An alternative to stories... 2

Post by **Ameena** » Wed Feb 09, 2005 9:54 am

Little quick one...

Thief

Small they are,
Fast they run.
Brown body,
Cheeky face,
Never just one
Runs to you
And then away,
Runs to cries
Of “Stop!” and “Hey!”.
Runs away
With sword or shield,
Yet knows not how
To weapons wield.
Knows not how
To harm the weak.
Does not whisper,
Does not sneak.
Runs around,
Blue arms wave,
Worse than Chaos
They behave.
See one coming,
Cast a spell,
Chop, or else prepare
To run forth and yell.

Couldn't think of anything much better to do at the time. There's not much to write about Screamers and Mummies but still...I'll do some more on the story too of course...

EDIT - Oh bugger I just realised I posted this in the wrong thread - this is meant to go in the poems thread

. Bum. Well, I was in a bit of a rush 'cause I had to go to a lesson when I posted it...Hmm, could any nice moderator person please move it for me?

- maaaybe.... - b.

Post by **PaulH** » Sat Feb 12, 2005 1:57 am

A poem about screamers:

Large and green
Look quite mean
Walking tree
Will not defeat me,

Big fireball
Will make them fall
And they taste quite nice
A bit like cauliflower apparently

I'll stick to sciency things...

Post by **PaulH** » Wed Feb 16, 2005 2:09 am

Here's one about that Chaos bloke...

Mr Lord Chaos
Tall and proud,
Casts mighty spells
From his darkened shroud

Walks on water
As silent as death,
Weaving destruction
With every last breath

Yet there is one thing
That Chaos desires,
A powerful relic
Forged from dark fires

They seek the great staff
And its evil construction,
In their dark hands
'Cause nowt but destruction

Power to break
Yet deftness to make,
Utter confusion
'Til final frought fusion

Chaos awaits
In deep hidden shadow
Ready to unleash
His mindbinding sorrow

Post by **Ameena** » Wed Feb 16, 2005 2:16 am

Cool

Good poem.

beowuuf · Post by **beowuuf** » Fri Feb 18, 2005 12:41 am

A cross between a riddle and a poem (not really a hard one : ) )

The Mightiest of Weapons

Sharpest edge,
Forever keen
Forged over years,
Through twisted means
Tempered in ways
That cannot be counted
Whetted each day
By challenges surmounted

The dungeon will throw
All the might it can
But the weapon is there
For the smallest man
The monster felled,
The trap undone
The riddle beaten,
The secret won

Its point will never
Chip nor dull
Sharper from use
It craves no lull
While weight nor heft
No hand will know
This mighiest of weapons
Will defeat the foe

beowuuf · Post by **beowuuf** » Fri Feb 18, 2005 12:59 am

Ooh, its fun to do these! I know Ameena did this guy already, better than this, but that guy just stirs somehting in me and I produced this now before i remembered.
Edit: Just checked and I notice the stone/alone echo from yours Ameena! Ah well! : )

Last Guardian

Blood red
Blood stained
Sharp eyed
Sharp brained
Quick to anger
Quick to kill
Force of nature
Force of will

Breath of torture
Reach of pain
Lair of wonder
Dark domain
Deeper still
Than sundered lord
Waits forever
Death assured

It walks proud
In halls alone
Footfalls knell
Your doom on stone
Only courage
Its will can bend
Only strength
Can see its end

Post by **Ameena** » Fri Feb 18, 2005 1:45 am

Lol that's really cool Beo, both of 'em

. I wouldn't have noticed any similarity to my poem, in fact I can't really remember any of it atm apart from the title. The Diamond Edge one is cool too...do some more

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Maybe we could both do a poem about the same thing, and then see how similar/different they are...hmm that's an idea eh

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beowuuf · Post by **beowuuf** » Fri Feb 18, 2005 1:54 am

thanks muchly! and lol...it's not the diamond edge : ) read the last sentences again...
how about i do a quirky door one sometime ths week (that's one) then to reciprocate you suggets one for me that you do aswell!

Post by **Ameena** » Fri Feb 18, 2005 4:24 am

Well it surely isn't a door because that doesn't have a "sharpest edge". Could be a Vorpal Blade. "Weight nor heft / No man wil no" implies it's weightless or can't be picked up, which brings me back to a door. Hmph

.

beowuuf · Post by **beowuuf** » Fri Feb 18, 2005 8:26 am

lol, i thought this was an easy one : ) wahahahah, i will leave you guessing
like any puzzle i guess, if you are thinking in frame of mind its easy, if you are thinking the wrong way its not.
hint: don't be so literal...

Post by **Gambit37** » Fri Feb 18, 2005 9:37 am

I don't have the time to think about it.

Post by **Ameena** » Fri Feb 18, 2005 4:14 pm

Okay so it's the "mightiest of weapons" but not a door, it's got the "sharpest edge" but it isn't Diamond Edge (and nothing is harder than diamond...), It could be a spell or something to do with the Firestaff but again, neither of those have sharp edges

. It's a weapon, not a creature. It seems that with "...weight nor heft / No man will know" implying it can't be picked up. Which brings me back to door. But it isn't a door

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It's not a pit 'cause that doesn't have sharp edges either

. Going back to the "weight nor heft" bit could also imply it weighs nothing which would mean it's Corbumite, but again, that doesn't have a sharp edge

. I'm not sure about "Sharper from use" either.
Hmmmm maybe it's an eye, after all vision can be sharp and if you spend lots of time looking at things then your vision would get better. And anyone can use them that has them, which would answer the "smallest man" part. But it doesn't have an "edge" or "point"! Gah!

beowuuf · Post by **beowuuf** » Fri Feb 18, 2005 5:39 pm

gambit was giving you the subtlest of hints

the sharp edge/point stuff is poetic license for equaling it to a weapon really... : )
keep thinking or 'sharper from use' 'no weight nor heft' etc...

Post by **Ameena** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 1:01 am

Arr, here we go again then, let me see...well it's not a sword. It's not a door. It's a weapon, but not something with limited shots as it gets "sharper from use" and "Its point will never / Chip nor dull". That last bit also implies it's made of metal, or at least something shiny.
I bet it's something really obvious that I haven't thought of yet. It could be magic, I suppose...the more you use it, the better you get at it, and it can always be re-used and as a weapon, and used by anyone.
Is it specifically relating to DM or can it be found in other stuff too?
And have I ever been remotely close to getting the answer? lol

beowuuf · Post by **beowuuf** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 1:04 am

don't take literally...all the 'sharpest edge' etc stuff is poetic license, though sometimes is a common description...
you were closest with the idea of the eye... : )

eh, i think this balances the scales for the one i couldn't get!

Post by **PaulH** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 1:07 am

Is it your imagination?

beowuuf · Post by **beowuuf** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 1:08 am

almost there...be more general... : )

Post by **PaulH** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 1:09 am

Your mind or brain then?!! lol!

beowuuf · Post by **beowuuf** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 1:12 am

lol, exactly!

you could argue a good fireball or diamond edge comes a close second though : )
i feel so bad, i didn't mean it as a proper riddle or anything, i was just being lyrical about having to think your way out of every situation, etc : )

Post by **PaulH** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 1:15 am

It was the sharpest edge, forever keen than threw me. You need to visit my Grandma, hehe. Thats why I put imagination, as that seems better than ever!

Anyone know the last line to this?

Red sky at night
Shepherds delight,
Drowned cow in morning
?

Selie · Post by **Selie** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 7:21 am

I'd only heard "Red at night, sailor's delight, red at morning, sailors take warning" ... meaning that a redder dawn is an indication of a coming storm, and a redder sunset is an indication of clear skies and good weather for the next day. I don't know how correct it is, meteorogically, but that's how I learned it growing up.

I'm so bad at riddles. These are pretty cool, though.

beowuuf · Post by **beowuuf** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 10:51 am

"where the *&^% was the flood warning?"

and come on! poetic license! *waves paper at people* romance of the soul! as i said, it wasnt' suppsoed to be a riddle really, it was just like...you know....*throws the paper and runs* : )

Post by **Ameena** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 7:10 pm

I know it as
"Red sky at night, shepherd's delight
Red sky in the morning, shepherd's warning."
Or possibly,
"Red sky at night, shepherd's delight,
Red sky in the morning, barn on fire!"

Post by **Gambit37** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 7:29 pm

Check this out for an explanation of the proverb:

http://www.loc.gov/rr/scitech/mysteries ... ailor.html

Also,was gonna post the answer straight away to your riddle Beo but figured people might want to wrestle with it, hence the clue. Surprised no-one picked up on it really.

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 7:33 pm

Nice link Gambit.

Beo was closest with the flood warning. The answer is... 'Global warming'...

Barn on fire! Excellent!

Post by **PaulH** » Sat Feb 19, 2005 7:35 pm

Reminder: Log in next time.

Post by **Ameena** » Sun Feb 20, 2005 2:29 am

Actually Gambit, I didn't see it as a hint till Beo said it was, and then I was looking at the wrong part - you said you didn't have "...time to think about it" or words to that effect - I thought it was time that you were hinting at, not thinking. But I'd already ruled out stuff like Ring of Time so...
lol

Post by **Gambit37** » Sun Feb 20, 2005 3:27 am

I thought of it as "wisdom" which is really "the sum of one's experience" -- and that only happens over time.

beowuuf · Post by **beowuuf** » Sun Feb 20, 2005 10:37 am

you mind is a combination of it all - intelligence, wisdom, knowledge, imagination
forged over years in ways you probably can't work back to realise, and every experience just sharpens it more

well, unless you work where i work, in which case you begin to have difficulty walking and talking....

beowuuf · Post by **beowuuf** » Sun Feb 20, 2005 7:05 pm

Remembered to get back to doing this...umm, not brilliant, but I'm distracted so I'll just put it up as is : )

Life of a Door

Lifting up or split asunder
Without reproach doors share their wonder
Revealing monster, puzzle, trick
That guards a room or way of brick
Yet non one heeds them when in trouble
Except to drop them to the rubble
And worst of worst, when bored, frustrated
A door is hacked or incinerated!

And even if doors do their best
Reveal a treasure, room for rest
Champions pass by with no word
The door is never thanked, observed
Even though it's waited long
In dark and silence, tall and strong
But doors are fine, and always harty
Still rattle pleasantries to the party

So think on doors who happliy serve
Give them due that they deserve
Pat them thanks, a nod while walking
Greet them too, heed their talking
Always ask before a missle firing
Don't overuse them, its always tiring
And when in combat, don't be a bore
Hack the monster, save the door!