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

[Jesper]

joiniamo i giannizzeri al 125

The soldiers are swilling ale and reminiscing about their campaigns with wild exaggeration. They are brash and loud, but an uneasy silence quickly falls when they see you approach. You notice that their hands are no longer grasping mugs of ale; they now rest upon the hilts of their heavy-bladed swords.



If you decide to offer to buy them a drink, turn to 30.

If you wish to ask permission to join them, turn to 260.

If you choose to ignore them and would rather take a seat elsewhere and order some food, turn to 172.

Offriamo un drink ai giannizzeri, o facciamo gli educati? O li sfanculiamo?

[Rise-the-Sky]

Se son soldati apprezzeranno sicuramente + da bere che le buone maniere dunque 30

[Bortas]

172

[-=Rho=-]

30

[Defender]

Un giannizzero che beve è un giannizzero felice!

Se poi la birra è offerta, la felicità è doppia! E anche le info ottenute...

30

[Sturm]

Mbriacamoli fino al midollo,poi si estorcono le info,poi li uccidiamo e buttiamo i cadaveri sul fuoco per arrostirli prima di mangiarli

30

[Kaluisurrr]

30

[Jesper]

Mbriacamoli fino al midollo,poi si estorcono le info,poi li uccidiamo e buttiamo i cadaveri sul fuoco per arrostirli prima di mangiarli

The three men exchange wary glances before offering you a seat. A pock-marked warrior snaps his fingers and shouts across the crowded hall: ‘Wench! Four flagons of ale!’

Beer is drawn into four large earthenware vessels, each of which holds half a gallon of ale. Staggering beneath their weight, the serving girl finally arrives and places the flagons on the table.

‘Eight Gold Crowns, sir,’ she says, breathlessly, the perspiration standing out on her freckled brow.

If you wish to pay for the ale, turn to 230.

If you cannot or do not want to pay for the ale, turn to 159.

Urg

Fare i fantastici ha il suo prezzo...ma come detto altrove, facciamo girare l'economia, che tanto abbiamo ancora quasi il massimo di Corone!

‘A toast to our gallant friend,’ cries the soldier with the pock-marked face. ‘Honour in battle!’ shouts the red-haired man to his left. ‘And a rich purse for the victor,’ retorts the other. They laugh heartily and raise the flagons to their lips. Their smiling faces are completely hidden by the jugs as they drink their fill. A full minute of silence passes before the three jugs are slammed to the table, emptied of ale.

The strong beer soon dissolves any guardedness, and they become very talkative about themselves. You take this opportunity to ask them what they know of the Lorestone of Varetta.

‘Legend,’ belches the red-head, ‘myth or legend.’ ‘Not so,’ interrupts Pock-face. ‘It’s real enough, but it was lost years ago. The Lorestone is magical—it holds a power that can turn an ordinary man into a king.’



On hearing this, the other soldiers snigger, but Pock-face ignores them and continues. ‘The Lorestone was once set into the throne of Lyris, at the Tower of the King in Varetta. Hundreds of years ago, during the War of the Lorestone, it was stolen by a Salonese prince called Kaskor. He set the stone upon a gold sceptre and used it in battle to inspire his followers. He believed that it made him invulnerable, but it was not so. He was killed in a battle on board his royal barge at Rhem, and the Lorestone was lost when it fell from his hand into the depths of the River Storn. However, that is not the end of the story. There are many tales about the sceptre having been found, but on the whole they have turned out to be fake or merely fanciful. The legend says whoever wields the Lorestone is the rightful ruler of all the Stornlands. For this reason above all others, the Lorestone is sought by many evil or unscrupulous men to further their dreams of power. If you wish to know more, you should go to Varetta. There are many learned men who have devoted their lives to the study of the Lorestone—the scholars and sages of Brass Street—they are the people to help you!’

You thank the soldier for his help and take your leave of the company.

If you now wish to order some food, turn to 172.

If you decide to go to the bar and enquire about a room for the night, turn to 232.

Dopo la birra passiamo al cibo (sperando che ci facciano sgozzare e cucinare i giannizzeri marinati nella birra come suggerito da Sturm)? O andiamo a letto?

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Lupo Solitario, Kai Master Superior

CS: 30 (Sommerswerd +8, Silver Helm +2, Shield +2, Mindblast +2, +1 Solaris)

EP: 34/34 (Padded Leather Waistcoat +2 EP, Chainmail +4, +3 Solaris)

Discipline Magnakai
- Pathmanship
- Invisibility
- Huntmastery

Circoli completati
- Circle of Solaris (+1CS +3EP)

Weapons (2): Bone Sword, Bow

Backpack (8): Rope, Lampspur (cura 4 EP), Meal

Special Items (12): Sommerswerd!, Dagger of Vashna, Padded Leather Waistcoat (+2 EP), Firesphere, Silver Helm (+2 CS), Chainmail (+4 EP), Shield (+2 CS), Jeweled Mace, Quiver (6)

Money (50): 39


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=-]

172

[Defender]

Li mortè che salasso

Boh a sto punto magnamo pure, che andiamo a letto senza cena?

172

[Bortas]

Ma si fottano gli scrocconi... 232

[Rise-the-Sky]

Entrando nella locanda ci ricordava che non avevamo mangiato tutto il giorno.

E quindi via verso una bisteccona alta 3 dita !

[Kaluisurrr]

go di fiorentina sommerlundiana

[Jesper]

Bistecca di capra a 30 Corone inc!

You choose a seat near the corner: one that is laid for dinner and offers a clear view of the hall. A serving girl soon appears carrying a platter laden with roasted meat, and she proceeds to stack a generous helping on your plate.

‘Two Gold Crowns, if you please, sir,’ she says, presenting an open hand bloodied by the food.

You pay (remember to deduct the Crowns from your Action Chart) and settle down to your feast. While you are eating, you are approached by the innkeeper. He is a fat, oily individual with small, piggish eyes.

‘My lad tells me that he’s tended to your mare—she’s in good ’ands ’ere—the best stables in all o’ Quarlen.’ The man shifts nervously from one foot to the other, as if he is uncomfortable in your presence. ‘You’ll be wantin’ a room, I take it?’

You finish a mouthful of food before nodding your reply. ‘You’re in luck, my friend,’ he answers, obviously relieved that you have turned out to be a paying guest. ‘We ’ave one room left—Room 17.’

He produces a plain iron key from his apron pocket and sets it down beside your plate. ‘That’ll be 3 Gold Crowns, sir—in advance.’ You pay the innkeeper and slip the key into your pocket.

Turn to 219.

E con la bisteccona e la stanza, sono altre 5 Corone. Lupo livin' large!

Suddenly, there is a mighty crash as the hall door is slammed shut. Into the tavern strides a black-browed young lordling, wearing a flamboyant costume of ebony and gold. He makes a ceremonious display of removing his velvet cloak and pompously demands food and wine, and it takes three serving girls and the innkeeper to see to his wishes. His manner is so insulting that you are not surprised to see the many scars that disfigure his young face. He must be continually provoking fights and duels.

The lordling chooses to seat himself at a table already occupied by a small, thin, inoffensive old man. Within seconds there is a thunderous outburst of foul language. The lordling grabs the old man by the throat, lifts him one-handedly from his seat, and hurls him to the floor. ‘You snivelling toad, how dare you sit with me!’ he bellows.


Illustration XIII—The lordling kicks back his chair and towers over the wretch.

Bewildered and frightened, the little man fumbles an apology, but to no avail. The lordling kicks back his chair and towers over the wretch, his hand clasped around the hilt of his sword. The tavern crowd view the scene with relish, like spectators at a Vassagonian arena, for the lordling clearly intends to kill the old man.

If you possess a Bow and wish to use it, turn to 301.

If you do not possess a Bow, turn to 78.

Come reagiamo di fronte a questo gigantesco parapacco?

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Lupo Solitario, Kai Master Superior

CS: 30 (Sommerswerd +8, Silver Helm +2, Shield +2, Mindblast +2, +1 Solaris)

EP: 34/34 (Padded Leather Waistcoat +2 EP, Chainmail +4, +3 Solaris)

Discipline Magnakai
- Pathmanship
- Invisibility
- Huntmastery

Circoli completati
- Circle of Solaris (+1CS +3EP)

Weapons (2): Bone Sword, Bow

Backpack (8): Rope, Lampspur (cura 4 EP), Meal

Special Items (12): Sommerswerd!, Dagger of Vashna, Padded Leather Waistcoat (+2 EP), Firesphere, Silver Helm (+2 CS), Chainmail (+4 EP), Shield (+2 CS), Jeweled Mace, Quiver (6)

Money (50): 34


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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[Bortas]

Arco e freccia tra gli occhi 301