"I assure you many of us are quite skilled in such things. On the battlefield there is usually little time or need to perform such elaborate maneuvers." Igreis tells the human with a shrug, not commenting more then that as he looks in tje direction of the others.
Following the signs for the riddle competition takes you back towards the large glass temple of Luxon you saw on our way in. An elderly goblin in blue robes presides over a set of three tables. One table holds a wooden box, the second wooden plaque with a poem embossed into it, and on the third rests a row of colored bottles. A banner hanging over the setup reads, “Test your wit with me, against these riddles three.”
The goblin introduces himself as Elder Colbu Kaz and invites the group to try the riddles. "Five silver to enter, get two correct to earn a prize"
Standing to the side you also see Galsariad, the drow you met at the pie eating contest, turning a tin medal over in his hand. "Time to see if you're good for more than stuffing your face"
"That's five silver for the whole team, right?" Gan asks as he slides the coins over. "Any rules to get this here prize?Can we just ask you for the answer?"
"You tell me the answers son, not the other way around" he says, chuckling, "Yes, 5 silver for the group. I'll let you know any special rules for each riddle"
At the first table you find a locked wooden box and four metal keys. On a placard beside the box is written the following riddle in Common: Bronze, copper, silver, gold— Ancient ones from tales of old. Match the key to the box’s lock; A mistaken choice begets a shock.
Each key is made of a different metal—one bronze, one copper, one silver, and one gold. Close examination of the box reveals that its lock is shaped like a dragon with a fluted crest, and the edges of the box are decorated with engravings of pearls and shells.
Onizos starts reciting an old poem he had learned, about the different types of dragons and where they like to live. Blue black white green red, and copper brass bronze silver gold…..
Beatrix you recall two stories you heard along your travels, neither verified. One was a fighter who claimed to have defeated a silver dragon on an icy mountain. The second was from a sailor. He said a friendly dolphin followed his ship for hours before transforming into a bronze dragon and flying into the sunset.
As you insert the key, you hear a click as a mechanism deactivates and you are able to open the box. Inside is a white molar the size of a strawberry.
"Good Job! Baby tooth from a horizonback, considered good luck! You can keep it if you want" Colbu says.
The next table has a poem written out in common:
Two birds sit in a speckled field, One silver and calm, one scarlet with woe. Nigh all year, the red one yields To silver’s illusions, mischief, and shelt’ring glow.
Colbu glides over and elaborates, "For this one, simply speak the names of the two birds"
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"Riddle, wrestle, swi'?", Yabo asks his companions.
He's not sure he'll be able to contribute much to the riddling, but who knows, maybe they need a sensible tortle perspective to solve the puzzle.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Onizos says,
“I suggest Yabo, our most aquatically inclined member, do the swimming. Satyr legs aren’t really built right for water propulsion.”
Gan shrugs.
”Don’t even know if it’s a fast swim or a long swim. But yeah Yabo makes the most sense. Can you breathe underwater Yab?”
"No, can hold my breath a long time though. Not a fast swimmer, but I can stay under. Might depend what the job is, but maybe save that for last?"
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
If they can choose the order of the events, maybe head to the riddle one next.
"I assure you many of us are quite skilled in such things. On the battlefield there is usually little time or need to perform such elaborate maneuvers." Igreis tells the human with a shrug, not commenting more then that as he looks in tje direction of the others.
Following the signs for the riddle competition takes you back towards the large glass temple of Luxon you saw on our way in. An elderly goblin in blue robes presides over a set of three tables. One table holds a wooden box, the second wooden plaque with a poem embossed into it, and on the third rests a row of colored bottles. A banner hanging over the setup reads, “Test your wit with me, against these riddles three.”
The goblin introduces himself as Elder Colbu Kaz and invites the group to try the riddles. "Five silver to enter, get two correct to earn a prize"
Standing to the side you also see Galsariad, the drow you met at the pie eating contest, turning a tin medal over in his hand. "Time to see if you're good for more than stuffing your face"
Gan looks at Colbu Kaz, ignoring the drow.
"That's five silver for the whole team, right?" Gan asks as he slides the coins over. "Any rules to get this here prize? Can we just ask you for the answer?"
"You tell me the answers son, not the other way around" he says, chuckling, "Yes, 5 silver for the group. I'll let you know any special rules for each riddle"
At the first table you find a locked wooden box and four metal keys. On a placard beside the box is written the following riddle in Common:
Bronze, copper, silver, gold—
Ancient ones from tales of old.
Match the key to the box’s lock;
A mistaken choice begets a shock.
Each key is made of a different metal—one bronze, one copper, one silver, and one gold. Close examination of the box reveals that its lock is shaped like a dragon with a fluted crest, and the edges of the box are decorated with engravings of pearls and shells.
Gan looks at the box and the shape of the lock and the engravings on the side.
"Pearls and shells?" Gan queries and then asks the rest of the group, "Those are sea things, ain't they?"
"For this one, simply choose a key and use it to open the box" the Elder says
Onizos muses,
“Seems like a reference to types of dragons… Is one of them more drawn to the ocean?”
Does any hunters tale stand out to Baetrix?
History: 17
Onizos starts reciting an old poem he had learned, about the different types of dragons and where they like to live. Blue black white green red, and copper brass bronze silver gold…..
Beatrix you recall two stories you heard along your travels, neither verified. One was a fighter who claimed to have defeated a silver dragon on an icy mountain. The second was from a sailor. He said a friendly dolphin followed his ship for hours before transforming into a bronze dragon and flying into the sunset.
Onizos, please roll for History too
"Think it's a shock like you get za' 'ed, or the go'lin tells us so'e sorta gossi' we didn't know 'efore?"
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
History 5
Onizos feels that he can’t remember the rhyme correctly, he’s got it all messed up.
Baetrix will relay the short version of the story to the others, pick up the bronze key, and attempt to open the dragon lock with it.
As you insert the key, you hear a click as a mechanism deactivates and you are able to open the box. Inside is a white molar the size of a strawberry.
"Good Job! Baby tooth from a horizonback, considered good luck! You can keep it if you want" Colbu says.
The next table has a poem written out in common:
Two birds sit in a speckled field,
One silver and calm, one scarlet with woe.
Nigh all year, the red one yields
To silver’s illusions, mischief, and shelt’ring glow.
Colbu glides over and elaborates, "For this one, simply speak the names of the two birds"