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NECRON95 - The Pagoda of certain death

from HDK 120 † HDK Dungeon​​​-​​​synth magazine # 6 by V.A.

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The Pagoda of certain death is located in the forbidden district of Hallak-Hallak where, due to sacred precepts of which no one remembers the origin, the doors of the houses all have twelve locks. The Pagoda, a flamboyant four-storey temple, stands among the low and humble buildings. There are no guardians outside because the entrance is open (for anyone who does not care about his own life).

It is late in the evening when you arrive in front of it: the bookmakers have already set up their stalls and groups of patrons are lining up to bet on your destiny. A fate of death, it is meant: bets refer to the hourglass rounds that will elapse between your entrance and the moment your corpse is thrown onto the street from one window of the pagoda. The less daring, on the other hand, focus on the floor on which you will die: the first, the second, the third or - very unlikely - the fourth, where Al-Kadriri is kept, the Stone of Deception, one of the rare Jewels of Power, the treasure whereby everyone defies death in the pagoda.

You have sharpened your scimitar, tightened the laces of your leather armor and inhaled some Wolf Spirit, to instill courage and determination. You know everything about the challenges of the pagoda levels: everything they say, that is a lot of fantasies and inventions. Will there really be Siamese panthers who induce suicide with just the movement of the tail? What about the perfectly spherical obsidian keeper? How will you face the headless ninjas, heirs of the ancient assassins of Al-Xiao, the hero of the Three Deserts? And what will you do when you find yourself in front of him, Ping-al-Saied II, the invisible magician, architect of the pagoda, who is said to be still alive - at the tender age of three hundred and ninety years - on the top floor of the building? It is said that he is contemplating the iridescent beauty of the Stone of deception day and night, a victim himself of the madness generated by the mysterious jewel.

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