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"Ma... se il...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/iWp1qG0LYkE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/06/366-shirin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-6622404211855724380</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-17T16:32:34.270+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>365 - NOMADI DEL DESERTO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/0hDFTRDOPSo/365-nomadi-del-deserto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OAt3hRa6WU4/Ub8HFwAP6HI/AAAAAAAACIU/stOSEz_OGNk/s72-c/2013-06-17_Kinnin.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>Sono passati due giorni dacché i nostri eroi hanno lasciato il Passo, guadagnandosi l'eterna gratitudine di Zer'i Koztan e Padre Tarek per il salvataggio dei pellegrini; anche perché i monaci avevano...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/0hDFTRDOPSo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/06/365-nomadi-del-deserto.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-1734595088737621742</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 10:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-10T12:34:24.604+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>364 - LUCERTOLE E RATTI</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/Oc5xTYk-h2c/364-lucertole-e-ratti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-ihmE2KhuA/UbWqgjYHn3I/AAAAAAAACHw/kBjyRsWErlI/s72-c/2013-06-10_Ratti.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>I dracodi sibilano spalancando le fauci quando il monaco si avventa su di loro. Dalle bocche sputano fiotti d'acido che il monaco evita abilmente, affondando colpi precisi e letali una volta arrivato...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/Oc5xTYk-h2c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/06/364-lucertole-e-ratti.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4135972948007033640</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jun 2013 12:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-05T14:26:42.263+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>363 - PELLEGRINI IN PERICOLO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/e_OQQkRCx_g/363-pellegrini-in-pericolo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LYZaZUrvjWA/Ua8txTxjt9I/AAAAAAAACHQ/tLxYpx6Olmo/s72-c/2013-06-05.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>Quando gli avventurieri scendono di buon ora per mettersi in cammino, l'atmosfera nel salone della locanda è piuttosto tesa. Molti degli avventori sono riuniti attorno all'oste e a due monaci.

Non...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/e_OQQkRCx_g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/06/363-pellegrini-in-pericolo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-7681428489013468363</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 May 2013 12:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-30T14:07:07.370+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>362 - I CACCIATORI DI MOSTRI</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/i512-sranFg/362-i-cacciatori-di-mostri.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PwjG8qmRQZo/UadAvBzC6FI/AAAAAAAACGw/Gccq8DQSVgI/s72-c/2013-05-30_Cacciatori.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>Hearst consuma il suo pasto in silenzio. L'atteggiamento cupo del guerriero sembra impedire l'inizio di qualunque conversazione tra gli avventori al tavolo. Non che questi non suscitino alcuna...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/i512-sranFg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/05/362-i-cacciatori-di-mostri.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-8903731070049349136</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-25T15:24:16.849+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>361 - IL PASSO DI SARIR</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/bqTjLErcDKQ/361-il-passo-di-sarir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ut3m_KZUN8A/UaC7TG3bHPI/AAAAAAAACGA/ZzOC6horrFo/s72-c/2013-05-25_TempioSarir.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>La strada si apre su un'ampio spiazzo alla sommità del passo, circondato da alte pareti di roccia rossastra e arida. Venendo da Bakaresh la grande locanda "Confine del Deserto" è il primo edificio...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/bqTjLErcDKQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/05/361-il-passo-di-sarir.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4786130420783635310</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 21:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-16T23:10:06.477+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personaggi</category><title>360 - BOVAK GIMRON</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/oRoa3TLhSMc/360-bovak-gimron.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>I genitori di Bovak appartenevano ad una stimata famiglia di gioiellieri del Regno dei Nani, i Gimron. Vivevano nel complesso di Khalad-Dûl, un importante agglomerato nella parte occidentale della...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/oRoa3TLhSMc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/05/360-bovak-gimron.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-7453525974198322920</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-11T16:19:18.211+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>359 - BATUFFOLO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/SScmyXM35hI/359-batuffolo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNN_FWf_LNo/UY5TKFSZAMI/AAAAAAAACDw/lvI1HfdaEKA/s72-c/2013-05-11_Pantera.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>Hearst, Isabel e Rune raggiungono Gimble appena fuori dal suk, dopo aver acquistato acqua e cibo per il viaggio. Lo gnomo li attende seduto su una pila di tappeti, con espressione provata, e prima...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/SScmyXM35hI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/05/359-batuffolo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-5197175097453035937</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 19:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-30T21:43:12.922+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>358 - DI OASI E DESERTI</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/t6Hz8ykraBc/358-di-oasi-e-deserti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A11xtgZHqMs/UYAeOq1y-tI/AAAAAAAACDE/xmwFpKsW4yQ/s72-c/2013-04-30_Bovak.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><description>"Kamal, mi serve il nome di un buon armaiolo, anzi, del migliore" chiede Hearst con la bocca piena, spazzolando l'abbondante colazione a base di focacce manaqish al timo e gustoso labne, un formaggio...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/t6Hz8ykraBc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/04/358-di-oasi-e-deserti.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-7657800136985116507</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-25T11:17:13.984+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>357 - UNA CENA ELEGANTE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/c2_Ze8EEbV8/357-una-cena-elegante.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_YEXGdC9co/UXj0Ufk4BEI/AAAAAAAACCk/uV99ftxLOGg/s72-c/2013-04-25_Rabiaa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>Mentre Isabel e Rune, una volta chiesta udienza ad Ashanti presso il Tempio del Drago d'Oro, consegnano al Maestro dell'Ordine le tessere di Nezabal spiegandole il terribile rinvenimento, e ottenendo...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/c2_Ze8EEbV8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/04/357-una-cena-elegante.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4079281719883964671</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2013 19:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-18T21:50:25.031+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>356 - COLLEZIONE DI ANIME</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/VzyrXgpCa6Y/356-collezione-di-anime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpaCCyKpUTw/UXBOc7WKDOI/AAAAAAAACB0/1LMIGSzBTwg/s72-c/2013-04-18_Laboratorio.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>"Il Malaugrym è un demone mutaforma, in grado di confondersi tra la gente, per questo è molto pericoloso. Il fatto che abbia trovato terreno fertile qui a Bakaresh è preoccupante" spiega Isabel...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/VzyrXgpCa6Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/04/356-collezione-di-anime.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-7410801930158611417</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Apr 2013 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-11T19:24:10.947+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>355 - IL MALAUGRYM</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/6bZq1Ig0VHI/355-il-malaugrym.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h62-b9wAEkY/UWbxqNT7HDI/AAAAAAAACBU/43zzlWFfzC8/s72-c/2013-04-11_Malaugrym.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>La sfera fluttuante, Nezabal nella sua vera forma, si stacca di dosso i pezzi di carne appartenuti alle sue fattezze umane. Solchi profondi attraversano la pelle viscida della creatura, colando sul...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/6bZq1Ig0VHI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/04/355-il-malaugrym.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-2933163466653062898</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Apr 2013 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-07T23:05:48.462+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>354 - IL DEMONE DEL GIOCO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/fMnn92Ai8cg/354-il-demone-del-gioco.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDpwuJkXhUc/UV8olt-a2XI/AAAAAAAACAk/uDvMSYs5Gd8/s72-c/2013-04-05_Dretch.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>"Non lo libererò mai!" ringhia Nezabal.

Gimble solleva la carta di ceramica sopra la testa pronto a schiantarla a terra: "Lo farai o distruggerò la *tua* anima!"

Il mago trema dalla rabbia, ma sa...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/fMnn92Ai8cg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/04/354-il-demone-del-gioco.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-3559613845775722274</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Mar 2013 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-29T19:46:27.008+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>353 - AZZARDO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/nNWKregv2o8/353-azzardo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZH7PZ-Vi-s/UVXhRDudNnI/AAAAAAAAB_8/q29ij4_fHvs/s72-c/2013-03-29_Monete.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>"Una mano fortunata, amico mio" commenta Nezabal mentre Gimble porta a sé il denaro appena vinto. Il mago rilancia un piatto di tutto rispetto con leggerezza, il gomito sul tavolo e la guancia...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/nNWKregv2o8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/03/353-azzardo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-3348817905898212146</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 20:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-27T20:54:22.635+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>352 - NELLA TORRE DEL MAGO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/g0XK8C47l_Y/352-nella-torre-del-mago.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWFlQHfRLxI/UVIKqH4PoSI/AAAAAAAAB_k/6Io3RYKCVrg/s72-c/2013-03-26_Torre.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Gimble sorseggia del tè caldo seduto sull'ottomana nel salone di Rabiaa. Prova un leggero senso di nausea, ma il dolore è sparito. La maga gli sta pazientemente spiegando il funzionamento delle carte...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/g0XK8C47l_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/03/352-nella-torre-del-mago.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-5291403530563717210</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2013 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-20T18:48:19.548+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>351 - LO SCARABEO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/hIlYB4D8KZY/351-lo-scarabeo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bw6TMywAgOs/UUn02wySA2I/AAAAAAAAB_E/nEVpDBlJ1OI/s72-c/2013-03-20_Scarabeo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>"Seguitemi"
Rabiaa conduce Gimble e Isabel in una piccola stanza senza finestre, illuminata da candele che diffondono aromi profumati. Dalle pareti scendono drappi di sete leggere dai colori caldi,...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/hIlYB4D8KZY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/03/351-lo-scarabeo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4492669245585106595</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-13T18:35:12.072+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>350 - UNA PROMESSA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/YXso1fwQgao/350-una-promessa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>"Perché lui è qui? Non era necessario" esordisce fredda Rabiaa dinanzi alla presenza di Hassa.
Nonostante l'indisposizione della maga nei confronti del ladro, gli avventurieri le spiegano nel...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/YXso1fwQgao" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/03/350-una-promessa.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-8987898914910711483</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Mar 2013 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-10T14:00:41.138+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>349 - GIOCARSI L'ANIMA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/mp4RF4lNGDk/349-giocarsi-lanima.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGDNVRXMSKQ/UTyDloqswcI/AAAAAAAAB-U/ThsEdIXCKFI/s72-c/2013-03-10_Fante.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>"Grazie per avermi slegato" dice Hassa con tono amichevole sotto l'effetto dell'incantamento dell'anello, "ma vi prego ora posso riavere la carta? E' importante, lì dentro c'è... la mia...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/mp4RF4lNGDk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/03/349-giocarsi-lanima.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-628376589964107812</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Mar 2013 20:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-07T21:43:50.437+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>348 - SOFFOCAMENTO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/mHyzXae1QTQ/348-soffocamento.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWd3TVCQYKk/UTj71UqcrOI/AAAAAAAAB90/DEdeDissLvg/s72-c/2013-03-07_Mantello.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>Il ladro si agita nel tentativo di divincolarsi: "Lasciami bastardo, non ho fatto niente! Lasciami in pace!"

L'arrivo dei compagni a dare man forte a Juan determina la fine dei tentativi di fuga del...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/mHyzXae1QTQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/03/348-soffocamento.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-1611456483969188422</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Mar 2013 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-05T20:41:12.644+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>347 - INSEGUIMENTO SUI TETTI</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/DBUZjr4zBNM/347-inseguimento-sui-tetti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFcmNJwlKNA/UTZJn7uMCmI/AAAAAAAAB9k/tl0BYTLnPDA/s72-c/2013-03-05_Tetti.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Gimble, Isabel e Rune entrano nell'edificio fatiscente, un vecchio magazzino abbandonato; Hearst e Juan sono appostati nei vicoli circostanti, pronti ad intervenire in caso di necessità.

Il sole...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/DBUZjr4zBNM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/03/347-inseguimento-sui-tetti.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4081241932234791297</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2013 18:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-01T19:40:07.003+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>346 - FREGATURE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/AVjASGNbQrs/346-fregature.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9eM6iJlxJ8/UTD1LhsJt8I/AAAAAAAAB8w/4Z-eYhcB1bA/s72-c/2013-03-01_Halfling.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>I tre giocatori di dadi sono ancora lì quando Gimble, Juan e Rune tornano a mani vuote. Il bardo cerca di far capire a suon di quattrini che ha bisogno di trovare un ricettatore di roba magica, non...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/AVjASGNbQrs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/03/346-fregature.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-7891811947705973569</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2013 19:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-26T20:47:27.326+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>345 - I BASSIFONDI DEL PORTO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/W2QynJ7NK30/345-i-bassifondi-del-porto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk1v89pnBI8/US0Q69Qa2II/AAAAAAAAB7U/lcSR0F8EeiM/s72-c/2013-02-26_Dadi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>"Perbacco, ho perso!" esclama Gimble, gettando tra la polvere tre monete d'argento. Seguono uno scambio di risate e pacche sulle spalle tra lui, i due halfling e l'umano intenti al gioco dei dadi....&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/W2QynJ7NK30" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/02/345-i-bassifondi-del-porto.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-7776038003774368093</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2013 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-22T21:31:08.844+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>344 - UN NUOVO INCARICO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/Ife_0n4latc/344-un-nuovo-incarico.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bnZBKUETc0I/USfVbU8v6nI/AAAAAAAAB6c/EQgwDGBbltE/s72-c/2013-02-22_Identikit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>"Tre morti e un simile trambusto non sono proprio quello che definisco un'operazione pulita, ma devo riconoscere che non si poteva fare molto di più. Inoltre vi va dato atto di non aver mai rivelato...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/Ife_0n4latc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/02/344-un-nuovo-incarico.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-7424376175548129554</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2013 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-19T21:03:46.239+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>343 - IMPASSIBILE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/6_zd1Pl9QiQ/343-impassibile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uUjjgRjgtnU/USPaj5IVazI/AAAAAAAAB5E/tKKG1BN4d2c/s72-c/2013-02-19_Isabel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Isabel attende a lungo in una piccola sala spoglia seduta sull'unica panca angusta disponibile. Il sole è tramontato da un po' e la luce ballerina di una fiaccola è la sua unica compagnia.
Finalmente...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/6_zd1Pl9QiQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/02/343-impassibile.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-71096930387095426</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2013 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-12T18:30:43.422+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>342 - CAMBIO DI PRIGIONIERI</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/xrVpX0i0Zok/342-cambio-di-prigionieri.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AkGlARNMwM/URp8NqN7rbI/AAAAAAAAB3k/CCTbqGitxwA/s72-c/2013-02-12_Rabiaa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>Rune e Isabel, giunti da Rabiaa, vengono accolti dalla maga sulla terrazza, da cui si gode una magnifica vista del crepuscolo sopra la città. Rabiaa contempla il paesaggio distesa su un comodo...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/xrVpX0i0Zok" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2013/02/342-cambio-di-prigionieri.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
