Re: Los Adoradores del Mal - La Saga del Cruzado 5 (Traducción)
Publicado: 15-Mar-2026, 14:38
Está ya decidido, pero también hubiera entrado por el pórtico
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115.115.
You step under the archway reluctantly... but you have little choice! You walk through, gritting your teeth, braced for the worst.
Do you possess at least a fragment (a quarter) of a medallion in which is set a flat gold ligature of indistinct shape? If so, go to 170. If not, go to 461.
170.170.
You pass through the mysterious archway without incident. As the opaque walls continue to rise behind you, as if hoping to reach the sky, you make your way towards the centre of the island, following the track. Go to 195.
195.195.
Behind you, the walls now fade into the clouds. You congratulate yourself on having managed to enter the sanctuary of Kali’s followers, but remain at a loss as to how you will get out. The movement of the black metal walls seems to have stopped, as if the spell that brought them into being has run its course. Total darkness has descended upon the island, and you must make your way in the dark. If you possess a cloak of darkness and choose to use it, make a note of this in your Adventure Guide...
A clamour raised in unison by a thousand excited voices tells you that the ceremony must have begun. You quicken your pace even further towards the centre of the island. It is then that you notice the intense weakness afflicting your limbs: your Strength total has been halved! The malevolent emanations of the Thug ritual, and the very nature of this accursed darkness, must thus undermine the will of all those who fight for good! Suppressing the hatred that overwhelms you deep within your soul, you pause for a moment.
If you have a Superforce potion and wish to drink it, go to 173. If you have a Nyctalope potion and wish to drink it, go to 41. Otherwise, go to 288.
288.288.
The scene that unfolds before you, illuminated by strange braziers casting a cold, reddish glow, takes your breath away. The ranks of the Thugs stretch into the darkness, making it impossible to count them exactly. Yet there are hundreds of them.
At the centre of the circular space formed by this crowd of fanatics, a brick-red stone altar takes pride of place. A huge statue, grotesque in its ugliness, towers over it by several metres. Yes, you recognise her; there’s no mistaking her: her countless arms, her immense mouth, her adornments of skulls and human bones, her pedestal stained with congealed blood... Kali the Merciless!
A muffled murmur ripples through the lips of the Thugs, who are in the grip of an intense religious trance. A young, almost naked Hindu girl with misty eyes has just been brought in; she takes her place on the altar of her own free will. Her delicate features reveal that she is in the throes of some sort of abominable ecstasy. You shudder with horror. The crowd then begins to chant the name of her goddess, faster and faster, louder and louder! A smile of utter oblivion plays on the victim’s lips.
“Kali! Kali! Kali!” shout the fanatics.
Then a tall figure, face veiled in black and clad in a priest’s robe dyed black, steps forward towards the altar. His eyes blaze with an evil light as the stranger begins an incantation of discordant syllables. In his hand, the Sacred Katar sparkles like solidified lightning, shining with a thousand lights!
If you are wearing a cloak of darkness, sneak straight to 352 without reading any further. Otherwise, carry on reading.
You see that all around you, the fanatics are passing large cups filled with a steaming, scarlet elixir with a spicy aroma from hand to hand. They dip their lips into the liquid with relish. Very soon, the cup reaches your left, and a Thug hands it to you after taking a sip. Will you also dip your lips into this drink (go to 315), or refuse to taste it and attack immediately (go to 342)?


paredes de metal lisas y de color negro azabache se elevan con un rugido ensordecedor por toda la periferia de la isla, aislándola del mundo exterior
paredes de metal lisas y de color negro azabache empiezan a elevarse desde el suelo con un rugido ensordecedor por toda la periferia de la isla, en un intento de aislarla del mundo exterior
Pasas bajo el pórtico con reticencia... ¡pero no tienes otra opción!
Pasas bajo el pórtico a regañadientes... ¡pero no tenemos muchas opciones!
A nadie le recuerda esto Indiana Jones??? jejejesus demasiados brazos
sus incontables brazos
Estaba esperando a que alguien hiciera el comentario

Claro, allí los enemigos eran Thugs también, hay bastantes paralelismosDocumentos Bibliográficos
Louis Renou, La civilización de la antigua India (Flammarion); Hinduismo (“¿Qué sé yo?”, PUF).
El Ganges, río sagrado de la India (Robert Laffont).
Will Durant, Historia de la civilización (Payot).
Léon Dupont, India y Sudeste Asiático (VNU Books International).
Bajo la dirección de Félix Guirand, Mitología General (Larousse).
Jean Filliozat, Las filosofías de la India (“¿Qué sé yo?”, PUF).
Philip Glass, Satyagraha (Registros CBS).
Y en el cine: Kali Tug, La diosa de la venganza (Mario Camerini), El río (Jean Renoir), El tigre de bengala y la tumba hindú (Fritz Lang), Los estranguladores de Bom-bay (Terence Fisher), Indiana Jones y el templo maldito (Steven Spielberg), The Black Narcissus (Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger), Elephant Boy (R. Flaherty & Z. Korda), todas las obras de Satyajit Ray, y muchas otras...
315.315.
There’s no way anyone here will recognise you! You quickly dip your lips into the steaming elixir, praying for the salvation of your soul. Do you have an antidote potion? If so, go to 389. Unless, during your adventure, you have eaten red berries in a chapel? Then go to 214. Otherwise, go to 276.
276.276.
The drink’s harmful effects are felt immediately, sapping your willpower and turning your perceptions into a swirling mirage tinged with the colour of fresh blood. A dreadful urge to vomit wracks your insides. You force yourself to make a terrible effort not to scream. The poison is coursing through your veins, but before it has finished its work, you have time to roll the dice. Add the number you roll to your Strength total (bearing in mind that it may be halved). Is the result 24 or higher? Go to 139. Is it 23 or lower? Go to 121.
139.139.
Congratulating yourself on having overcome this latest peril, you turn your attention back to the ceremony. The High Priest, dressed in black, slowly raises the Sacred Katar above his victim, continuing to chant... Did you approach the island from the west or the south? If from the south, go to 342. If from the west, go to 352.
352.352.
You must not waste another moment! Now is the time to act to prevent this ceremony from reaching its conclusion! You know the terrible consequences that would follow if it were completed.
Fortunately, you have mingled with the group of worshippers quite close to the High Priest and the sacrificial altar. Tensing every muscle, you spring forth like a jack-in-the-box and slay the three Thugs closest to you. Go immediately to 119.
119.119.
All around you, cries of astonishment and hatred, curses and terrified wails fill the air. It all blends into a hideous chorus that you are desperate to silence! Two more fanatics collapse, their throats slit; severed limbs flutter around you. You are practically running now, charging towards the priest in a furious rush. The rage to kill drives your arm like a machine; you grab a scimitar with your other hand and hack through the dense crowd to clear a path. Lost in a bloody fog, you kill again and again, whilst the worshippers of Evil, in shock, slowly come to their senses!
But you’ve already pounced on Kali’s High Priest! He brings his blade down towards his victim’s heart, but you react faster: plunging your scimitar into a Thug’s chest to fend him off, you grab the priest’s forearm and twist it cruelly. He lets out a cry of despair.
“God is with me!” you roar, brandishing the Sacred Katar. “I am your doom!”
A deep rumbling seems to shake the black walls: Kali protests against your intrusion! An intense sense of jubilation overwhelms you. But at that moment, the priest breaks free from your grip and vanishes into the ground as if by magic! No, a trapdoor has just opened beneath his feet. Your fingers close only around the chain of an amulet he was wearing round his neck. He lets out a cry of pain as the chain snaps under the impact, leaving a mark on his neck like that of a red-hot iron. The statue of Kali cracks, its stone eyes weeping tears of blood. You can no longer make sense of this uncontrollable apocalypse. An inexplicable terror spreads through the crowd of worshippers.
As if in a dream, you witness the end of the island of Kali’s worshippers. The black metal walls collapse, suddenly cracked. The enormous statue of Kali crumbles into thick blocks that crush the kneeling worshippers. The prayers of the living mingle with the cries of the dying. You see yourself slaying more Thugs, dodging falling sections of wall, running breathlessly towards the riverbank. You cast off a boat and row like a man possessed, oblivious to pain or fatigue. When you finally reach the riverbank on the town side, you find yourself gazing, in a trance-like state, at the small island sinking into the river amidst a reddish swirl.
In the sky, the eclipse is ending. The sun’s healing light reappears. You lose consciousness.
Meet at 341.
341.341.
When you open your eyes again, you realise it is already the following morning. You have slept for nearly fifteen hours straight, sheltered beneath a wooden jetty.
You examine your torn, blood-stained clothes and feel your limbs anxiously. No, you have only suffered superficial injuries. The blood spilled is that of the assassins you have sent back to their maker.
Near you on the ground lies the sacred Katar, intact, its blade still immaculate. You gently pick up the object and place it at the bottom of your bag. In disbelief, you gaze out at the Ganges. All traces of the Thugs’ sacred island have vanished; nothing remains that might bear witness to the truth of your adventure. Nothing, save this fragment of a medallion torn from the High Priest of Kaii before he fled. A simple metal circle in which is set a flat, incomplete figure, made of gold. If you have found any other fragments of such a medallion, be sure to note this new shard amongst your possessions. So, you weren’t dreaming: you did indeed hold Kali at bay and wiped out the cult of the worshippers of Evil, with the possible exception of its High Priest. There is therefore no doubt about the reality of what you experienced. And yet, it all seems so fantastical.
Suddenly, your stomach starts to rumble with hunger, and you realise you haven’t eaten anything for a very long time. You can eat one of your own rations if you have any left, or buy some fresh fish skewers from a street vendor for a gold coin. Now you need to think about getting some decent clothes: yours are in tatters and unwearable. You can’t turn up at Maharaja Rabindranath’s palace looking like that – they’d take you for a madman or a beggar! It will cost you two gold coins to get kitted out from head to toe.
At last, after these few preparations, you’re ready to complete your mission: to deliver the Sacred Katar to the city’s highest authorities. Head to 289.
289.289.
You make your way swiftly along the path leading to the palace. Having fought so hard to regain possession of that accursed dagger, you find it hard to hide your eagerness to see it finally returned to the Maharaja.
The sumptuous palace where the government of Kasi resides finally comes into view. But the entrance is blocked by four armed guards with fierce expressions. Seeing you approach, one of them steps forward and says: ‘Stay where you are, stranger! Our orders are to let no one through without special permission! Security has been stepped up, as some claim inexplicable events took place last night. ‘Assassins determined to kill the Maharaja are said to still be lurking about. You’d best be on your way!’
What arrogance! You haven’t gone through all that trouble just to have an overzealous guard slam the door in your face! What will you do?
Do you decide to get rid of the guards by force? Go to 427.
Do you explain the reason for your visit? Go to 188.
If you have already met Prime Minister Moulouji, go to 363.