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Post by Alcorad on Apr 8, 2006 4:29:47 GMT
The snake laughed even louder as to sew the seeds of dismay among the soldiers but at length he lifted his head and began to speak the next riddle. "Who makes it has no need of it. Who buys it has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?" The snake dove back into the earth and began to circle the many pillars, wrapping his long thick tail around the many stone bluffs that hung helplessly in a deep fog. The entire time the beast's cold eyes lingered on the soldiers awaiting a slip of the words so it could deliver the blow it had been waiting for.
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Apr 8, 2006 4:34:55 GMT
"Oh, isn't this befitting," Morsereg laughed gently as the serpent finished the riddle. He needed no time for this one, glancing down towards the earth, his voice ringing to the serpent, "The answer is a coffin! You are failing your master, snake, do you know that?"
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Post by Alcorad on Apr 8, 2006 4:41:09 GMT
The snake laughed in mockery for however wise the Istari had been in answering the riddles he had been far too foolish to grasp the greater concept. "Now to the third riddle. When is a rock like an orange cat?"
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Apr 8, 2006 4:44:20 GMT
Morsereg seemed ultimately shocked at the riddle, eyes widening in a sort of weirded-out expression. He was silent for a time, pondering the answer, when he decided to open his mouth, "Serpent, that riddle --" He began, before being silenced.
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Post by Alcorad on Apr 8, 2006 4:46:41 GMT
"Ah but wait, wizard! I do not think the elf has had a turn to speak! Let your friend there answer the third riddle." The snake said deviously directing his cold watchful eyes to Ashuron. "Well, my elven friend? When is rock like an orange cat?" The snake's tongue slipped in and out of its mouth as it hissed in utter delight.
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Post by Faron on Apr 8, 2006 18:59:18 GMT
Ashuron thought hard in answer to the snake's question. These mindgames were not his strong-point. Conducting full-scale battles he could do, as well as cutting orcs into bite-sized bits, but riddles were not his strong point. Then, the Elven-lord thought of something. It may not have been the answer which the serpent had expected, but it would hard for it to be labled as an untrue statement. "When it has lost its 'K,' " he said at last, "For then the statement is about the Roc, refering to a large avian, another name for the mountain eagles which belong to the group of Yavanna's Kelvar, those things which move, much the same as a cat, an elf, or a serpent."
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