The Monarch of Pyramid Mountain

Excerpt 

Johnny rolled next.  He slid his piece three spaces and picked up a situation card.  “I got the amulet.  Cool.”

“What is so special about that?” Scott asked.  “It’s just a broach.”

“Actually, by definition, an amulet is anything worn on you that is protection against evil.  A charm worn on a necklace could be one,” Ernie corrected.

“Okay, so I am not sure what it looks like.  That still doesn’t answer the question.”

Johnny passed the card over. 

Scott picked it up and read it out loud.  “You find a golden amulet reflecting in the sunlight.  If thrown at an adversary, it is worth a fifty health point attack.  Roll a ten-sided dice to determine whether you hit the adversary based on your hit percentage.”

Scott did not need it, but Johnny clarified, anyway.  “It means you can take fifty points away.  If you have a good hit percentage and you beat him down enough, you can finish him off with one throw.”

“Sounds like something you want to save until you need to use it.”

“That is the best move.  If you can save it for the Monarch, sometimes it is a game winner,” Blythe mentioned as she rolled.  Two spaces later, she said, “I inhaled smoke from the fire log.”

“That’s a weird one, Scott,” Johnny stated.  “She loses a turn but gains 15 health points.”

After rolling, Scott placed his piece on the first square after the healing circle.  “So this is a free space?”

“Right,” said Ernie as he rolled a two and moved ahead.  “Weapons training.”

“Yes!” Johnny exclaimed, eager to shoot again.  He was up and out the door before anyone else could move.

“Are you still interested in the sword, Scott?  Please understand, I’ve done a lot of reading and mimicking the moves.  We’ve been at this for several months.”

“You learned what you know from books?”

“Mostly.  I was able to practice with Peter when he came here.”

“You learned a lot.  I was stupid to think I could beat you,” he admitted.  “I want to try my luck on the target.  Maybe you can teach me a few things.”

Johnny called from outside, “Hey y’all.  Ya better get out here.  Somethin’ screwy is goin’ on.”