Queda claro que al lagarto solo le falta tener conjuntivitiste mira con sus ojos dorados (bien, bien, raro pero bien)
with its green eyes (como?)
su mirada azulada (mira, estoy por preguntarle a mi mujer por los colores)
Jotavillano escribió: ↑03-Nov-2025, 23:46Queda claro que al lagarto solo le falta tener conjuntivitiste mira con sus ojos dorados (bien, bien, raro pero bien)
with its green eyes (como?)
su mirada azulada (mira, estoy por preguntarle a mi mujer por los colores)
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97.97.
You run away in the opposite direction from the beetle, then turn towards the steep slope leading to the upper terrace. Your frantic run causes you to fall into a bed of giant ferns. Apparently, these plants do not like being trampled on, and they shower you with spores that stick to your skin, corroding it deeply! Roll a die to find out how many Life points you lose, then get up and resume running. Go to 238.
238.238.
Despite your speed, your escape is short-lived: after a few metres, you realise that the beetle is still buzzing above your head. The presence of this large insect makes you really uncomfortable: you don't want it to give in to the temptation to try those sharp mandibles on your skull! Now you try to really shake it off! Roll two dice. If you roll 5 or less, go to 80. If you roll 6 or more, go to 482.
80.80.
You can run around all you want, but the insect is always right behind you! You turn around, gesturing wildly in a last attempt to chase it away, but you sprain your ankle and fall to the ground. Hidden in the bush in front of you is a porcupine, which does not like to be disturbed and hurls most of its quills at you: roll a die to see how many Life points you have lost! You decide to leave this poor animal alone and get up; the cumbersome golden beetle continues to circle around you. You don't know what to do, so you lower your arms. Go to 256.
256.256.
Putting on a brave face, you resign yourself to following this absurd insect. After all, you've been through worse during your adventures... although you have to admit that this situation is truly unusual! The beetle leads you past a row of white lilies, flies over a pink tamarind tree and stops in front of a ladder that you would never have found on your own. It seems to lead to the upper level of the hanging gardens. The giant insect waits until you are at the top, then takes flight and joins you on the third terrace of the gardens. You cross a series of vegetable gardens almost entirely occupied by medicinal plants, and finally the beetle lands at the foot of a large tree with extraordinarily wide branches. Go to 120.
120.120.
Here you are in front of this big tree, listening to this noisy beetle that never stops buzzing. You're tempted to ask yourself what you're doing here, but you sense a certain absurd logic in what's happening to you and decide to take action. 'Hey there! Kantum! I'm looking for Kantum the wise man! Hey, herbalist!“ You hear your voice echoing all around you. You look at the beetle: maybe it's Kantum... No, fatigue is making you delirious. You... 'Here I am, here I am. What is it? I was sleeping...” A voice comes out of nowhere: you look around, but you don't see anyone. ‘Kantum?’ you venture in a faint voice. Then you realise that your interlocutor is in the tree in front of you! The wise man climbs down from the branch where he was sitting: he is a bald old man with an Indian myna perched on his shoulder. At first glance, you realise that this is the person you were looking for! 'Excuse me, traveller,“ exclaims the myna, 'I had dozed off. I saw you arrive and sent my servant to look for you. I hope he didn't shock you too much!” You want to explain to the myna, or rather, to the sage, that you are more shocked to see a bird talking in his place, but you are too amazed and cannot even utter a sound! ‘I can guess what you're thinking,’ continues the talking bird. ‘You see, I am mute, and Jako speaks for me. Or rather, I use his beak as if it were my mouth...’ Indeed, Kantum's lips move, but no sound comes out. ‘Now tell me: what brings you here?’ asks the blackbird. If Kantum is the first sage of Babylon you meet, go to 140. If you have already seen at least one other sage, go to 160.
160.160.
You tell Kantum about some of your adventures: he is particularly interested in the types of climate and vegetation you have encountered on your travels. Little by little, you get used to seeing him speak through the blackbird. He prepares a herbal decoction that will cure some of your ailments: roll two dice to determine the number of Life points you recover. Nearby, the beetle continues to buzz cheerfully. Realising how tired you are, the sage interrupts his long chat about the flora of distant lands. 'Here is my information, Prester John: the tablet is in the sixth room. Here are five gold coins that Souhsan asked me to give you. I think it's time for us to part ways: you still have a lot to do!' The sage takes you by the arm and accompanies you to the back of the garden, where you discover with great amazement the existence of a fourth level of gardens: thin silver leaves, golden pavilions, blue enamel lakes... but you barely have time to take a quick look before Kantum drags you away. Babylon will retain one of its mysteries... ‘Look at this slide: I use it to escape the king's wrath. It leads to the other side of the palace walls. Let yourself go with confidence: it is absolutely safe.’ The sage then shows you a quiet road to the “Iron Circle” hotel, where you can rest for the night. You take your leave of the sage, his blackbird and the giant beetle, then slide down the secret slide and in a few seconds you reach the road outside the palace. Go to 397.
248.248.
Now you have everything you need to find Souhsan's tablet. With a light heart, convinced that you can easily overcome the last remaining obstacles, you set off. The sunny morning fills you with energy, and the distance to the Esagila, the temple of Marduk, and the famous Tower of Babel, over a hundred metres high, is very short. Home of the gods, hand stretched towards the sky, the pinnacle of ancient architecture, Babel is all this and much more!
A light breeze blowing from the city brings you the sound of the crowd bustling on the banks of the Euphrates; the last clouds of the night lazily fray in the sun that warms the blue and red bricks. You reach the city walls, more than four hundred metres long, on the Etemenanki side; the only passers-by are a couple of pilgrims and a few early-rising students. Choose one of the north gates of the tower, of which there are twelve in total, and you are inside. Go to 267.
267.267.
You climb the steps of the immense tower, thinking with a vague sense of anxiety and vertigo about the almost vertical walls of the first sixty metres of the building. A little beyond the first floor, you are brutally pushed by a man who is cursing loudly: he takes the steps four at a time and hasn't even seen you. ‘The exit! Where is the exit?’ he shouts. He is a tall, lanky man with thick grey hair. His nose is marked by the imprint of glasses. "I've been looking for the exit for fifteen years! Help me, whoever you are! I lost my glasses and since then I've been lost! Fifteen years, seven months, eleven days and one hour I've wanted to get out of here!"[/i] Obviously, the poor man is not in his right mind. If you take pity on him and help him, go to 69. Or do you reject him, since you have better things to do? In that case, go to 279.
