Riddles

[Ryu Shadowstep]

A man wearing a black coat enters the tavern with a smile on his face. He walks up to the cork board an reads the new riddles. Then he decides to place a note on the board reading:

I rather enjoy these riddles. For I have a few as well

What object has keys that open no locks, space but no room, and you can enter but not go in?

and the other...

Two very popular and common objects have the same function, but one has thousands of moving parts, while the other has absolutely no moving parts. What are they?

Enjoy...

 

[Babylon Logos]

Two very popular and common objects have the same function, but one has thousands of moving parts, while the other has absolutely no moving parts. What are they?

Enjoy...

*The elf lass tacks up a note, walking off after.*

A sundial and an hourglass.

((As for the first one, it's a computer keyboard . . .))


My scale is something that does not weigh in grams, ounces, or pounds. However, I may be heavy or light. What am I?

 

[amryll]

My scale is something that does not weigh in grams, ounces, or pounds. However, I may be heavy or light. What am I?

tacks up another note
Music

 

[Ryu Shadowstep]

A man walks up to the cork board and looks at the newest riddles then places another riddle on the board.

What is so fragile that when you say its name you break it?

 

[Sienna_Rose]

A lady with honey golden tresses peruses the unanswered riddles and writes a guess on one.

What is so fragile that when you say its name you break it?

Silence

 

[Jeajea]

Marvellous, to see riddles again!

~JV

 

[Ryu Shadowstep]

A lady with honey golden tresses peruses the unanswered riddles and writes a guess on one.

What is so fragile that when you say its name you break it?

Silence

The same man from before looks at the cork board. He notices someone guessed at his riddle so he answers:

Correct...Now for another...

Until I am measured. I am not known. Yet how you miss me when I have flown. What am I?

 

[Babylon Logos]

The same man from before looks at the cork board. He notices someone guessed at his riddle so he answers:

Correct...Now for another...

Until I am measured. I am not known. Yet how you miss me when I have flown. What am I?

*The elf maid scribbles upon the riddle paper delicatly.*

Time.

 

[Land Outcast]

What object has keys that open no locks, space but no room, and you can enter but not go in?

A map

 

[Ryu Shadowstep]

A map

The man walks up to the boards again and place a note.

I'm sorry but that is incorrect.

((As for the first one, it's a computer keyboard . . .))

I'm sorry for not answering sooner but your answer is correct.

 

[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'