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Fantasy,
History,
Magic,
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choose your own adventure book,
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role playing game,
greeks
to a room at the back. In one corner thereâs a flight of stone steps leading downwards into a deep, dark cavern.
âCome on!â shouts the Pythia. âI love this bit.â
You follow them down the steps into a gloomy cavern. The Pythia climbs onto a tripod chair above a fissure in the rocks and begins to chew on a handful of laurel leaves.
âHere, I thought laurel was poisonous!â you exclaim in sudden alarm.
âProbably is,â says the priest. âIâve often wondered what got her in this state. But you havenât seen the worst of it.â
Scarcely have the words left his lips than thereâs a sudden eruption of volcanic smoke and fumes from the fissure at her feet.
âDonât inhale the smoke,â whispers the priest urgently.
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You move cautiously towards the voices. Although you still canât see whatâs going on, the words are becoming all too clear.
âI am,â says one woman.
âYou?â exclaims another. âWhen you walk, your bum looks like two boys fighting under a blanket!â
âYouâre hardly one to talk,â says a third voice. âIâve seen better-looking aardvarks than you.â
âAny more talk like that and Iâll have my husband hurl a thunderbolt at you!â
âThat old idiot? He couldnât hurl his -â
And so on in similar aggressive vein until, as you creep behind a tree quite close to the clearing, one of the women says suddenly, âAll right, Iâve had enough of this nonsense! We obviously need somebody to decide the question for us. I propose we ask that good looking young shepherd we saw earlier minding his sheep.â
âWhat an excellent idea!â chorus the other two.
There is a muted groan directly behind you. âI was afraid of this!â a male voice says.
You spin round to find yourself facing a remarkably aristocratic dark haired and handsome young man carrying a shepherdâs crook. He turns large brown eyes upon you and asks soulfully, âAny chance of giving me a hand here?â
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You can volunteer to help this stranger at 36 , tell him to stop creeping up on innocent adventurers at 56 or just quietly ignore him and slip away west to 153 .
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Well, the Greeks had a word for it and the word was dead. Youâve just cashed in your Greecy chips. If you had a son heâd be obliged by law to bury you. If you died in battle (which is very likely in this gamebook) the city state will pay a pension to your parents. Meanwhile you can get on with the job of resurrection. Grab your trusty dice and roll yourself another set of Life Points, not forgetting to add in any Special Life Points you may have earned. Then trudge off to Section 1 and start up the whole mess all over.
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âWell, I mean, Iâm flattered, of course and if thatâs the custom here, obviously I must become your paidonomos, although Iâm sure I can never measure up, even in a small degree, to the example set by your late lamented ex-paidonomos. Yet, nonetheless ...â
While youâre waffling on in this ludicrous manner, thereâs a sudden small commotion on the edge of the crowd around you and a slimly built, lightly bearded man breaks through. He is sweating heavily, gasping like a fish out of water and looks, frankly, as if he could do with several nights sleep.
He stands in front of you fighting for breath. Eventually he wheezes, âAre you the paidonomos?â
âLooks like it,â you tell him, âalthough Iâm new to the job.â
âMy name is Pheidippides,â he
Tim Lahaye, Jerry B. Jenkins