The Singing Sword Exists!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 11:25 am
Follow this rhyme to get it im still working on it.
'Neath a shady tree nearby the Glade, Lies a secret that you know we've made. 'Tis the key to more adventures great, For those of you who simply cannot wait.
A statue ticks away the time of day, The mighty arm outstretched doth point the way. When clouds are none and sun shines bright and true, That's the time to try to find the clue.
In a Northern land so far from home, You may wish to go and freely roam. For if one looks in just the right place, Thou shalt see that which possesses grace.
The mighty beast of old is not just lore, And if you're interested in hearing more, This challenge I do give both here and now: Tell me what you found beneath the bough.
Your contemplation is both long and deep, For this one more reward you all shall reap. My words which follow are the simple truth, To find their meaning one must be a sleuth. A boat both wide and tall you may just board, If only you can find the Singing Sword. For this you must destroy the fearsome Jack; And only then may you locate the track. A building thin and tall stands in the snow, Nearby lies the secret you wish to know
That which you seek you will find quickly, If first you do not visit the large tree. Even then this will not be easy, Unless you find a certain NPC. And for you who doubt that I am real, I don't blame you for the way you feel. Trust is a virtue both strong and rare, The truth is what I speak to you, I swear!
Terrae for you I'll tell you what you want, Since you do not poke fun or jaunt or taunt. The books indeed are very fun to read, But you'll need them not for to succeed.
Who or what or why never again, The only thing that matters now is when.
If you took the life of him you seek, He would surely not be keen to speak. Worry not though because just at dawn, The man you're after will in fact respawn.
The torch that you seek just might be the link, But not in the way that you might first think. Open your minds to other ways of play, And extra stuff you just might find today.
Another clue might do you all some good, So perhaps I'll talk about the wood. Within a grove you'll find an ancient trick Which might be handy for your precious stick.
Have you wondered why it can't be sold? The stick you have is verily quite old. The first thing you received might be the key, To unlocking this most wond'rous myst'ry.
Work not too hard for it will be in vain, And surely cause you a great deal of pain. The secret that you work so hard to chase Is actually right there before your face. Once you know it you will surely feel Happy that you owned your great Guild Seal. The answer to this quest is obvious, When you think not; “him” nor “her” but “us”
Methinks it time to spill another hint, Your trusty spade shall not give off a glint When near the spot to dig you doth go near, Unless first you've drunk down some nice cold beer.
I said not drunk when last I gave a clue, Such 'sumptions will only make you quite blue. But if this way you feel you must construe, You'll find it difficult when you walk through.
If an easy riddle's what you want, I might be able to be nonchalant. In South Bowerstone there is a gal, Who absolutely will not be your pal. She'll tell you something that you want to know, If only you can figure where to go.
This next rhyme might not be such a clue, But rather something small from me to you. By Avo's smile and Skorn's great wrath you'll see Just how much more there is to this great key.
A few points here I will now clarify, Though my info I shalln't verify: You may reach the Final Quest any time, But to do so later is sublime. When South I sang I'm certain South I meant, The one you seek might well hide in a tent. As for the clue that ties all the loose ends, Try first to solve it on your own my friends!
To Kess0r I shall sing a little song, Pay heed my words and you shall not go wrong: The Northern Wastes are indeed what they are, Going there won't get you very far. With the stick you'll know just what to do In just the spot and with a foaming brew. On the Silver Chest I shall not sing, Though its contents are fit for a King. You'll need the Singing Sword to board the boat, Unless you find a certain way to float.
To those of you who doubt about the tent, 'Tis no subject on which you should resent; The occupant will dare not be present Until a bit of time nearby is spent.
The time has come for your next major tip, It has to do with that you must equip. A certain stick I've sang of oft before, But of that I shall sing not one note more. Instead the other stick is what you'll need To accomplish this most dangerous deed. The location of this other stick you wish, What if I were to tell you its for fish? Use it in a spot where the undead meet, To reward yourselves with something most ...
O NeoLink to you I shall say this (For if I don't I'd surely be remiss): Both sticks you'll need to do some nifty things Including get that which is fit for kings.
To bullanthony I can only say this: Search carefully back through the great abyss. The answer you seek I've already sung; I sang it myself with my very tongue. 'Tween the lines you just might have to look, Or if you're having trouble --- go to Hook!
'Neath a shady tree nearby the Glade, Lies a secret that you know we've made. 'Tis the key to more adventures great, For those of you who simply cannot wait.
A statue ticks away the time of day, The mighty arm outstretched doth point the way. When clouds are none and sun shines bright and true, That's the time to try to find the clue.
In a Northern land so far from home, You may wish to go and freely roam. For if one looks in just the right place, Thou shalt see that which possesses grace.
The mighty beast of old is not just lore, And if you're interested in hearing more, This challenge I do give both here and now: Tell me what you found beneath the bough.
Your contemplation is both long and deep, For this one more reward you all shall reap. My words which follow are the simple truth, To find their meaning one must be a sleuth. A boat both wide and tall you may just board, If only you can find the Singing Sword. For this you must destroy the fearsome Jack; And only then may you locate the track. A building thin and tall stands in the snow, Nearby lies the secret you wish to know
That which you seek you will find quickly, If first you do not visit the large tree. Even then this will not be easy, Unless you find a certain NPC. And for you who doubt that I am real, I don't blame you for the way you feel. Trust is a virtue both strong and rare, The truth is what I speak to you, I swear!
Terrae for you I'll tell you what you want, Since you do not poke fun or jaunt or taunt. The books indeed are very fun to read, But you'll need them not for to succeed.
Who or what or why never again, The only thing that matters now is when.
If you took the life of him you seek, He would surely not be keen to speak. Worry not though because just at dawn, The man you're after will in fact respawn.
The torch that you seek just might be the link, But not in the way that you might first think. Open your minds to other ways of play, And extra stuff you just might find today.
Another clue might do you all some good, So perhaps I'll talk about the wood. Within a grove you'll find an ancient trick Which might be handy for your precious stick.
Have you wondered why it can't be sold? The stick you have is verily quite old. The first thing you received might be the key, To unlocking this most wond'rous myst'ry.
Work not too hard for it will be in vain, And surely cause you a great deal of pain. The secret that you work so hard to chase Is actually right there before your face. Once you know it you will surely feel Happy that you owned your great Guild Seal. The answer to this quest is obvious, When you think not; “him” nor “her” but “us”
Methinks it time to spill another hint, Your trusty spade shall not give off a glint When near the spot to dig you doth go near, Unless first you've drunk down some nice cold beer.
I said not drunk when last I gave a clue, Such 'sumptions will only make you quite blue. But if this way you feel you must construe, You'll find it difficult when you walk through.
If an easy riddle's what you want, I might be able to be nonchalant. In South Bowerstone there is a gal, Who absolutely will not be your pal. She'll tell you something that you want to know, If only you can figure where to go.
This next rhyme might not be such a clue, But rather something small from me to you. By Avo's smile and Skorn's great wrath you'll see Just how much more there is to this great key.
A few points here I will now clarify, Though my info I shalln't verify: You may reach the Final Quest any time, But to do so later is sublime. When South I sang I'm certain South I meant, The one you seek might well hide in a tent. As for the clue that ties all the loose ends, Try first to solve it on your own my friends!
To Kess0r I shall sing a little song, Pay heed my words and you shall not go wrong: The Northern Wastes are indeed what they are, Going there won't get you very far. With the stick you'll know just what to do In just the spot and with a foaming brew. On the Silver Chest I shall not sing, Though its contents are fit for a King. You'll need the Singing Sword to board the boat, Unless you find a certain way to float.
To those of you who doubt about the tent, 'Tis no subject on which you should resent; The occupant will dare not be present Until a bit of time nearby is spent.
The time has come for your next major tip, It has to do with that you must equip. A certain stick I've sang of oft before, But of that I shall sing not one note more. Instead the other stick is what you'll need To accomplish this most dangerous deed. The location of this other stick you wish, What if I were to tell you its for fish? Use it in a spot where the undead meet, To reward yourselves with something most ...
O NeoLink to you I shall say this (For if I don't I'd surely be remiss): Both sticks you'll need to do some nifty things Including get that which is fit for kings.
To bullanthony I can only say this: Search carefully back through the great abyss. The answer you seek I've already sung; I sang it myself with my very tongue. 'Tween the lines you just might have to look, Or if you're having trouble --- go to Hook!
