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The Wailing Piano

It all started as a routine excavation in Palestine. But soon you find yourself racing across the desert on a mission to track down a legendary ancient relic before the Nazis can get their hands on it. And that's just the beginning. The Third Reich is mobilizing across the world in search of mysterious ancient Hallows of Power, objects that could put unimaginable supernatural forces into the hands of the armies of darkness. And the only thing standing in their way is you. Put on the worn boots of a 1930s braggart archaeologist and prepare for a wild journey around the world, encountering adventure, romance and mystery at every step. Do you have what it takes to locate the relics, defeat your enemies and save the world from a thousand years of darkness?

Ploypokoing · 军事
分數不夠
85 Chs

9

Ten minutes later, you are slumped in a sumptuously upholstered armchair in Lady Dewsbury's penthouse suite at the King David Hotel, mopping the sweat from your face and nursing a glass of sweet apple tea. A ceiling-mounted electric fan swishes languidly above you, barely disturbing the air. Intense sunlight streams through semiopaque drapes, illuminating the suite's rich, gilded Art Deco furnishings. Esme finishes fixing herself a drink that looks suspiciously alcoholic and comes to sit across from you, her back to the large French windows.

"You did well to avoid capture," she says. "I've met plenty of archaeologists in my time. Most of them are odd, nervous little men. They wouldn't last two minutes being hunted by Nazis. Clearly you are unusual in your field."

"I'd say the same about you, but I have no idea what your field could be," you reply.

Esme smiles wickedly. "Nor I. I suppose you might say I am an adventurer."

You consider what to ask her next.