[LUPO SOLITARIO] Libro IX: The Cauldron of Fear

[Kaluisurrr]

buttiamo l'argento e prendiamo una flask of boza

[-=Rho=-]

credevo che quel pass che abbiamo , fosse gia questo ultimo item , quindi che cazzo e' ?

comunque prendimo il booze e buttiamo un pasto che ne abbiamo a fottere , l'argento teniamolo che a fine avventura ci famo la dentatura sburra , e diamo dei soldi a sti mendicanti


edit: se non ricordo male c'e' una dele illustrazioni piu' derp di sto libro in arrivo , meno male che qualcuno aveva detto che gli uomini iniziamo a sembrare degli esseri umani

[Defender]

Uppo il mastro pecoraio!

[Jesper]

Ok, compriamo un po' di booze e buttiamo 1 dei mille pasti

E facciamo la carità!

Il Pass è del libro scorso anche quello!

Deduct from your Action Chart however many Gold Crowns (or Lune) you wish to give to the poor villagers.

If you give them three Gold Crowns (twelve Lune) or more, turn to 28.

If you give them less than three Gold Crowns, turn to 235.

Siamo praticamente full, direi che 3 corone possiamo permettercele...

The wretched beggars are overjoyed at your generosity and their grimy faces beam with delight as quickly they share out your coins. An old crone tugs at your sleeve and points with a crooked finger towards a small wooden hut set apart from the rest. She says it is the home of their shaman, the village holy-man. She offers to take you to him to receive a blessing.

If you wish to go with the old woman, turn to 180.

If you decide to decline her offer and leave the village, turn to 52.

Andiamo dal santone o ce la smolliamo?

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Lupo Solitario, Kai Tutelary

CS: 34 (Sommerswerd +8, Silver Helm +2, Shield +2, Mindblast +2, +3 Weaponmastery, +1 Solaris, +1 Fire)

EP: 39/39 (Padded Leather Waistcoat +2 EP, Chainmail +4, +3 Solaris, +3 Light, +2 Fire)

Discipline Magnakai
- Pathmanship
- Invisibility
- Huntmastery
- Curing
- Animal Control
- Weaponmastery (Sword, Bow, Dagger, Spear, Mace, Axe)

Circoli completati
- Circle of Solaris (+1CS, +3EP)
- Circle of Light (+3EP)
- Circle of Fire (+1 CS, +2 EP)

Weapons (2): Axe, Spear

Backpack (8): Rope, Meal, Meal, Meal, Meal, Booze, Laumpspur (cura 4 EP), Argento

Special Items (12): Sommerswerd!, Dagger of Vashna, Silver Bow of Duadon, Padded Leather Waistcoat (+2 EP), Firesphere, Silver Helm (+2 CS), Chainmail (+4 EP), Shield (+2 CS), Quiver (6), Pass, Fireseeds (3), Invitation

Money (50): 46


MORTOMETRO: VII
- 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)
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[Defender]

A sto punto andiamoci, tanto ci farà il solito pistolotto sul fatto che siamo i predestinati a sconfiggere i malvagissimi signori del maleehhh

[-=Rho=-]

andiamo dall'uomo uccello

[Kaluisurrr]

instadeath incoming


vedono che siamo dei ricconi, ci deruberanno e ci faranno stuprare da un orda di giak incalliti

[Bortas]

Andiamo a morire dalla megera 180

[Tibù]

namo a sentire che dice

[Jesper]

Buongiorno Magnamund!

With a bony fist she raps loudly on the door of the hut. Inside, a croaky voice bids you enter and she tugs at your sleeve impatiently, urging you into the foul-smelling hovel. Seated on a threadbare carpet, and surrounded by what appear to be heaps of chicken bones, is a scrawny old man dressed completely in feathers. He has a long, pointed nose and a stubbly grey beard which grows to just below his beady bloodshot eyes. The crone kneels and whispers in his ear before bowing and leaving the hut. As the door swings shut the shaman scoops up a handful of bones, closes his eyes, and, with a sound like a flock of startled gulls, casts them in the air. After a full minute of chanting and waving his hands, the old man opens his eyes and looks down on the bones which lie scattered on the beaten earth floor.

‘You have many enemies, Northlander,’ he says, his hook-like fingers tracing patterns around the bones, ‘powerful enemies. They plot to prevent you from walking your chosen path, for that path will lead to their destruction. There is one who will tell you that he is a friend. You must not trust this one. There is treachery in his heart.’


Illustration XI—Seated on the threadbare carpet is a scrawny old man dressed completely in feathers.

The old man closes his eyes and lowers his head, as if he has fallen suddenly into a deep trance. You try to awaken him but he does not respond, and eventually you decide to take your leave. You feel unsettled by the encounter, but when you return to Banedon you make light of the incident and suggest that you continue without further delay.

Turn to 52.

Comunque facciamo tesoro della sua profezia. Chi sarà questo falso "amico"?

As the hour of noon approaches, the rutted highway of khaki-coloured earth rises gently towards a flat-topped house near the horizon. Outside, at the entrance, is a three-legged stand erected over a fire made of ghorkas’ dung. A battered tin pot full of soup hangs from the crotch of the stand, and a group of farm hands stand in line waiting for the muddy liquid to boil. The smell of the fire is awful, and it has to be blown on ceaselessly to prevent it from going out. Close to the house is a dirt track, which branches off the main highway and disappears to the west. A signpost, its wood cracked and twisted, points along the track. It reads:
TAHOU—95 MILES

If you have the Magnakai Discipline of Pathsmanship, turn to 96.

If you wish to follow the track, turn to 187.

If you wish to question the farm hands, turn to 252.

If you decide to continue along the highway, turn to 318.

Pathmanship, come sempre, è meglio della guida Michelin

Immediately you sense that the signpost is pointing in the wrong direction. Tahou lies to the north, yet this signpost is pointing towards the River Churdas in the west.

If you wish to ignore the signpost and continue along the highway, turn to 318.

If you wish to question the farm hands, turn to 252.

Mmm, misterioso! Che si fa ?

[-=Rho=-]

252

[Defender]

*abbassa il finestrino*
"Scusi, signora! Per Tahou, vado bene di qua? La stazione di servizio più vicina? "

252 se non fosse chiaro :P

[Kat]

252

[Kaluisurrr]

252

[Tibù]

252