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

[Sturm]

Dovrebbe essere : 3 - 6 - 3

[Xangar]

363

[-=Rho=-]

un libro con 3 mila pagine manco la treccani

[Kaluisurrr]

e 363 sia

[Jesper]

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.

Tutti rimandati in geografia a parte Bortas !

‘That’s it!’ exclaims Banedon, stabbing his finger at a map of the Dry Main that covers his chart table. ‘One hundred and fifteen miles due west of Bir Rabalou; one hundred and fifteen miles due south of the oasis of Bal-loftan.’ He picks up a quill pen and marks the spot. ‘The Tomb of the Majhan.’

You study the map and ponder the miles of desolation separating you from your goal. Banedon notices your look of dismay and quickly tries to put your mind at ease.

‘Fear not, Lone Wolf—we’ll be there before the dawn.’

You smile at his confidence, but it is not the actual journey that worries you—your concern is what you may or may not find upon your arrival.

Turn to 320.

Dawn is breaking on the horizon of a low hill, blurred and dotted with small tufted trees. Swiftly the Skyrider has voyaged through the night to arrive at the foothills of the Koneshi Mountains, in whose folds the skyship is safely tucked away from watchful eyes. Twenty-five miles to the north, across a landscape of barren rock and dry brush, lies the Tomb of the Majhan.



You and Banedon set off before the dawn, anxious not to waste either time or the protective cover of darkness. Now, as the great golden disc of the sun rises in the sky, for the first time you can see your goal. A massive excavation has exposed the heart of this scorched land, delving deep around the tombs of its forgotten ancestors. Thousands of Giaks, spiteful and malicious servants of the Darklords, labour unceasingly to remove rock and sand from this quarry, forced by Drakkarim to drag their backbreaking loads up ramps to the rim of the crater.

Close to the edge of the crater, an encampment of black tents surrounds a large domed canopy. Lying in the shade of this construction is a huge flying creature—an Imperial Zlanbeast. Its presence here can only mean one thing: Darklord Haakon has arrived. The thought chills your blood, but you draw comfort from the labour of his slaves. That they continue to labour is a sign that their mission has yet to be completed: the Book of the Magnakai has yet to be found.

It is impossible to approach the crater unseen; you will have to wait for darkness before you attempt to enter the Tomb. During the long wait, it is agreed that Banedon should attempt to find Tipasa. It is likely that he is being held captive inside the encampment—the Darklords would be unlikely to kill him before discovering the treasure they seek.

During the day, you must eat a Meal or lose 3 ENDURANCE points. (You may not use Hunting if required to eat a Meal in the middle of this wasteland.) Make the necessary adjustments to your Action Chart.

Turn to 286.

Niente Meal, quindi subiamo 3 EP di danno!

Bademon è geloso delle sue merendine

As night falls, your desperate quest begins. The Giaks pose few problems that you cannot overcome with your warrior skills, for they have been overworked to the point of exhaustion. Only the Drakkarim show any sign of vigilance, but even then, there are less than a dozen patrolling the entire crater. Not until you reach the main entrance to the Tomb do you encounter any real difficulty.

A Drakkar stands on guard, his cruel eyes glinting behind his twisted iron death-mask. Occasionally, he diverts his attention from the watch to take a drink from a water flask.

If you have the Kai Discipline of Mind Over Matter, turn to 214.

If you do not have this skill, turn to 239.

Abbiamo Mind over Matter!

You focus your skill on a nearby spade, willing the spade handle to rattle against the wheelbarrow in which it rests. It only takes a few seconds for the vigilant Drakkarim sentry to leave his post and investigate the noise. By the time he returns, you are inside the Tomb of the Majhan.

Turn to 395.

Il trucco Jedi più vecchio del mondo!

As far as the eye can see, a long, straight, sandstone corridor slopes away into the distance. Torches crackle and sputter on the walls, illuminating the pictograms engraved in the yellow stone.

At regular intervals, rough-edged slabs protrude into the main corridor. You stop to take a close look at one of these slabs and the floor beneath it and come to a frightening conclusion. They are obviously traps, no doubt set off by the Giaks when they cleared this corridor of sand. Rather than instructing the Giaks to avoid them, the Darklords must have deliberately used their slaves to set them off. Once the traps had been sprung, the squashed bodies were cleared away and the slabs chiselled through to the next section. Pit traps in the floors seem to have been neutralized in the same way. Set off by luckless Giaks, they would have been filled in with the dead bodies and levelled off with sand. The thought of this heartless barbarity fills you with revulsion.

Just over a mile along the corridor, you eventually arrive at a large stone door. The stone surround bears evidence of chisel-work, but the door itself is rock solid.

You notice a faint beam of light descending from a hole in the ceiling. It creates a small circular pool of light, a little to one side of a similar hole in the floor. In the wall near to the door there is a triangular indentation, no larger than a Gold Crown.

If you possess a Prism, turn to 233.

If you possess a Blue Stone Triangle, turn to 245.

If you have neither of these items, turn to 298.

Lol, abbiamo buttato il Blue Stone Triangle, ma fortunatamente abbiamo un Prism!

Holding the Prism in the centre of the beam, you divert the light towards the hole in the floor. You hear the sound of stone grating on stone as the door slowly opens to reveal a large chamber. It is dimly lit, but in the dust that covers the marble floor you can see footprints too numerous to count. As you enter, you suddenly catch sight of a rough stone throne, facing the wall on the far side of the chamber. Behind you the door slides shut with unnerving speed.

Turn to 289.

E siamo dentro!

The throne begins to revolve. A terrible howling fills your ears, changing almost instantaneously to the growling of a harsh guttural language, the like of which you have never heard before. Words and sounds that the mouths of men could never be shaped to speak roll through the chamber like thunder. It is the dark tongue, spoken by Haakon, Lord of Aarnak, Darklord of Helgedad.

He rises from the throne, the ghastly voice still echoing from his unnatural mouth. A spiked fist opens to reveal a glowing stone; blue flame smoulders around its surface, and you can feel the currents of power that radiate from its core. Suddenly, his words change and you hear a tongue you know so well—Sommlending.

‘Look on your doom, Kai Lord!’

There is a deafening crack, a surge of power, and a fireball of blue flame hurtles towards your head.

If you possess the Sommerswerd, turn to 311.

If you do not have this Special Item, turn to 219.

OH cazzo .-. Fortunatamente la Sommerswerd è in grado di assorbire qualunque magia!

You raise your golden sword just in time to deflect the bolt of raw energy. It screams from your blade and explodes into the chamber wall, gouging a hole several feet deep in the steel-hard rock. The impact jars the Sommerswerd from your hand; the blade arcs through the dust-choked air and embeds itself, upright, in the stone floor. You roll across the floor and take cover behind a pillar.

‘Your doom, Kai Lord,’ spits Haakon, ‘is but seconds away.’

If you wish to retrieve the Sommerswerd, turn to 278.

If you wish to try to move to a new hiding place, under cover of the swirling dust, turn to 350.

If you wish to stay where you are, turn to 230.

Ok, siamo davanti a un incazzatissimo Darklord sparapalledifuoco e la nostra spada antimagie ci è cascata di mano :/

Che si fa?

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Lupo Solitario, Kai Savant

CS: 29 (Sommerswerd +8, Silver Helm +2, Shield +2, Mindblast +2)

EP: 31/31 (Padded Leather Waistcoat +2 EP, Chainmail +4)

Discipline
Healing
Mindshield
Camouflage
Hunting
Sixth Sense
Tracking
Animal Kinship
Mind Over Matter
Mindblast

Weapons (2): Bone Sword, Warhammer

Backpack (8): Rope, Graveweed Potion (veleno), Lampspur (cura 4 EP), Prism, Hourglass, Small Silver Comb, Bottle of Kourshah (cura 4 EP)

Special Items (12): Sommerswerd!, Dagger of Vashna, Padded Leather Waistcoat (+2 EP), Firesphere, Silver Helm (+2 CS), Brass Whistle, Chainmail (+4 EP), Shield (+2 CS), Galeor's Key, Jeweled Mace, Stone Effigy

Money (50): 45


MORTOMETRO: V
- 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)

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[-=Rho=-]

230 !

[SharTeel]

la spadah! 278.

[Tibù]

278

[-=Rho=-]

dai cazzo e' palese che se andiamo a prendere la spada ci fragga

[Earenia]

278 spadah

[Kaluisurrr]

cerchiamo cover, 350

[Kat]

350 ci hiddiamo per poi cercare di riprendere la spada.

[Defender]

350, sperando che le ventordici discipline Kai che abbiamo servano a qualcosa >_

[Bortas]

Cover 350

[Sturm]

Piuttosto muoio col culo che friccica di fumo,ma la spada la dovranno "togliere dalle fredde mani del mio cadavere" (cit.) 278