[LET'S PLAY] Lupo Solitario - Nostalgia, nostalgia canaglia: il ritorno

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248

[Kat]

Ma non si puo andare a sto cazzo di Bunga Market? Lo sappiamo dove sta sto Tipasa.
Oppure siamo gia nel market?

[Defender]

In teoria siamo lì, quindi chiederei info

[Jesper]

A small, heavy-set merchant is hawking his wares from a stall set close to the archway. His small, beady eyes twinkle from beneath a ridiculously outsized turban. As you approach, he launches himself at you, desperately trying, with a flood of wild claims, to persuade you to buy his obviously inferior goods. He looks surprised when you interrupt him with your question. ‘Tipasa?’ he answers. ‘Yes, I know where he lives.’

He holds up a gaudy waistcoat of pink and orange sackcloth and offers it to you. ‘It would make a worthy gift for your esteemed friend,’ he suggests, his eyes continually glancing at your Belt Pouch. ‘Only 5 Gold Crowns, master.’

You realize you will first have to purchase this ridiculous garment before the merchant will tell you where Tipasa lives.

If you wish to buy the waistcoat, pay the man 5 Gold Crowns and turn to 328.

If you do not want to buy the waistcoat or cannot afford to pay him 5 Gold Crowns, turn to 274.

Paghiamo l'infido moro?

[Kaluisurrr]

e diamogli 5 corone a sto barbone

[Sturm]

Mah, sarei più propenso a sgozzare il moro... Visto che le crown non ci sono servite a nulla per ora, spendiamole e avvantagiamoci! 328!

[Kat]

Paghiamo la mazzetta.

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328

[Defender]

Ci sto, facciamo girare l'economia e mettiamo mano al portafogli!

[Lupoazzurro]

e diamogli sta bustarella va...

[Bortas]

328 damogli 2 lire

[Xangar]

paghiamo la mazzetta, 328

[Jesper]

Portiamo prosperità a questi poveracci!

The merchant’s face beams with joy as he pockets your gold. Deduct this from your Action Chart.

‘The first alley on the left past the stables,’ he says. ‘He lives in the house with the blue door.’

You hurry across the crowded marketplace towards the stables and enter the street beyond. As you turn into the rubbish-strewn alley, you see the blue door facing you at the end of the passage.

Turn to 206.

There is no reply to your first knock. You are about to knock again when the door opens a few inches and the red-rimmed eyes of an old woman stare out from the darkness. ‘Banedon!’ she exclaims, her voice hoarse and shaky. ‘Thank the gods it is you.’

She ushers you both inside and locks the door. The house is sparsely furnished, and what little is there is either damaged or broken. ‘They have taken him, Banedon, they have taken my husband—the men with the faces of the dead. Ten days ago. They came like shadows in the night.’

She breaks down, her frail body wracked by sobs. Banedon comforts her as best he can, but you sense he shares her bitter loss. The Drakkarim have taken Tipasa, of that there is little doubt. By now they will have made him tell everything he knows about the Tomb of the Majhan.

‘We will find him, I promise,’ says Banedon, wiping the tears from the old woman’s face, ‘but you must try to help us if you can. Tipasa always kept a diary of his travels—do you have it still?’

A flicker of hope shines in the old woman’s eyes. ‘Yes, it is here. He told me to hide it when the evil men came for him.’

She kneels at an empty fireplace and prises a loose brick from the chimney; a leather-bound book drops from its hiding place into her hand. She gives it to Banedon who studies the yellowed pages, his face lined in thought. You notice that the book is full of cryptic symbols, numbers, and pictograms.

‘They are drawn by the night stars,’ says Banedon, tracing his finger along the astronomical drawings. ‘They hold the secret, I know, but without my star charts we cannot hope to find the tomb. We must return to the Skyrider at first light. There I shall be able to make some sense of this book.’



Turn to 331.

You have little sleep that night as you lie thinking about the quest that lies before you, haunted by the fear that the Darklords may already have found the Book of the Magnakai.

You rise before dawn and breakfast on a meal of sheep’s butter and dried milk cake, before bidding farewell to Tipasa’s wife. The trek back to the Skyrider passes uneventfully, and by noon you have reached the rocky crag where the craft is moored. Nolrim is the first to greet you, but he cannot hide his disappointment that you have returned unaccompanied.

‘Do not worry—the answer lies here,’ says Banedon, holding up Tipasa’s diary. ‘Prepare to set sail.’

As the Skyrider rises into the clear blue sky, Banedon hands over the helm to Nolrim and bids you follow him to his quarters at the prow. For three hours he pores over his charts, making calculations, checking instrument readings, and racking his brain for the solution that will pinpoint the Tomb of the Majhan.

‘It’s no use,’ he says, tired and exasperated. ‘I cannot fathom these numbers.’

As you peer at the pages of Tipasa’s diary, suddenly you realize that they are written in code. What Banedon had assumed to be positions of stars is a code to three numbers that give the precise location of the Tomb.

Consult the map to help you discover the location of the Tomb of the Majhan.

The first of the three numbers is equal to the number of oases on the trail between Ikaresh and Bir Rabalou. The second number is equal to the number of cities in Vassagonia. The third number is equal to the number of islands off the coast of Cape Kabar.

When you have broken the code, write the numbers in order and turn to the entry number that they indicate.

Quest'enigma non ha alcun senso lol A meno che i tizi che han costruito la mappa sapessero in anticipo il numero di città che i loro discendenti avrebbero costruito

Comunque sia, qual'è la risposta?

La mappa

[Bortas]

363 o 373 ho considerato città solo quelle con la bandierina, ma forse c'è ne sta una al confine nord dove non c'era spazio per la bandierina.

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363 ^^^^^ idem come bortas