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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2015 18:15:54 GMT
You can take this IC/OOC your call... Basically what title says, so who will win?
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Post by Milo on Apr 30, 2015 4:51:06 GMT
An announcers bell rings off in the distance, and quite the dapper man walks into the room with the best of top hats made of fine red leather. A simple and playful skull mask resting on the side of his face. "A new challenger has entered the thread!" Bowing low the dapper man removes his top hat for a moment. "How do you do?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2015 7:57:33 GMT
Hmm a new challenger, what to do... what to do. How about a bit of wrestling to pass the time?
*Attempts to look muscular*
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Post by Milo on Apr 30, 2015 9:47:14 GMT
Great question! I am not one for physical competitions, how about a riddle? Its a simple one I think you might quite like. What question can you never honestly answer yes to? *Pulls out a lawn chair and sits down*
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Post by Trinity Mouser on May 1, 2015 4:24:09 GMT
Riddles? This is not "The Hobbit", there are no riddles here. I honestly don't know, if I had to guess... It would be either Marriage, due to the fact people say "I do"... Or from someone mute "can you speak". Otherwise no idea... But either way... *runs off with the crown without questions asked or answered*
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 6:29:16 GMT
A voice echoes across the stadium: "I ACCEPT!" A Skald drops from the roof, a six-legged wolf the size of a small bison behind him. "The riddle, that is; the answer to the aformentioned one is 'Is your answer a lie?'!" The man twirls his mottled-blue cloak, revealing a Moon Tarot card. "Allow me to prefer a second riddle to the congregate;
That would I have which I had yesterday; heed what I had: men’s hamperer, word’s hinderer, and speeder of speech. Aright read now this riddle, Heithrek!”
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Post by Milo on May 2, 2015 18:48:57 GMT
"It is more commonly answered, are you dreaming. But that answer will suffice my need." I step out of my lawn chair so calmly sat upon and stand. I think about his riddle hard the feeling is that I have heard it before. "Ale! Booze, and much the like. It is known to put all many of mans wits on end. Turn some talkative and others there wits become a maze."
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 3:15:30 GMT
The Skald nods, grinning. "Aye! Ale, for my fellow riddler, and I!" The man grasps the first glass offered, quaffing it in short order. "You are well versed, good sir, though I note you did not provide a counter riddle. Is it perhaps not your wish to continue? For I shall continue till my foe falls beneath my wit, or he admits defeat!" The man uses his free hand to fluerish a Tarot Card of Death.
"One thin, one bold, one sick, one cold. The earth we span, to prey upon man. Who are we?"
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Post by Milo on May 5, 2015 3:25:49 GMT
Tipping my hat I smile. I know this one well. "The four horsemen of course." Taking the offered ale, I take a swig. "I must have forgotten to reply properly, I apologize."
It can be said: To be gold is to be good; To be stone is to be nothing; To be glass is to be fragile; To be cold is to be cruel. Unmetaphored, what am I?
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 4:06:57 GMT
The skald laughs hartily, spilling more ale than he drinks, one part revelry, one part maintaining his wits. "Ah, yes, good sir. The Horsemen of the Apocalypse, though a true Nordsman doesn't believe mere men could kick off such a momentus event! The answer to your own, well-worded riddle, is The Heart, from which all virtue or lack-thereof comes from." The Skald draws yet another Tarot from some hidden pocket; The Fool. "Here is my next challenge: It occurs once in every minute Twice in every moment And yet never in one hundred thousand years."
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