Proyecto Aon Español / Lobo Solitario Español

You thank him and take the indicated route. Take a moment to assess the situation: you need to find this tablet, and you already know that it is on the fourth floor. You are missing two items, but you know where to get them: you will have to find Barsip in the Games Quarter and Kantum in the hanging gardens. You have now given up on the idea of seeing Bykh again and decide to spend the night in a hotel. Go to 397.

Following the route indicated by the wise man, you set off towards the inn. The building is a short distance from the riverbank, on the east side. You reach it without encountering any obstacles and cross the threshold of the “Iron Circle”. The inn is located on a quiet street that leads to a lively little square a little further on. Go to 468.

Once inside the inn, calmly gather your thoughts. With all three pieces of information, you will be able to go to the Tower of Babel, in the library, and search for Souhsan's tablet, where you will find valuable clues about the location of Shangri-La...
The innkeeper offers you a mug of wine for 1 gold coin (if you drink it, you regain 1 Health point), and a good hot meal consisting of wheat crackers and a game stew, the house speciality, for 2 gold coins (the meal would regain 3 Health points). If you wish, you can also eat one of your rations and recover 2 Health points. For another 2 gold coins, the innkeeper will provide you with a comfortable room. You spend the night dreaming of idyllic landscapes, valleys where the sun always shines and wild horses faster than the wind. Throughout your dreams, the name Shangri-La echoes relentlessly. In the morning, after recovering another 2 Life points, you set off again. Where are you headed?
To the Shamash district to find Mahal? Go to 13. To the Gate of Sin and the Games District to find Barsip? Go to 23. To the hanging gardens of the palace to find Kantum? Go to 202. If you have already met the three sages and have all the information you need, go to 248.

You walk to the centre of the western part of the city, then turn south. The Tower of Ninuria overlooks this district of Babylon, and the rich buildings are guarded by guards dressed in leather armour and bronze plates. Here and there, groups of young women chat cheerfully. Passers-by are numerous, offering the spectacle of a crowd dressed up to the nines enjoying the sweet life of this neighbourhood. At the tables outside the taverns, people drink date and sesame wine, an excellent local beer or colourful syrups made from sugar or almond milk. Children munch on sweets and dried fruit. You walk slowly, forgetting for a moment the difficulty of your search and enjoying the fragrant air, but suddenly the peace is disturbed by excited cries: on the doorstep of a luxurious house, a girl dressed in purple and gold veils is arguing heatedly with a brutal man who is beating her. You don't understand the reason for the altercation, but you don't like to see a defenceless girl treated this way. You try to talk to the angry man. “Hey, mate, can't you see you're scaring the children?” you say in a peaceful tone. “There's no need to shout and...”

But the man doesn't react as you hoped, and shakes the young woman even more, paying no attention to you. ‘Come on, stop making a fool of yourself. All this noise is annoying me, and I don't like to see a girl being mistreated,’ you say, and in the hope of discouraging him, you add, ‘Especially since she's under my protection!’ Immediately, the brute turns to you, foaming with rage. ‘So it's you! I should have realised right away! Why else would you care so much about her fate? You'll pay for this, you bastard!’ With that, he draws a short sword and attacks you. Somewhat surprised, you are forced to defend yourself.

Dull-witted brute Strength 8 Life 10

When your opponent's Life points are down to 2 (if you are not already dead), go to 136. If you have the Magic Eye and want to use it, go to 31.

After a few attacks in which you use your fighting techniques to wear down your opponent, you suddenly feint and manage to get behind him. With your sword, you deliver a powerful blow to his head, knocking him unconscious to the ground. The girl you saved bows deeply. ‘Forgive him,’ she explains, ‘he's not bad, he's just stupid. And he's also terribly jealous: he's convinced that all men are buzzing around me! What a ridiculous idea!’ The damsel smells of rose water; on her earlobe sparkles a pretty topaz pendant, imprisoned in a thin web of gold threads. Let her continue without interrupting her: 'When he wakes up, he'll be furious. He's very popular around here, and he has a lot of friends. They'll certainly come after you. I'd be very ungrateful if I left you to deal with those scoundrels, especially since there will be at least twenty of them... Here's my proposal: evening is falling, I'll take you to a friend's house where you can spend a few hours. Later, when they've given up their plans for revenge to go and get drunk in some tavern, you can set off again. What do you say?" This is all rather embarrassing: your good intentions have put you in a bad situation, and the number of Babylonians determined to kill you is increasing dangerously! Without a doubt, the girl's offer is the best solution, even if it will cost you a few hours. It's still better than facing a horde of mindless brutes! So you accept the proposal and let her guide you through a network of narrow streets to a large building. ‘Nana-Dirat!’ calls the girl, ‘open up, I've brought you a friend!’ A very young girl opens the window and motions for you to come in. Go to 381.

A servant comes to open the door for you. You enter with your guide and immediately admire the refined decorations: precious woods, carved crystal lamps, vibrant frescoes, curtains and tapestries. Footsteps echo on the stairs, and your hostess appears. “Welcome, friends.” The charming young woman turns to you: ‘I am Nana-Dirat, mistress of this place. And you, handsome warrior?’ Struck by her beauty, you stammer: ‘I am... I am Prester John!’ Your guide explains to her friend the circumstances of your arrival here, chuckling occasionally, then the two girls lead you into a large hall where a table set for forty people stands majestically. The guests are chatting and smiling in a large adjoining room. There are a number of important figures, Babylonian and foreign nobles, and several young women vying for attention with their grace and charm. Their slender hands are adorned with tourmaline and opal rings, and they wear silver necklaces and precious gems around their necks. Tiaras and diadems adorn the foreheads of the most beautiful, accentuating the effect of their splendid make-up. The maiden who brought you here takes you by the arm and murmurs that she cannot stay for dinner, but hopes you will enjoy yourself. With a final thank you, she kisses you on the cheek and disappears. The hostess, Nana-Dirat, apologises and goes to the kitchen to check on the cooks, leaving you alone among the guests. You chat a little with some wealthy merchants from the North, passing through Babylon, then with two girls still in their teens who are impressed by your sword, but none of these people seem to know Barsip the Wise...
Nana-Dirat reappears and announces that dinner is ready, and you are surprised to discover that she has reserved a place for you at her side, on her left. Opposite you sits a slender man with jet-black eyes and thin lips; he is wearing a black silk costume trimmed with silver. A well-groomed beard emphasises his harsh features, and his almond-shaped eyes are fixed on you with disconcerting insistence. The meal is served: exquisite dishes follow one another at a rapid pace, to the great delight of all the guests. The relaxed atmosphere allows you to barely notice that the man in front of you continues to stare at you intensely, and seems to appreciate your chatter with Nana-Dirat very little. You respond evasively to her questions about your arrival in Babylon, telling her about a shipwreck in very cold waters and your journey upriver, but the girl seems much more interested in your muscles than your origins. She runs her hand over your chain mail, under the pretext of admiring it. Rather surprised, you try to divert her attention. ‘Kind guest, I am looking for a sage named Barsip who lives in Babylon, in the Games Quarter. Do you know him?’
Indeed, Nana-Dirat knows him: "He used to come here often with Souhsan, but after his friend's death a few weeks ago, I haven't seen him and I don't know where you could find him.
The Games Quarter, near the Gate of Sin, is very large." The Games Quarter, near the Gate of Sin, is very large." You notice a certain emotion in the girl's eyes at the mention of Souhsan. No doubt this sage was much loved for his kindness and purity of spirit... Nana-Dirat is sorry she cannot help you more, and smiles tenderly. You thank her, a little embarrassed by the interest she shows you: her beautiful violet eyes caress you incessantly. Go to 268.

Suddenly, the cold-eyed man sitting opposite you leaps to his feet, knocking over plates and cups in a furious gesture! “I've had enough!” he exclaims. 'Damned stranger, I don't know who you are or where you come from, but your tongue is treacherous! You haven't stopped lying for a moment to win the favour of my fiancée! Nana-Dirat is mine, mine alone, do you understand? And only I can lay my hands on her, by Ishtar!" Nana-Dirat tries to calm the man down, replying that she belongs to no one, least of all him, and that she is free to choose whom she speaks to. The man silences her with a slap. This is too much for your chivalrous spirit! Your code of honour compels you to defend your guest, who has been insulted under his own roof. You punch the brutal individual in the face, taking care to put on your metal gauntlet first. The rude guest is catapulted against the wall, knocking over chairs and crockery as he falls. Nana-Dirat, stunned by the blow, is still unconscious. The man gets up. “You cannot challenge Alshaya the Black with impunity, stranger. You have set foot in this house, and you must accept its rules! Bring the daggers!” You've got yourself into a nasty mess! Two servants bring a pair of chiselled daggers with razor-sharp blades and a long leather cord. One of them hands you the weapons and murmurs, “The rule is simple: your left wrists will be bound, and you must fight with these daggers until one of you dies!” You have no choice: you let him bind your wrist, while the other servant ties your opponent to the other end of the cord. A cruel smile appears on Alshaya's face; he has removed his tunic and is now bare-chested. You take off your doublet and chainmail and weigh the dagger in your hand: a perfectly balanced weapon. Before starting the fight, you reduce your Strength by 3 because you are forced to fight without the protection of your chainmail. The duel begins!
Alshaya the Black Strength 12 Life 13
If your opponent drops to 2 Life points, you can decide to spare him (go to 177); or you can take the duel to its extreme consequences: in this case, once Alshaya is killed, go to 460.

Te quitas la camisola y la cota de malla y sopesas la daga en tu mano

Dark-kia escribió: ↑25-Sep-2025, 19:20Me voy de escapada a Toledo, así que hasta el domingo por la noche no podré seguir con la partida. Portaros bien en mi ausencia, proteger a los desvalidos, ayudar a las ancianas, pagar vuestros impuestos, .... ¡Naa! Hacer todo el daño que podáis y sembrar el caos por donde paséis.

Dark-kia escribió: ↑25-Sep-2025, 19:20 Le damos matarile.

Me voy de escapada a Toledo, así que hasta el domingo por la noche no podré seguir con la partida. Portaros bien en mi ausencia, proteger a los desvalidos, ayudar a las ancianas, pagar vuestros impuestos, .... ¡Naa! Hacer todo el daño que podáis y sembrar el caos por donde paséis.