*A rugged old seeming peace of paper was nailed to every nations notice board, most of it ripped off. but what was abled to be read came as follows*
Where sounds of chatter ensues, aside the forges blazing heat.
'You will find the bastion, the ancients shield.
Beneath the icy flow, we wonder where it may have gone.
Find it and then bow, for then you may be the one.
*A second page added soon after, amidst the dark of night, the next day a longer riddle present.*
In a city once bustling, now silent and still,
Where shadows dance freely, and the air is chill,
Seek where Death's embrace patiently lies in wait,
In a place where the living no longer dictate.
Amidst crumbling spires and streets overgrown,
A realm of the lost, where the past is unknown,
There, hidden from view, it silently bides,
In a city of the dead, where no one resides.
Where is this place where Death finds its home?
In a riddle's embrace, its secret is known.
Look deep in the ruins, and you shall see,
The answer revealed, for it's where you must be.
*Over time more riddles having been added*
In a town where silence blankets the land so wide,
Amidst the snow's embrace, where secrets often hide,
Seek a guardian's crown, forged in frost and woe,
A helm of might and valor, where doth it quietly go?
No head shall wear it now, yet it rests in plain sight,
Within this frozen town, beneath the pale moonlight,
A sentinel of the past, lost to time's cruel flow,
Where can you find this helm, in the empty, snowbound glow?
In a fortress of sand where dunes stretch far and wide,
Amongst oceans of golden grains where secrets like to hide,
Look for the heart of armor, a chestpiece strong and grand,
In the desert's ancient keep, buried in the shifting sand.
Beneath the sun's hot gaze, where mirages come to play,
Find this guardian's breastplate, where it lies today,
A relic from the past, protected by the desert's hand,
Where can you unearth this chestplate in the sea of endless sand?
In a realm where storms howl like dragons' mighty roar,
Where the wind is master, and tempests fiercely soar,
Seek the ironclad pants, a treasure strong and true,
In the place where gales dance, the answer lies with you.
Amidst the tempest's fury, where the skies are wild and free,
Where winds find their refuge, like whispers in the sea,
In this tumultuous abode, where nature takes its stand,
Where do the ironclad pants hide in this untamed land?
Within the dark embrace of the endless, consuming mass,
Where shadows coil and linger, and time seems to amass,
Look for the metal boots, strong and steadfast they stand,
In the depths of this abyss, a guardian's feet they brand.
Amidst the obsidian void, where the unknown does entwine,
A place where light fades, and obscurity defines,
In this enigmatic realm, where obscurity is vast,
Where do the metal boots rest, in this boundless darkness cast?
Where sounds of chatter ensues, aside the forges blazing heat.
'You will find the bastion, the ancients shield.
Beneath the icy flow, we wonder where it may have gone.
Find it and then bow, for then you may be the one.
*A second page added soon after, amidst the dark of night, the next day a longer riddle present.*
In a city once bustling, now silent and still,
Where shadows dance freely, and the air is chill,
Seek where Death's embrace patiently lies in wait,
In a place where the living no longer dictate.
Amidst crumbling spires and streets overgrown,
A realm of the lost, where the past is unknown,
There, hidden from view, it silently bides,
In a city of the dead, where no one resides.
Where is this place where Death finds its home?
In a riddle's embrace, its secret is known.
Look deep in the ruins, and you shall see,
The answer revealed, for it's where you must be.
*Over time more riddles having been added*
In a town where silence blankets the land so wide,
Amidst the snow's embrace, where secrets often hide,
Seek a guardian's crown, forged in frost and woe,
A helm of might and valor, where doth it quietly go?
No head shall wear it now, yet it rests in plain sight,
Within this frozen town, beneath the pale moonlight,
A sentinel of the past, lost to time's cruel flow,
Where can you find this helm, in the empty, snowbound glow?
In a fortress of sand where dunes stretch far and wide,
Amongst oceans of golden grains where secrets like to hide,
Look for the heart of armor, a chestpiece strong and grand,
In the desert's ancient keep, buried in the shifting sand.
Beneath the sun's hot gaze, where mirages come to play,
Find this guardian's breastplate, where it lies today,
A relic from the past, protected by the desert's hand,
Where can you unearth this chestplate in the sea of endless sand?
In a realm where storms howl like dragons' mighty roar,
Where the wind is master, and tempests fiercely soar,
Seek the ironclad pants, a treasure strong and true,
In the place where gales dance, the answer lies with you.
Amidst the tempest's fury, where the skies are wild and free,
Where winds find their refuge, like whispers in the sea,
In this tumultuous abode, where nature takes its stand,
Where do the ironclad pants hide in this untamed land?
Within the dark embrace of the endless, consuming mass,
Where shadows coil and linger, and time seems to amass,
Look for the metal boots, strong and steadfast they stand,
In the depths of this abyss, a guardian's feet they brand.
Amidst the obsidian void, where the unknown does entwine,
A place where light fades, and obscurity defines,
In this enigmatic realm, where obscurity is vast,
Where do the metal boots rest, in this boundless darkness cast?
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