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

[Bortas]

Macchè festa! GLI FACCIAMO IL CULO!!!

[Jesper]

Silenziosi come la foca monaca (?) li seguiamo!

They have covered only a few hundred yards when the last rider turns to check on Cyrilus who is beginning to slip from his saddle. You pull off the highway to try to hide, but you are seen entering the trees and a shout rings out: ‘He’s there!’ The rumble of hooves warns you that the riders are returning.

If you have a Bow and wish to open fire as they rush past, turn to 20.

If you would rather prepare to fight by other means, turn to 203.

Vecchio di merda

Ok, sfreccioliamo, o andiamo in mischia (o negli "other means" che Dever si immaginerà per noi? Magari una sfida canora?)

[Rise-the-Sky]

Abbiamo appena vinto l'arco diddio...è tempo di testarlo e shottare sta banda di minchiette

[Faz]

Usiamo L'arco diddio!!!!

[Sturm]

Sfrecciamo come se non ci fosse un domani!

[Bortas]

Frecciamo 20 poi alla pugna con in god mode con la spada incazzatissima

[Defender]

GO!

[-=Rho=-]

sia mai che li prendiamo a pisellate in faccia , sono curioso , other means~

[Kaluisurrr]

go di arco cristoddio!

tanto la pagina è la stessa, 20, go

[Jesper]

Abbiamo un Arco e vogliamo Usarlo.

Your ambush catches the enemy by surprise, making them panic and fly in all directions. At such close range your Arrow pierces the chainmailed chest of the rider holding Cyrilus’ horse and kills him instantly. (Remember to deduct an Arrow from your Action Chart.) As he tumbles to the ground, you break cover, exploding through the bushes and scooping the reins from the dead man’s horse. Angry shouts echo in your wake as you take off along the highway with the wizard and his horse by your side.

Turn to 188.

Ahaha, Grand Theft Horse, again!

Your immediate peril stops you dwelling too much on the reason why these riders should try to abduct Cyrilus. However, it does occur to you that he is neither wealthy nor powerful and so a poor prospect for a rich ransom.


Illustration XII—On a charger as black as midnight sits a scar-faced young man.

As you reach the bottom of the wooded crag, a stone church and graveyard loom into view at a point where the highway turns sharply to the west. Blocking the road, on a charger as black as midnight, sits a scar-faced young man. His eyes, set in a white and disfigured face, burn with a cold dark glow. You recognize him immediately. It is Roark, the lordling you defeated at the Barrel Bridge Tavern.

If you possess a Silver Brooch, turn to 31.

If you do not have this Special Item, turn to 14.

E' nuovamente Roark, Highborn of Salcazzo!

Suddenly, the riders appear and spread out in a semicircle to surround you. ‘We have a debt to settle, Northlander,’ hisses Roark, his lips drawn back from his teeth in a contemptuous sneer. ‘I demand payment in full!’

Madness flashes in his glaring eyes as he removes an amulet from around his neck and holds it high in the air.

‘Come, come Tagazin, I summon thee. From the pit of eternal pain, I summon thee!’

The skin on your arms and neck prickles with dread at the sound of Roark’s terrible invocation, and you cast your eyes around you for an escape route. Only the churchyard offers a way past Roark and his men, but as you spur your horse through the stone gateway, you are suddenly frozen with terror by what you see before you.

Turn to 270.

Ok, Roark aveva altre cose in serbo (oltre al pranzo al sacco e l'album calciatori panini 81-82) sotto l'enorme parapacco

Above the church, a whirlpool of darkness is taking form, casting a tomb-like chill on everything beneath. Frost crystallizes on the grass and flowers, and a terrible sound fills the air as the earth begins to shake. Cracks appear in the ground beneath you and suddenly a score of fleshless hands burst through the frozen soil to grab your horse. Shrieking with terror, it rears up and you are thrown into the waiting arms of the waking dead.


Illustration XVI—You are thrown into the arms of the waking dead.

Undead Summonation: COMBAT SKILL 18 ENDURANCE 35

Due to the surprise of the attack, deduct 2 points from your COMBAT SKILL for the first two rounds of combat, unless you have the Magnakai Discipline of Huntmastery. The undead are immune to Psi-surge and Mindblast. Also, unless you possess the Magnakai Discipline of Nexus, you must deduct 2 ENDURANCE points for every round of combat you fight, due to the intense cold. If you wield the Sommerswerd in this combat, you may double all ENDURANCE point losses inflicted upon your enemy.

If you win the combat, turn to 326.

Grazie alla Sommerswerd e ad Huntmastery dovremmo fare carne di porco dei non morti in breve...e meno male, perchè non abbiamo Nexus!

COMBAT RATING: +12

Roll...9
Lupo Solitario -0 (-2)
Undead Summocosi INSTAKILLATI! x2

As you destroy the last of the fleshless skeletons, you see that the struggle has spread beyond the walls of the churchyard. From the depths of an open crypt, a shambling mass of zombies are hurling themselves at the riders, tearing the terrified warriors from their saddles. Roark’s summonation has gone horribly out of control; no living creature is safe from the terror he has unleashed.

The lordling turns and gallops away in blind panic, leaving his followers to their grisly deaths. As he disappears, the swirling funnel of darkness slowly fades, and the undead stagger and fall, crumbling into dust, which is carried away on the evening breeze.

You rush to the aid of the old magician, who lies, mortally wounded, pinned beneath the body of his dead horse. As you cradle his head in your hands, his eyes flicker and open and he forces a whisper from his blood-flecked lips:

‘Brass…Street…’

If you have the Magnakai Discipline of Curing, turn to 216.

If you do not possess this skill, turn to 46.

A) Roark è un coglione
B) La Death Aura potrebbe aver interferito

E non abbiamo Curing...

A trickle of blood seeps from the corner of the old man’s mouth as his eyes flicker and close. He is dead. You bury him in the graveyard of the church where he fell and say a silent prayer to the spirits of the Kai to watch over him on his final journey. A sadness fills your heart, and you take one last look at the oaken staff that marks his grave before setting off on the highway to Varetta.

Turn to 168.

Alas, poor vecio, we hardly knew thee. Però, ci ha dato un'indizio nondimeno.

It is nearly dark when you catch sight of a tavern on the road ahead. Two guttering torches set into rusty brackets illuminate the sign nailed above the door:
THE HALFWAY INN

You recognize the name of the tavern that Cyrilus spoke of this morning, and it grieves you that he is not here to accompany you. Distant thunder rumbles through the hills as you stable your horse and enter the welcoming warmth of the taproom. The tavern is alive with the chatter of merchants, the clink of glasses, and the crackle of a blazing fire. The centre of the room is dominated by a small stage on which a conjurer is performing his tricks to the delight of the customers.

If you wish to stand and watch the conjurer, turn to 199.

If you wish to enquire about a room for the night, turn to 253.

Guardiamo lo spettacolo di magia per rinfrancarci? 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 (4), Silver Bow of Duadon,

Money (50): 32


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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[Kat]

199

[Bortas]

Vediamoci lo spettacolo un pò di relax oggi che abbiamo menato duro 199

[Sturm]

Si nasconde qualcosa dietro il maghetto,imho guardiamo che succederà sicuramente qualcosa di interessante 199!
Comunque la death aura è veramente imba

[Jesper]

Spettacolo di magia, necromanzia e prestidigitazione!

Having removed a bunch of flowers from the ear of a startled merchant and a clucking hen from the petticoat of the merchant’s wife, the flamboyantly dressed conjurer calls for silence from his cheering audience before announcing his next trick. Two children shuffle onto the stage, their bodies and faces completely hidden by long black gowns that are tied at their foreheads. Only their hair, blond and black is visible.

‘I’m a boy,’ says the one with black hair.

‘I’m a girl,’ says the one with blond hair, the voice identical to the first.

The conjurer steps forward and says that they are a boy and a girl but at least one of them is lying. He asks which is which and invites the audience to bet on the answer.

If you wish to bet on this conundrum, turn to 245.

If you do not wish to gamble and would rather approach the bar and enquire about a room for the night, turn to 253.

Mmm, vogliamo puntare su qual'è la risposta corretta? O non ce ne frega niente?

[-=Rho=-]

245