escorts you personally through the capital’s streets, past a well-ordered collection of dwellings and public buildings, to a grand palatial edifice in the city’s northern quarter. It is the Elector’s Hall—the seat of the Palmyrion republic.

Trumpets announce your arrival as you stride through the hall’s great arched doors. Senators and officials stop momentarily to stare; then their attentions return to their affairs of state which strike you as unusually urgent. It is almost midnight, yet the Elector’s Hall is a buzzing hive of activity. You meet with Elector Manatine in his War Room where he and his generals are poring over maps and battle reports. He welcomes you with a warm handshake but his countenance seems unusually dour and agitated. You are soon to learn why.

Turn to 121.

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‘It is good to see you again, Grand Master,’ he says, forcing a smile. ‘I was expecting you. I received word yesterday from Queen Evaine telling me of your urgent journey. Yet it is unfortunate that your visit should come at this time; I would have hoped to have given you the kind of welcome you truly deserve.’ The Elector then introduces you to his generals who acknowledge you with soldierly salutes.

‘As you can see, we are at war, Grand Master,’ he says, sweeping a hand over the maps which lie strewn across his state table. ‘The new ruler of Eldenora, a low-born blackguard by the name of Lutha who dares to adorn himself with the title “Prince of Duadon”, is attempting to seize our northern territories. We are locked in battle with his army of cut-throats near Holona and, though it pains me to have to admit this, we’re hard-pressed to contain his advance. This war has come without warning and we were ill-prepared. We have few reserves, insufficient to support the Holona garrison and to counter the many small units of Eldenoran horsemen who are ravaging our plains. This is a dark and testing time for us, Grand Master, but e’en so, I shall aid you all I can.’
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You learn that the Elector has already elicited, on your behalf, the help of High-Mayor Cordas of Casiorn. Cordas is reputedly the richest man in all of Magnamund. Manatine tells you that Cordas has ordered the construction of a sky-vessel to transport you swiftly to Sommerlund.

‘This craft is presently being built in Casiorn, and the High-Mayor has sent word that you should go there as quickly as you can. His teams of skilled artisans are working on the craft day and night, and he is confident that it will be completed in fifteen days’ time.’

In times of peace, you would expect the 850-mile ride to Casiorn to take little more than two weeks to complete. But peace, always a fragile state in the Stornlands, has been shattered by Prince Lutha’s unprovoked attack on Holona, a town through which you had hoped to travel. Anxiously, you ask the Elector how the war against Eldenora will affect your chances of reaching Casiorn swiftly.

‘Sadly, I cannot predict the future, Grand Master,’ he replies. ‘The war bodes ill for both our causes. However, I shall do what I am able to speed your journey onwards.’

The Elector motions to one of his guardsmen who turns and leaves the War Room. He soon returns with another soldier who wears the uniform of a captain.

If you have ever visited the Palmyrion military post at Stonewatch in a previous Lone Wolf adventure, turn to 204.

If you have not, turn to 84.

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Mi pare che non abbiamo incontrato sto tipo, quindi 84! (nel caso ditemelo che metto l'altro paragrafo)

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‘Grand Master, let me introduce you to Captain Cearmaine,’ says Elector Manatine, formally presenting the tough-looking officer to you. ‘I have chosen him to see you safely to Holona. He will do all he can to help you through the battle zone so that you may press on with your urgent journey to Casiorn.’

You recognize the captain’s name and recall having heard tales of his bravery during the Darklands War. His acts of heroism turned many battles to the favour of the Freeland Armies and earned him a respected reputation throughout Northern Magnamund. You could not have asked for a better man to escort you on the next, difficult stage of your vital journey.

He offers you his hand in friendship and you are mildly shocked when your fingers close around a palm crafted from cold steel.

‘A keepsake from the Battle of Vellino,’ he says, smiling at his metal hand. ‘Sadly, the first was stole away by a Drakkar’s axe.’

Turn to 130.

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Vellino :nod: E la mano metallica :nod:

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Elector Manatine permits you the use of his private chambers, which adjoin the War Room, where you are able to get a few hours’ sleep before dawn. Then, shortly after sunrise, you bid the Elector and his generals farewell and leave the city, with Captain Cearmaine, in a military coach bound for Holona. An escort of cavalry outriders accompany this armoured carriage in case you should meet unexpectedly with a unit of roving Eldenorans during your journey east. Thankfully, the journey proves swift and uneventful and, as the day is turning to dusk, you find yourself approaching the military outpost of Stonewatch.

You stay at this fort overnight and then continue on to Holona in the morning. For most of the journey you experience a sense of unease, a premonition that something is wrong, but it is not until you catch sight of the city, shortly before noon, that your fears are realized.

Turn to 157.

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Holona is in turmoil. The approach roads and outlying fields are littered with scores of broken wagons, dead horses, and the ruined impediments of war. Palmyrion soldiers sit dejectedly on the frost-hardened earth, their glazed eyes and bandaged limbs bearing grim testimony to the bitter fighting that is taking place just a few miles to the north. Battle-weary officers ride among these exhausted men, cursing and coaxing them in a half-hearted attempt to rally them to arms. Few heed their call.

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Illustration IX—The approach roads and outlying fields of Holona are littered with the ruins of war.

Inside the city walls the situation is tense. Every available dwelling is packed to overflowing with wounded soldiers, and the civilian populace, displaced from their homes by the army’s needs, wander the streets and alleyways in a state of shocked confusion, greatly adding to the chaos.

Captain Cearmaine orders his driver to the Canatarium, the largest of Holona’s municipal halls, where General Foucharl, the Palmyrion commander, has established his headquarters. On entering this crowded building, a young lieutenant rushes up to Cearmaine and informs him that his son has been wounded in the battle now raging at the Reloni Bridge.

‘I must go to him, Grand Master,’ he says, his voice choked with emotion. ‘I’m told that he has not long to live.’

If you wish to go with Captain Cearmaine to see his wounded son, turn to 289.

If you choose not to accompany him, turn to 307.

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Mmm che si fa :D?

Attiviamo la Gesù Cristo mode e andiamo a resuscitare Lazzaro.

con la sola imposizione delle mani!

Lazzaro alzati e vaffanculo!

Lazzarone!

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Originally Posted by 289.

You follow Cearmaine and the young lieutenant out of the Canatarium and along a crowded avenue towards a tented encampment in the city’s main park. Here, under a canvas awning, the captain finds his mortally wounded son being attended to by an army physician.

‘Will he pull through?’ asks Cearmaine, of the physician whose white surgical apron is stained deep crimson with the blood of all those he has attempted to save this day. The weary man does not answer—he simply shakes his head and leaves to attend yet another poor wretch who is crying out for him to end his suffering.

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Illustration XVII—‘Will he pull through?’ Cearmaine asks the physician.

Cearmaine’s son has a deep chest wound which, on closer inspection, you determine was made by a poisoned arrow. The physician has removed the shaft but the poison has long since entered the young man’s bloodstream. His life is fast ebbing away and you sense there is very little you can do to save him.

If you possess Deliverance and have reached the rank of Sun Knight or higher, turn to 164.

If you do not possess this skill, or if you have yet to attain this level of Kai Mastery, turn to 13.

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Poteri di Giasù!

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You focus your advanced Kai healing powers on the young man’s wound and cause the punctured tissues to knit together (reduce your ENDURANCE score by 3 points). Your treatment deadens his pain and revives him, but you know that this remission is but temporary; the poison in his blood is too strong and too well-established to be neutralized by your Kai powers.

Through clenched teeth, he forces himself to speak. You hear him tell his father that Prince Lutha’s army is being aided by a sinister group of Cener Druids and renegade Nadziranim magicians. Lutha himself possesses a ring of power, which bestows upon him an invulnerability to weapons. The boy says this ring must be taken from him if he is to be slain.

Gradually, the effects of your healing powers wear off and the brave young man slips into a sleep from which he will not awaken.

Turn to 255.

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NUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOvabbe.

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Cearmaine is overcome with grief by his son’s death. With trembling hands he takes the bloodstained tunic from beneath the young man’s head, unfolds it, and drapes it over his lifeless body. To your surprise, you note the insignia on the lapels are similar to those on Cearmaine’s uniform; his son held the rank of captain, the same as his father.

‘I must go to his regiment,’ he says, his voice wavering. ‘It is right and fitting that I take command of them now.’

After attending to the burial of his son, the grieving captain returns to the Canatarium to find out where his son’s regiment is stationed. He learns they are at the Reloni Bridge, at the very heart of the battle. Before he leaves, he thanks you for trying to save his son’s life and he suggests two routes by which you can reach the distant city of Casiorn from here.

The first route is the most direct, but it is also the most hazardous. It requires you to pass through the enemy lines at the Reloni Bridge, cross the southern tip of Eldenora, and then continue your journey north by way of the Slovarian Plain.

The second route will avoid the fighting at the Reloni Bridge, but it would mean having to pass through the city of Duadon—Prince Lutha’s stronghold.

(Consult the map before making your choice.)

If you choose to take the Reloni Bridge/Slovarian Plain route to Casiorn, turn to 271.

If you decide to take the Duadon/Rhem route instead, turn to 38.

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Dopo questa disfatta...dove vogliamo andare? Riposto la mappa per praticità

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Cearmaine l'avevamo già incontrato nel 13° libro.

passiamo per duadon, famo il culo a lutha e andiamo a salvare sommerlund

Abbiamo già perso troppo tempo a cazzeggiare around, via diretta + battaglia della madonna sul ponte is da way!

271

idem 271

Via diretta

Ok, non mi ricordavo di Cermaine :D Ecco il paragrafo che avremmo avuto se mi fossi ricordato!

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Originally Posted by 84.

‘Grand Master, let me introduce you to Captain Cearmaine,’ says Elector Manatine, formally presenting the tough-looking officer to you. ‘I have chosen him to see you safely to Holona. He will do all he can to help you through the battle zone so that you may press on with your urgent journey to Casiorn.’

You recognize the captain’s name and recall having heard tales of his bravery during the Darklands War. His acts of heroism turned many battles to the favour of the Freeland Armies and earned him a respected reputation throughout Northern Magnamund. You could not have asked for a better man to escort you on the next, difficult stage of your vital journey.

He offers you his hand in friendship and you are mildly shocked when your fingers close around a palm crafted from cold steel.

‘A keepsake from the Battle of Vellino,’ he says, smiling at his metal hand. ‘Sadly, the first was stole away by a Drakkar’s axe.’

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E ora...via al 271!

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‘Very well, Grand Master, if this is the way you choose to proceed with your journey, then you are welcome to ride with me.’

You accept Cearmaine’s offer and, within the hour, you and he are on the road once more, this time riding north on horseback towards the battle that is raging at the Reloni Bridge. When you are three miles from the river you can see the night sky lit up by the fires of war. At two miles, the sounds of singing steel and dying men can be heard on the wind. At a mile distant, you see fields littered with the wounded and dying recently evacuated from the front, and regiments of young Palmyrion reserves nervously awaiting their turn to go forward. And when at last you catch sight of the bridge itself, your stomach churns as you witness the carnage being wrought there.

The bridge and the surrounding banks of the river are carpeted with dead and dying men, twisted into impossible shapes. Massive engines of war bombard the soldiers on both sides, raining fiery death and destruction upon their heads. You have seen many battles in your time, but none to rival the savagery of the conflict that is unfolding here.

Cearmaine catches hold of a young lieutenant whose face is covered with dried blood. Part of his scalp has been sliced away but he seems unaware of his gaping wound. Cearmaine barks a question and the man answers him by pointing to a regiment of pikemen stationed on a distant hill.

‘There stand the Black Ravens—my son’s men. I must away now, Grand Master, so I bid you farewell. The enemy have been repulsed this last hour and are gathering themselves for their next attack. If you are determined to cross the water to their side, you should attempt it now, before they advance again.’ Cearmaine turns his horse about and makes ready to ride off. ‘By the gods, Grand Master, you are brave to have chosen this road home!’ he says, saluting you. ‘I wish you luck—may Kai and Ishir keep you safe. Farewell, my friend. Farewell!’

As the captain gallops away, you look with mounting dread at the slaughter. To cross the river by the bridge is impossible; the only ways across are either upstream to the north, or downstream to the south. To the north you see a dense wall of trees on the far bank, which, judging by the number of arrow-struck bodies lying nearby, you hazard is full of enemy archers. To the south, the far shore is a mass of heavily fortified trenches filled to overflowing with Eldenoran assault troops.

If you wish to attempt to cross the river north of the bridge, turn to 70.

If you decide to try a crossing to the south of the bridge, turn to 181.

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Dilemma geografico! Nord o Sud :D?

Hai ripostato il paragrafo dove non lo conosciamo, era il 204 quello giusto.

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At once you recognize the captain: it is Cearmaine, the brave hero of the Darklands War, who guided you to Stonewatch and the Forest of Ruel during your quest to thwart the Cener Druids, two years previously.

‘Hail, Grand Master!’ he says, his battle-scarred face beaming with delight. ‘I am pleased to have been chosen by the Elector to escort you north to Holona.’

‘Well met, captain,’ you reply, shaking his steel hand. ‘I could not have wished for a better travelling companion.’

Turn to 130.

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Ao non lo volevo postare

:deskflip:

Io dico nord :nod:

Sud,spiaggia,mare acqua ---> istadeath :nod:

se veniamo da ovest il nord è alla nostra sinistra, quindi go nord

Nord!

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You ride to a barricade that is within twenty yards of the river’s edge. To the astonishment of the soldiers who are sheltering here from a hail of fire bombs and arrows, you leap from your horse and sprint headlong towards the river. The moment you hit the freezing water, you stay submerged as you begin the long swim to the opposite bank.

Pick a number from the Random Number Table.

If the number you have picked is 0–5, turn to 163.

If it is 6–9, turn to 125.

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On reaching the far bank, you use the corpses that litter the shoreline for cover. You wait here, absolutely motionless, for nearly fifteen minutes before crawling from the water and slithering on your stomach into the wood which commands this stretch of the river bank. Your stealth and your Kai camouflage skills keep you hidden from the watchful eyes of the Eldenoran archers who infest these trees, but they do not fool their keen-nosed war-dogs. You have barely reached the tree-line when they begin to bark and howl.

If you possess Animal Mastery, turn to 47.

If you do not possess this Grand Master Discipline, turn to 156.

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Niente Animal Mastery!

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Originally Posted by 156.

The cry of the war-dogs grows steadily louder until the Eldenoran archers let them off the leash. Then, like a wave of hellish demons, the yellow-eyed hounds come bounding through the trees, homing-in directly on your scent. The leading war-dog, a great grey beast with teeth that glint like polished daggers, storms through the foliage less than twenty yards from where you are crouching. It fixes you with its gruesome stare and turns towards you.

If you possess a Bow and wish to use it, turn to 341.

If you do not, turn to 142.

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Abbiamo un'arco :D Vogliamo usarlo? :D

Noi non abbiamo un arco...

Abbiamo LO ARCO, proveniente direttamente dall'Iperuranio e rappresentante di tutt ciò che di Arcoso può esserci in natura.

E non abbiamo paura ad usarlo

*immagine di Mazinga che spara un pugno a razzo*

(la scrivo così Jesper capisce cos'è :sneer: )