The riddles of the Three Bards

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« Reply #15 on: 01 April 2003, 17:16:00 »

Now, after thinking, i found a riddle. Beold, and the one to post his story next should figure it, and post the answer within his or her story.
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As the first bard finished his story, and after the spell of the words left me, I noticed, that all of the crowd were watching us. There was no talk – the story had spellbound them all. Yet, a riddle needs a reply, and after thinking for a while, I spoke up. Meanwhile, Nilifus watched me with a slight smile on his lips.

“A brilliant story, Master Nilifus. And the riddle strikes me as one a man accustomed to magic would make. And you may be right, I have spent some time in the Magic City, so you might very well have seen my face there. Yet, I am getting off our track. Your riddle is clever, Master Outwitter; yet, I believe Ignorance is the downfall of tyrants. Ignorance makes the best into the lowest, fools make their fortunes by it, and it lightens even the worst of lives. And what you did? Several possibilities, but you sure said “No”, I believe.”

The bard smiled, yet said nothing. The answer could be spared for later, no doubt. “And since you seem to be finished, I will tell you my own tale, and then we can see. My tale is also about a man of magic, you see... for they are true to the ways of knowledge, yet can it be called wisdom?”

Taking a sip from the wine I was offered, I begun the tale:

“In a land far beyond the Narfost plain, even beyond the sea, there is a mountain, known to some as Coor’efer, the Flame of darkness. It is a mountain peak; tall, and rumoured to be the dwelling place of a dragon from ancient times. Few dare to venture up the peak; fewer still dare to explore it. Those who have, never lived to tell the tale – those who returned were shaking of fear, and could not speak a word. Lost their mind, as the local townsfolk used to say. But my tale is not about them, no. My tale is about a young mage, named Elias, with the nickname the Curios. For he was, as any mage, curious, yet, he was more curious than most of his kind. And of course, once he heard the story of the peak, he simply had to explore it. So one day, when the weather was nice, and the Injera was just rising from the horizon, Elias packed food, water and some other things, that are not important enough for me to tell you about, into his backpack, grabbed a simple staff of durable wood, and headed off, to explore the secrets of the peak.

I was interrupted by one of the bards, who asked: “If Elias was a mage, would he rather not have a staff of magic?” Smiling, I sipped to my wine, and replied: “My friend, magic is not contained in staves, hats, necklaces, or any other piece of rubble. It comes from the mage, and whether the aforementioned mage has a simple wooden staff or a masterpiece of artwork, is completely irrelevant. However, as my tale is not about staves, but about a mage named Elias, let me continue.”

Elias knew, that after walking a while, the path he followed would cut off, as no one had gone farther in a long time. But still, he knew, that this was far too interesting to let be. Thus, he continued his journey.

Yet, the ways of Grothar are treacherous, and the once fine morning turned out to be a rainy day. Dark clouds gathered on the sky, and the rain fell heavy on the ground. Elias was accustomed to travelling, and knew, that he should look for shelter, less get soaked and tired.

As Elias searched for a shelter, he came across a cave opening, leading into the mountain. As the rain started to fall heavier, and his curiosity also begged him to explore the cave, he went inside, to both see and dry himself. Once inside, Elias made a small fire, by the aid of a little magic, since wet wood does not burn easily.

After drying a little, and eating some, he took out a small crystal from his backpack, and put it on top of his staff. Speaking the words of a spell, he made the crystal glow with a dim light, just enough to go deeper into the cave, yet not bright enough to awaken whatever might be inside.

And when he looked up from the spell, he saw to his horror, not a dragon, but a creature of magic - a frightening demon. Elias wanted to run, yet, the demon spoke in a voice most horrible: “Greetings, little mage. Have you come to be my dinner?” The voice was like an icy touch: It crawled on the skin, and into the mind. Truly terrible, it was.

Elias was frightened. Yet, he knew some about demons: They were always seeking diversion, and liked to play with their food before they ate it. Figuring this to be the only chance of survival he had, Elias mustered his nerve, and replied: ”No, great Demon, I have come to seek shelter in your cave. I hope I am not trespassing?” The demon was amused by such a question, and laughed: “Not a bit of it. I so seldom receive visitors; you seem like pleasant company.”

Now, it should be known, that demons tend to be of different kinds. This one, as it seemed, was not one of rage and terror, but rather one liking to be challenged.

So Elias, shaking with fear, replied: “If so is, I propose a d-d-diversion, mighty Demon.” The demon flashed a smile, and it was a sight truly terrible. “Amusing, little mage. I am almost intrigued. What do you propose?”

Elias figured, that here, here was his chance for running, and escaping the Demon. “I propose a game of riddles. Since you are eternal, and must be much, much wiser than little me, ask me a riddle. If I can solve it, you will let me go. If I can’t, I am still in your custody.”

“Puny mage! Do you think, that you will be able to solve my riddle? Bt indeed, this is a sound diversion. I will ask you this:

I once came to a forest. In the middle of the forest, I saw a mighty oak, the king of the forest. And, due to my nature, I could also see a tiny worm, eating away on the inside of the oak. I was in this forest for many days, and everyday, the worm ate at the oak. One day, an errant breeze, despite it once being a powerful tree, toppled the oak. Yet, puny mage, the oak in my tale represents Truth. So comes my question: What does the breeze represent?”

I stopped, taking a sip of my wine. “Elias came out of the cave alive, gentlemen. For he understood the riddle, and solved it. And despite how much the Demon wanted to eat him, once a challenge is posed, a Demon is bound by its terms, and must abide by them. Yet, can you solve the riddle, Master Nilifus?”


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« Reply #16 on: 01 April 2003, 22:41:00 »

Nilifus grinned. "Hah. Seems my poor mind had a better grasp of riddle than I thought... I chose my words with not a thought to back them up, and it seems I managed to make my little tale that much sweeter with one word... Sorry, Master Wizard, but 't looks like I may have to change my last to Magefooler. But, bein' the wondrous kind man that I am, you can have another try if you want... And if the oak is truth, the worm is one of the deathly flaws. 'Tis too bad I can't discover which. I'd guess Corruption, but 'tis too simple for a wizard's mind to come up with. No, Nilifus'll let another try to uncover your riddle first." Outwitter took a pipe out of his pocket, lit it with a flourish, and started to puff contentedly as one of the bards stirred...

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« Reply #17 on: 02 April 2003, 02:50:00 »

Drat y'all! So smart. I would like to think I know it, but I don't think I do at all.

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« Reply #18 on: 02 April 2003, 08:04:00 »

Hm hm. If it aint ignorance, than it has to be soemthign else ( i have a second option), yet, let the others try first.

BTW- my riddle- the question is what the breeze represents.... yet, you must also figure the worm to get it.

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« Reply #19 on: 02 April 2003, 22:19:00 »

I think I know the Worm, but am not sure.

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« Reply #20 on: 06 April 2003, 02:24:00 »

Ok, here's the thread where I accumulate what we have already... Upon reading everything I also corrected misspellings, added a better word/Santharian reference here and there. Other parts to come...

The riddles of the Three Bards

(As recounted by the travelling mage Silfer Darkflare)

Once upon a time I happened to pass by the city of Bardavos, which lies south of the great Narfost Plain, near Occen's Lake. I did not plan to stop by the city; but as my supplies run short, I had better get new ones, rather than starve and freeze. My stay should not have been long; I needed only food, and maybe some coins - to ensure my journey for a while. And since the School of the Quill, the part of Bardavos dedicated to poets and writers, greatly welcomes tales from the northern lands, I figured to have a fair chance at getting my supplies there.

Once inside the city, I asked around and thus was directed to the aforementioned School. Indeed it was not hard to find, and soon I reached my destination. As the weather was rather ugly at this time, because winter was battling the arising spring, it felt good to come inside the school, and sit down by the fire. Not knowing much about the school, nor the ways of the bards, I decided to sit down and listen for a while, rather than opening my mouth. For it is an old line of wisdom that refers to speech as silver, yet silence as gold, in certain situations.

After listening to various stories for a while in one of the public rooms of the School, there was one conversation that caught my attention from the cozy corner I was occupying. Two young, but without any doubt talented bards were talking among themselves. Their conversation was going on for a while, and did not catch my ear until they started to talk about wisdom. As wisdom is not a light matter, and a matter valued by any mage, I centered my attention, listening closely to their conversation. The main issue was how one could acquire wisdom, and what one could see as wisdom. However, as the bards talked, they reached no agreement, and their dialogue became slightly more heated. Little time passed, and the two were arguing among themselves, about who was the cleverest of them. Soon, they began to wonder how they could measure it. As competition attracts listeners, there was a small crowd forming around the two bards, watching their eloquent debate with great intensity.

Figuring that this could be a rather interesting conversation, as well as a gaining one, I rose from my cozy corner, walking closer to the two arguing bards.

“The ways of wisdom and knowledge are a rather interesting subject”, I said, smiling in my thoughts. “One can argue for all it is worth, yet, I propose a diversion, that can both prove enlightening, and entertaining”, I continued, as both the bards and the people around them turned their attention towards me.

“Who are you, stranger?” one of the bards inquired me. “A lonely traveller, running out of supplies, and thus stopping at this city”, I replied. “And since your conversation proves rather interesting, and my pockets at the moment are as empty as my stomach, I propose the following: Each of us can tell a tale, and inside the tale, each should place a riddle. Once the tales are told, we will try to figure out each other’s riddles. The quality of the tale, as well as the riddle inside, can then be a measure of our knowledge and wisdom.”

“Yet”, I continued, “As I am in need of supplies, I also propose that if you like my tale, and cannot solve the riddle within, then you let me stay for the night, as well as give me some food - to aid my journey."

"And if we do solve your riddle, traveller?” – one of the bards curiously inquired . “If that happens, you are still welcome to let me stay for the night, however, in return I will tell you a tale or two, if you wish. You see, I have travelled here all the way down from Ximax, and I picked up quite a lot of stories on my journey. Either way, we will all be at win – you will hear and tell a tale, as that is a bard’s liking, and I, in return, will also hear and tell some tales, as well as have a good night’s sleep if my tale falls to your taste.”

“A rather interesting concept, traveller”, the second bard spoke up. The first one looked at him, then, as if reaching some understanding, they both spoke up: “We agree. As you pointed out, there is no more delight for a bard than to listen and be listened to.”

“Very well”, I said. “Yet, before we start, can I have at least something to still my hunger? Otherwise, I fear my tale might be unheard under the rumbling of my stomach.” The bards smiled, and got me some food. While I ate, the bards waited, no doubt preparing their stories. After finishing the simply delicious Bardavossian bread accompanied by some Bard's Own, I spoke up: “Who will begin?”

One of the bards sat back against the wall by the roaring fire.

"Hmm... something tells me I've seen your face before, Master Ergless." He spoke in a lilting tone, the accent that of the Green Hills just beyond the Ximaxian Plateau. "I think I may've seen your face about the Shimmering Spires, yes, the Yellow Tower, if I'm not mistaken. And if you are from the Magic City, it's all the more fitting that my tale's of me and a magical man..."

He took a drink from his mug, and then began...

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"I was walking through the forest one day... Where, you ask? Ah, a literal mind my friend has. 'Twere the Quallion, land of the elven Lords, and a disputed ground for wizards. For 'tis there that the wizardleaf grows, a blossom with sorcerous powers to fool the eyes, trick the ears, and bring through to the world illusions great and powerful. But I'm afraid my tongue wanders. The story begins with me walking through that forest, enjoying a fine early summer's day, when I came across an entire field of the mage's bouquet. Nearly as far as the eye could see, 'twas nothing but the mystic herb covering the ground, even some growing on the sides of the great trees. Well, I don't mind telling you, I sat down and started to pick some for myself, saying to myself as I went, 'Nilifus, you'll be getting yourself a fine few meals out of this, and no mistake, because there's not a wizard for strals about who wouldn't pay through the nose for some nice healthy leaves like this!'

But then I said to myself, 'You know, Twitter, that there's bound to be one of the magic ones about. After all, isn't it said that they can smell leaf from a mile away, and be taking it into their pouches in a minute?'

I argued with myself for a while, picking leaf while I sat there, talking to myself. 'T must have been a strange sight, a man sitting in the middle of a field of magical herb, mutterin' to hisself... but then the story got interestin'.

As I was talkin' to meself, I said 'Y'know, Nilifus, it's strange none of the robies have shown up yet,' and then there he suddenly was. Those robes were such a shade of violet y'coulda fallen asleep just lookin' at 'em. I looked at the robes, and I looked at the face ('Twas one of the oldish ones. The ones who've got the grey hair and the wrinkled faces but can still catch you across the knuckles if y' try to go to sleep.) and I said to myself, 'Well, here's a right problem.'

And then came the funny bit. The roby smiled a bit, and said 'Indeed it is, for this is my ground, Master Bard, and I think you may be disturbing my crop.' I remember thinkin' he looked like the type who'd be completely polite even as he was choppin' fingers off.

Well, I said to him, I says, 'Now now, Master Wizard, there's no reason to be pokin' around in Twitter's mind, is there? I'm willin' to talk a bit more without you knowing what I'm going to ask you before I opens my mouth.'

He smiled a bit more, and he said with a smirk you could practically taste, 'Wasn't that much pokin' to do, Nilifus Bunglefoot.' And that was a nasty thing to say, 'coz that was the name all the kids back at home had for me back whenever we'd be playing... I wasn't botherin' to try not to think the names the roby bastard deserved.
Well, I says to him, 'How's this for a deal, Master Wizard? I asks you a question, and you has to answer it. If you answers it, you gets to do whatever y' please with me, and I won't have to toss this fireseed-' Coz' while he'd been having a look-see in my head, I'd been holdin' on real tight to the fireseed I'd grabbed from me pack when roby'd showed up '-into your crop here. If I stumps you, you let the poor bard go with what he's got. Not goin'a ask y' to not poke around my poor head for it, and if I can't answer it either, then you'll still win.' And I knows he'll accept, coz' if he don't, he'll be out his crop, and he'll have a bard's death curse on him, and that isn't the thing a wizard's likely to take lightly, no.

Then I thought, but in his voice, kind of, 'Very well, Bard. You may pick whatever riddle you can think of.'
So I sits, and I thinks. I thinks "Twitter, you'd better think good, 'coz if you wants to get another meal again, you'll have to know the answer to the riddle, but not let yourself know it. 'Tis a right problem, and no mistake.'

So eventually, me, sweating all over, asks him, 'What's the downfall of tyrants, makes the best into the lowest, brings fools their fortune, and lights the worst life?'

Well, he sits, and he thinks, and I does my best not to think. And I can feel im' messin' around in my head. Something like a headache, only in the way your thinkin', it'd be all over. More like he was givin' me little headaches, one at a time. And eventually he sits back and says 'Damn you, bard! It's not in your head at all! You have no idea what you meant, you just heard it somewhere before and couldn't figure it out! I still win, and now you are going to pay!'

I says, still tryin' not to think, 'Well, I'm not to begrudge you a guess, Master Wizard.'

Well, he thinks, and this time there's not a headache to bother me. So I'm thinkin', and suddenly there's a headache, and he bursts out with "LUCK! I have you, Bard!"

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'Now, I can't finish the story without one of you fine gentlemen figuring out the riddle, coz' what I did next was the answer.' Nilifus Outwitter took another swig of his ale. 'But I will say that was how I earned those first two letters, and I ain't talkin' about the N and the I.'

As the first bard finished his story, and after the spell of the words left me, I noticed, that all of the crowd were watching us. There was no talk – the story had spellbound them all. Yet, a riddle needs a reply, and after thinking for a while, I spoke up. Meanwhile, Nilifus watched me with a slight smile on his lips.

“A brilliant story, Master Nilifus. And the riddle strikes me as one a man accustomed to magic would make. And you may be right, I have spent some time in the Magic City, so you might very well have seen my face there. Yet, I am getting off our track. Your riddle is clever, Master Outwitter; yet, I believe Ignorance is the downfall of tyrants. Ignorance makes the best into the lowest, fools make their fortunes by it, and it lightens even the worst of lives. And what you did, Master Nilifus? Several possibilities, but you sure said “No”, I believe...”

Nilifus grinned. "Hah. Seems my poor mind had a better grasp of riddle than I thought... I chose my words with not a thought to back them up, and it seems I managed to make my little tale that much sweeter with one word... Sorry, Master Wizard, but 't looks like I may have to change my last to Magefooler. But, bein' the wondrous kind man that I am, you can have another try if you want..."

I pondered, then decided to give my own story for consideration: Well, anyway, since you seem to be finished, I will tell you my own tale, and then we can see. My tale is also about a man of magic, you see... for they are true to the ways of knowledge, yet can it be called wisdom?”

Taking a sip from the wine I was offered, I began the tale:

“In a land far beyond the Narfost Plain, even beyond the sea, there is a mountain, known to some as Coór’efér, the Flame of Darkness. It is a remarkable mountain peak; tall, and rumoured to be the dwelling place of a dragon from ancient times. Few dare to venture up the peak; fewer still dare to explore it. Those who have, never lived to tell the tale – those who returned were shaking of fear, and could not speak a word. Lost their mind, as the local townsfolk used to say. But my tale is not about them, no. My tale is about a young mage, named Eljas, with the nickname he earned, the Curious. For he was, as any mage, curious, yet, he was more curious than most of his kind. And of course, once he heard the story of the peak, he simply had to explore it. So one day, when the weather was nice, and the Injèrá was just rising from the horizon, Eljas packed food, water and some other things, that are not important enough for me to tell you about, into his backpack, grabbed a simple staff of durable wood, and headed off, to explore the secrets of the peak."

I was interrupted by one of the bards, who asked: “If Eljas was a mage, would he rather not have a staff of magic as well?” Smiling, I sipped to my wine, and replied: “My friend, magic is not contained in staves, hats, necklaces, or any other piece of rubble. It comes from the mage, and whether the aforementioned mage has a simple wooden staff or a masterpiece of artwork, is completely irrelevant. However, as my tale is not about staves, but about a mage named Eljas, let me continue.”

Eljas knew, that after walking a while, the path he followed would cut off, as no one had gone farther in a long time. But still, he knew, that this was far too interesting to let be. Thus, he continued his journey.

Yet, the ways of Grothar are treacherous, and the once fine morning turned soon gave way to a rainy day. Dark clouds gathered on the sky, and the rain fell vehemently to the ground. Eljas was accustomed to travelling, and knew that he should look for shelter, to get less soaked and rest a bit.

As Eljas searched for a shelter, he came across a cave opening, leading into the mountain. As the rain started to get even more and more dense, and his curiosity also lead him to explore the cave, he went inside, to have a look around and dry himself. Once inside, Eljas made a small fire, by the aid of a little magic, since wet wood does not burn easily.

After drying a little, and eating some, he took out a small crystal from his backpack, and put it on top of his staff. Speaking the words of a spell, he made the crystal glow with a dim light, just enough to go deeper into the cave, yet not bright enough to awaken whatever might be inside.

And when he looked up from the spell, he saw to his horror, not a dragon, but a creature of magic - a frightening demon. Eljas wanted to run, yet, the demon spoke in a voice most horrible: “Greetings, little mage. Have you come to be my dinner?” The voice was like an icy touch: It crawled on the skin, and into the mind. Truly terrible, it was.

Eljas was frightened. Yet, he knew some about demons: They were always seeking diversion, and liked to play with their food before they ate it. Figuring this to be the only chance of survival he had, Eljas mustered his nerve, and replied: ”No, great Demon, I have come to seek shelter in your cave. I hope I am not trespassing?” The demon was amused by such a question, and laughed: “Not a bit of it. I so seldom receive visitors; you seem like pleasant company.”

Now, it should be known that demons tend to be of different kinds. This one, as it seemed, was not one of rage and terror, but rather one liking to be challenged.

So Eljas, shaking with fear, replied: “If so is, I propose a d-d-diversion, mighty Demon.” The demon flashed a smile, and it was a sight truly terrible. “Amusing, little mage. I am almost intrigued. What do you propose?”

Eljas figured that here was his chance for running, and escaping the Demon. “I propose a game of riddles. Since you are eternal, and must be much, much wiser than little me, ask me a riddle. If I can solve it, you will let me go. If I can’t, I am still in your custody.”

“Puny mage! Do you think, that you will be able to solve my riddle? Bt indeed, this is a sound diversion. I will ask you this:

I once came to a forest. In the middle of the forest, I saw a mighty oak, the king of the forest. And, due to my nature, I could also see a tiny worm, eating away on the inside of the oak. I was in this forest for many days, and everyday, the worm ate at the oak. One day, an errant breeze, despite it once being a powerful tree, toppled the oak. Yet, puny mage, the oak in my tale represents Truth. So comes my question: What does the breeze represent?”

I stopped, taking a sip of my wine. “Eljas came out of the cave alive, gentlemen. For he understood the riddle, and solved it. And despite how much the Demon wanted to eat him, once a challenge is posed, a Demon is bound by its terms, and must abide by them. Yet, can you solve the riddle, Master Nilifus?”

"Hmmm... if the oak is truth, the worm is one of the deathly flaws. 'Tis too bad I can't discover which. I'd guess Corruption, but 'tis too simple for a wizard's mind to come up with. No, Nilifus'll let another try to uncover your riddle first." Outwitter took a pipe out of his pocket, lit it with a flourish, and started to puff contentedly as one of the bards stirred...

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« Reply #21 on: 06 April 2003, 03:41:00 »

Ok, I've prepared what we have here so far and e.g. places things to the correct positions for the final story. Concept is very good and interesting and suspenseful to read, so congratulations on the idea and the realization so far

- Now to some comments:

1.) Xarl mentions the name "Ergless" when talking to Silfer, and I'm not sure what that exactly means. Silfer obvioulsy is Silfer himself, and I don't know if "Ergless" is a slang word her as well like "Twitter" - please specifiy.

2.) I propose to rename the character of Silfer's part to e.g. "Eljas" (did that replacement in the text above already). Reason is because we also don't use names like Andrew, Peter (English) or in this case Elias, or David, Abraham (Jewish) in a Santharian setting. We probably aren't 100% Santharian at names, but whenever we go too much into Earth mythology/naming we should try to use other names. So I guess Eljas sounds better in this case.

3.) As usual at larger stories, 3-4 lines of introduction would be fine in order to prepare it for the site eventually

4.) Story conclusion: I wonder if there will be a story conclusion after we've heard all bard stories. E.g. that all answers are found and then someone comes in with no intention at all to be Mr. Wise man, makes a little remark which puzzles everbody and all have to admit e.g. that this man is much wiser than the rest (e.g. because everybody was talking about abstract terms in the riddles, but that wisdom in fact is something completely). Or something in this direction. I don't know if you have any plans in this direction, Silfer, bue I think we should start to think about it to see it from the "whole" perspective.

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« Reply #22 on: 06 April 2003, 11:13:00 »

Well, the final chapter has been a steady headache of mine recently... your idea sounds good. Yet, I am waiting for Vir's story. The Bard said to me that she probably has to resign form this, due to lack of time and creativity. But I thought I should make a final chapter to this, and we'll see- i might use your idea... (Originally, I had no intention of making this such a big thing... just was bored, and thought I could use a diversion... so one writes down something, and makes a contest from it. Also i wanted to write a story, as i havent written large stories in ages.)

Xarl meant it as a calling name, not a real name. (I think)

Eljas sounds ace! Keep it. As I have a hard time getting my characters named, i used a terran name.

You'll get your four lines of intro, no prob there. But after i make final chaoter, which i do after Vir posts sotry or resignation form contest.

Thats all so far... btw- Did the great philosopher Arti solve our riddles?


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« Reply #23 on: 06 April 2003, 17:39:00 »

Ergless... has no Ergs. Penniless, adapted for Santharia.


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« Reply #24 on: 06 April 2003, 19:07:00 »

"He hasn't got two san to click together...." might be a bit more understandable, while still capturing the spirit of the expression....

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Re: My story

« Reply #25 on: 07 April 2003, 13:03:00 »

Well, I haven't solved the riddles, but on the other hand it would be good if the conclusion would be written by someone with a bit of a philosophical background (which I fear would mean by me). Perhaps a bit in the Kon Fu Tse or Lao Tse direction of Chinese philosophy, but don't have a definite idea yet. Maybe I'll get an idea during the Easter holidays...

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Re: My story

« Reply #26 on: 07 April 2003, 23:26:00 »

Well, I want to write one, but i can't solve the riddle. I'm not so sharp, I guess.
And as Vir has recently changed from a Jhell, to an Eoph, I need to think of a riddle that will work her dark side. There's allways the classic Shadow riddle, which will work perfectly, but I think it may be too easy. But I guess that doesn;t matter much, ya? It's teh story!

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Re: My story

« Reply #27 on: 07 April 2003, 23:43:00 »

No porb if the riddle is easy-at least we'll solve one!

Yes, someone else than me writing the last chaoter could be good... if the almighty sage has time.

We can post the riddle answers afte Vir makes her story.