Riddles

[Babylon Logos]

*The elf maid wanders up, tacking up a parchment.*

No-legs lay on one-leg, two-legs sat near on three-legs, four-legs got some.

I'm by nature solitary, scarred by spear
and wounded by sword, weary of battle.
I frequently see the face of war, and fight
hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope
of help being brought to me in the battle,
before I'm eventually done to death.
In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords,
skillfully forged in the flame by smiths
bite deeply into me. I can but await
a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me
to discover in the city any of those doctors
who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs.
The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider
death blows are dealt me by day and by night.

In the Multiverse there's a warrior of curious origin.
He's created, gleaming, by two dumb creatures
for the benefit of men. Foe bears him against foe
to inflict harm. Women often fetter him,
strong as he is. If maidens and men
care for him with due consideration
and feed him frequently, he'll faithfully obey them
and serve them well. Men succour him for the warmth
he offers in return; but this warrior will savage
anyone who permits him to become too proud.

Have fun with those gentlemen and ladies.

Priestess Babylon Logos, the first discourse.

 

[Sienna_Rose]

The blond haired lady smiles, reading the new riddles. She pens a response on a couple.

No-legs lay on one-leg, two-legs sat near on three-legs, four-legs got some.

A fish on a little table, eaten by a man on a stool, and the cat gets some.

I'm by nature solitary, scarred by spear
and wounded by sword, weary of battle.
I frequently see the face of war, and fight
hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope
of help being brought to me in the battle,
before I'm eventually done to death.
In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords,
skillfully forged in the flame by smiths
bite deeply into me. I can but await
a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me
to discover in the city any of those doctors
who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs.
The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider
death blows are dealt me by day and by night.

A sheild?

 

[Babylon Logos]

The blond haired lady smiles, reading the new riddles. She pens a response on a couple.


A fish on a little table, eaten by a man on a stool, and the cat gets some.

A sheild?

*the elven lady blinks lightly, scrawling upon the parchment with the answers.*

Aye, but what of the third?

*she turns and walks off, smirking.*

 

[Trinate]

I love Riddles!

*appears over by the board, and writes in tiny font (large font for her!)*

I'm warm, but harsh
If touched, I will shock you
I love the air
And hate sealed places
You love me in the cold
But the wind and coolness is my foe

I bounce up and down freely
Yet I don't really move unless commanded
My home is an entire universe!!
But there are millions of other universes as well.
I can be fast
Or I can linger
I can be fierce
Or cold-hearted
Or highly unwanted
But no matter what you do
You can't rid yourself of me
What Am I?+

+hint+ I can make you cry, I can make you smile, and I can even make you sit and do nothing

~ Trin

~Oh I do love riddles!!!~

 

[Elf_Ariel]

I'm warm, but harsh
If touched, I will shock you
I love the air
And hate sealed places
You love me in the cold
But the wind and coolness is my foe

I bounce up and down freely
Yet I don't really move unless commanded
My home is an entire universe!!
But there are millions of other universes as well.
I can be fast
Or I can linger
I can be fierce
Or cold-hearted
Or highly unwanted
But no matter what you do
You can't rid yourself of me
What Am I?

For the first a flame...

For the second...I ponder, a breeze or a wind though to move under command...and about the universe...I am not sure.

None guessing my last...hmmm perhaps I'll give a clue in time.

 

[Trinate]

Flame is very close. It's something to do with a flame.

And for the second... +hint+ It'll make you so mad you might hit someone. It has something to do with a person. Something in every person, that they sometimes can't control.

 

[Bari]

Bari walks around the tavern and spots the riddles, leading the last one, about the universe and stuff, and hmms then writes,

Energy?

 

[Trinate]

OOOO.

That is so, so close. You're on the write track.

Keep thinking!!

 

[Elf_Ariel]

Heat mayhaps then...

And perhaps anger...

 

[Trinate]

No.. you were closer with fire. I should've probably said you were correct then. It was sparks.

And anger is very close.. but can anger make you happy?
The word starts with an 'E'