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	And petite me is often called to play.		And petite me is often called to play.
	Yet wherever I go I must take a bow		Yet wherever I go I must take a bow
−	Or else I have nothing to say."<br> <br>Fenris laughs happily, drawing his violin and bow from his pack and playing a quick run of notes. "A Violin!" he cries.<br> <br>Flora grins broadly, her tail swaying as she looks at the puzzlefox. "Flora has it. Violin!" she adds with a smirk, frowning lightly as Fenris just barely beats her to it.<br> <br>Asher looks up at Fenris and comes out from his hiding place. "Yes," he agrees, "It must be a fiddle." The little dog is just glad that Flora didn't explode when the strange fox tried to touch her.	+	Or else I have nothing to say."<br> <br>Fenris laughs happily, drawing his violin and bow from his pack and playing a quick run of notes. "A Violin!" he cries.<br> <br>Flora grins broadly, her tail swaying as she looks at the puzzlefox. "Flora has it. Violin!" she adds with a smirk, frowning lightly as Fenris just barely beats her to it.<br> <br>Asher looks up at Fenris and comes out from his hiding place. "Yes," he agrees, "It must be a fiddle." The little dog is just glad that Flora didn't explode when the strange fox tried to touch her.<br> <br>Dupree squeaks, "Oh, it's--it's--it's--" she seems to enter a fugue state, only to be interrupted by Fenris. As someone else steals her (metaphorical, so far) thunder, her face droops and a look of shock enters her uneven glance as the winds around her cool significantly, her bells jingling sadly. "A viola!" she blurts desperately, hoping she can at least be "more" correct.<br> <br>As per the Puzzler's other appearances, the crowns materialise out of thin air, seemingly freshly minted and quickly grabbed up by the beings who were quick-witted enough to speedily come up with the answer. "Well," he says. "Now that the simple's out of the way, let us truly enter the fray...
		+
		+	An eye, but no sight
		+	Faster than any being, but no legs
		+	Stronger than any being, but no arms
		+	Larger than any being, but no body. What am I?"<br> <br>Fenris grins in eager expectation ignoring the stack of crowns that has appeared at his feet. This was HIS sort of game! The Puzzler was a strange one, but certainly appealed to the tiger. "A Storm!" he cries.<br> <br>Asher jumps up and down. "Oh! I know this one!" he says, only to be beaten to the punch. "Yes," he pipes, "A hurricane!"<br> <br>"Flora knows!" the cat rumbles again, grinning broadly, her tail flicking behind her as she shouts out her answer. "Flora thinks it's a whirlwind. Or a tornado, yes yes."<br> <br>Cedric just continues dozing in the shade underneath the tree, unaware of any riddling going on around him.<br> <br>Dupree sulks as everyone gets their answer in before she's even processed it. "A--a--a really big needle!" she cries, hoping that counts for something.<br> <br>More crowns, more shouts, more excitement. Well, one can hardly blame everyone when there's free money to be had - although one wonders what kind of fish he intends to catch with such bait. "And now," the Puzzler says, "the last of the three."
		+
		+	"The sound of my thunder arrives before my lightning
		+	My lightning arrives before my clouds
		+	The rain that falls from me dries the land it touches
		+	What am I?"<br> <br>Asher wriggles with excitement. "Oh! Oh! It's A volcano!" he yelps. Then stands expectantly, hoping he got it right.<br> <br>"Flora... Agrees. Volcano, yes yes," she murrs with a smirk, tail twitching behind her. "That means Flora can give mister puzzlefox her riddle, yes yes?" she murrs, looking up expectantly.<br> <br>Fenris laughs and hoists Asher up onto a shoulder. "Brilliant, little friend!" he says happily, "And a brilliant game!" The tiger grins at the puzzler, his coin purse a little heavier and his puzzle itch scratched. Now to see what Flora was up to.<br> <br>Cedric yawns from his napping spot, opening his eyes at the riddle, a slightly annoyed expression at his rest being disturbed, and stretches his arms up above his head lazily as he answers, "A yammering fox." Afterwards, he folds his arms across his chest and closes his eyes again.<br> <br>Dupree flaps an arm wildly. "Ooh! I know this one! It's...!" She halts as she honestly...doesn't know. This is like her worst nightmare. Even worse than the nightmare about the harvest being poor and there being no more pastries whatsoever in Firmament. As the tiny Corgi answers, her windy echoes...stop. It almost seems like the entire air in the forest becomes heavier. And at that, a rumble does seem to emerge from the sky, seemingly with no source....followed by a small crackle as a low-hanging raincloud drifts overhead and begins raining on Dupree--and any unfortunates nearby.
		+	As morose as she's ever sounded, Dupree answers..."Me?"<br> <br>As the last shower of gold comes to a halt, the Puzzler gives Flora a nod. "Our little lady wishes to try her hand, I, my mistake I wish to amend. Before I begin seeking those who would walk my path, I shall entertain her request and see if it's enough."
		+
		+	Someone wishing to challenge the Puzzler at his own game? Surely this is madness! Or is it?<br> <br>Flora grins broadly, before stepping forwards, tail twitching behind her and her ears flicking as she pulls out a piece of paper.
		+
		+	"Flora paints it with light,
		+	In full black and white,
		+	Only a moment it takes,
		+	the image it makes,
		+	you
		+	can't quite object,
		+	Is nearly perfect."
		+
		+	The cat grins a moment, before looking up at the puzzler. "What is it?"<br> <br>Fenris grins broadly. He certainly knows the answer. He wonders how much the spirits know about this sort of thing. The creators had ways to capture images, how old were the Spirits?<br> <br>The badger is still napping, but not quite as heavily as before. One of his ears twitches a little every so often at the sound of others speaking, but he refrains from saying or doing anything himself.<br> <br>Asher has no idea. He blinks a little at the riddle. "That doesn't sound like any riddle I've ever heard," he says. The little dog thinks for a moment then ventures, "The moon? Things look black and white in moonlight and ours is broken, so it isn't perfect anymore."<br> <br>Dupree looks even droopier in the rain, her mane and forelock sagging damply. Her own personal thundercloud rumbles again, but she makes no move to dismiss it.<br> <br>"Ah, yes..." the Puzzler certainly makes a good show of it, jabbing his fingers together in the most dramatic fashion and taking his time to reply, but at last he does. "A camera."
		+
		+	"I hope the little lady does understand
		+	That these things she describes are quite the trend
		+	In other worlds where my kind have been
		+	Beyond the stars where stranger things are seen.
		+	Certainly, yours is the first upon this land
		+	'Tis a precious thing you have in hand.
		+	Keep it well, safe and hale
		+	And there shall be a fine ending to your particular tale.
		+	Yet it was a good attempt
		+	And from the rules I am not exempt
		+	Your effort I enjoy, so you shall have your boon
		+	I expect you will be claiming it soon?"<br> <br>"No... Flora doesn't think that is quite right... Close, though. Flora doesn't mean the box, no. The pictures it takes, yes yes. Flora calls it a Pictura Lucidae, yes. Or Picturae Lucidarum for more than one, yes... Can mister fox stand still for about ten minutes?" she asks, finding a good place to set her camera up on a large treestump. "Flora believes miss... Horse likes mister puzzlefox? Could miss horse stand next to mister puzzlefox and stand still for ten minutes too?" she mumbles, pointing at a spot against the tree. "Flora also thinks it's best to turn off the rain, and turn on a smile, yes."<br> <br>Fenris huffs out a little sigh. The Spirit knew. Of course it knew. Even Fenris himself had seen the captured images in certain creator ruins, it was probably too much to hope for that the Puzzler would not have seen the like, though his word was strange, it was apparent that the spirit knew what Flora's device was. "Not the moon, Asher," he says to the little dog on his shoulder, "Flora's new invention." He turns back to watch the proceedings. Flora's main goal had not been to trick the Puzzler, after all.<br> <br>Cedric wakes up again with another brief yawn, stretching his limbs as he moves to stand up from his resting position. It was a nice nap, at least, though he's still rather annoyed at being dragged out of bed at the whim of some spirit. He decides to wait a little while and see if anything truly interesting is going to happen before returning home.<br> <br>Asher sits, a little puzzled, on Fenris's shoulder. He was very proud of himself for solving a couple of the Puzzler's riddles, but now he was very curious about what Flora was trying to accomplish.

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Revision as of 21:09, 21 March 2014

Participants

• Asher
• Cedric
• Dupree
• Fenris
• Flora
• Nuku
• Sveta

Date

21/3/477

Log

Noon in Eastbank Forest, when most of the woodland's more dangerous creatures hide from the heat of day. In the distance, the bells of noon mass can be faintly heard from the nearest village, and yet beings can be seen walking down the road to the as yet undisturbed sections of the forest, heeding some strange call that beckons them forward and away from their social obligations. Under the canopy, the air is cool and fresh, and one gets the impression of a presence, waiting, watching for all those who will step into the clearing.

Fenris recognizes this feeling. He had it when Ser'Ther called out for audience. There was a spirit tugging at the minds and hearts of Firmament's people. He saunters along the path under the canopy of trees. "Maybe I can learn something new this time," the tiger mutters to himself.

Flora wanders in silently, her tail flicking. There was that odd feeling again, and she had an idea what it meant. Within her bag is a little surprise, just in case her suspicions prove correct...

Cedric had felt an odd tugging at his mind, piquing his curiosity. And so he'd decided to travel, following the other beings down the path to the forest. He's not sure how much of his journey is made of his own free will and how much is based on the mysterious lure. Anyhow, the badger approaches the clearing behind a few others.

Asher isn't sure why he is out here. There was work to be done and a new shop to finish setting up, but he felt the strangest urge to go for a walk to the woods. The corgi is surprised to see so many other beings walking out in the same direction.

A rustling emerges from the woods...followed by a host of sticks and leaves swirling about on eddies inthe forest. A heavy thumping follows these gusts of debris, and the ever-ridiculously attired Dupree emerges, chasing the winds--until she notices everyone else standing about. Jingling slightly as she dusts herself off, she gives a friendly wave. "Oh, hello, all you good folk!"

As the stream of beings filters down to a trickle, the impending presence grows stronger - until the moment the air is torn apart with a sound not too different from that of wet paper. From this hole, out steps a rather familiar vulpine fellow, clad impeccably in his suit and broad-brimmed hat, cane striking the ground as the hole closes up behind him.

"Of today's turnout, I will say

That I'm quite pleased of it this day.

Tall beings, short beings, thin beings, stout,

Those who have plenty and those who are without.

Time is short, so let us make haste

Of today's proceedings, without dither or waste."

Fenris smirks, ah, this one. Catching sight of some familiar faces, he winds his way toward his friends. He looks to Flora and raises an eyebrow. He can't wait to see what she has planned.

Cedric just sighs at the appearance of the familiar vulpine and shakes his head. He stays put before the clearing and listens to the rhyme quietly, looking around at the other beings for any familiar faces but none really stick out to him.

Asher has never seen anything so outlandish. How on Promise did the fox DO that? It looked like no magic he had ever seen! Though something about the being seems vaguely familiar. Where could he have heard that voice before? "Oh! Hello Fenris!" the little dog says as the tiger comes closer, then he gives a friendly nod to Flora and to Dupree as everyone comes together in the clearing.

Flora raises a brow and looks towards the puzzler, her tail twitching and her ears flicking as she flashes a wide grin. "Mister puzzlefox! That means Flora can ask her riddle and get a prize, yes?" she rumbles with a smirk on her snout, tail flicking behind her.

Dupree whinnies in absolute delight, her echoing winds zipping about the gathered folk in frantic excitement. She claps her hands and stomps her hooves eagerly, virtually quivering with excitment and making all sorts of incomprehensible noises. After a few seconds of this ecstatic frenzy, coherence finally emerges, in the form of a pinched, squeaking whine--"It's hiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIM!"

The Puzzler looks at everyone's reactions and doffs his hat.

"Some here may not favour me And to that, 'tis just fine. All did rebuff the marvellous path The last time I announced mine. Wit and charm can save a life Or be used to play a game It can set one to laughing or crying Or save one lucky dame. Days ago i was the talk of the town My work many did see. Yet today's proceedings shall begin" With the customary riddles three.

To Flora, he turns, steps forward and reaches out with a genuine fondness, about to tousle the fur on her head.

"A little lady wishes to best me at my game, A favour does she seek. Well then, later she may try But she may not find me so meek."

Fenris grins, riddles and rhyming, what was there not to love. The tiger shoves his hands in his pockets, and waits for the Puzzler to ask his question. A frown of worry creases his brow for only a moment as he sees the fox reaching out to touch Flora, but if a Spirit calling itself the Puzzler can't figure out Flora, maybe it wasn't worth talking to.

The badger is still standing among the others, seeming unpreturbed by the words and presence of the puzzler. He doesn't seem particularly hostile or suspicious. Just... hesitant to do much of anything except watch for a while. Cedric finds a nice shady tree to sit under, resting his spear against its side before sliding down to sit at the base and watch the scene.

Asher's jaw drops and he dodges behind Fenris as the fox in the strange clothes reaches out toward Flora. And the little corgi had rather been looking forward to a game of riddles.

Flora jumps back a tad as the Puzzler tries to touch her, letting a soft hiss out from between her teeth. "No touching Flora," she mumbles, fur puffed up and her tail swishing agitatedly as she looks back up at the puzzler. "Flora will wait, yes. Ask Flora the riddles, yes yes."

Dupree stands off in her own little world, fists clenched and shaking in excitement, focus flitting from one eye to the other, keeping the backup eye on the sky at all times. She doesn't want to interrupt her idol, but patience was difficult. She was trying, though, bless her heart. Failing to have caught the fox's attention thus far, though, she can no longer contain herself, and waving her arms wildly, she blurts out, "Ooh! Ooh! Me next, Mister Puzzler, sir! Please please please!"

Seeing Flora agitated, the Puzzler withdraws his hand, perhaps a little more skulky that would be appropriate for someone appearing to be a full-grown fox. "A forceful rebuff, that will be enough. To avoid chagrin, let us then begin." The spirit's sour mood appears to disappear almost instantly, though, what with his fickle self, and at Dupree's outburst he draws the brim of his hat over his eyes and grins, but says nothing. Seeing that all is prepared, The Puzzler leans his cane by a tree and begins.

"My voice is tender, my waist is slender, And petite me is often called to play. Yet wherever I go I must take a bow Or else I have nothing to say."

Fenris laughs happily, drawing his violin and bow from his pack and playing a quick run of notes. "A Violin!" he cries.

Flora grins broadly, her tail swaying as she looks at the puzzlefox. "Flora has it. Violin!" she adds with a smirk, frowning lightly as Fenris just barely beats her to it.

Asher looks up at Fenris and comes out from his hiding place. "Yes," he agrees, "It must be a fiddle." The little dog is just glad that Flora didn't explode when the strange fox tried to touch her.

Dupree squeaks, "Oh, it's--it's--it's--" she seems to enter a fugue state, only to be interrupted by Fenris. As someone else steals her (metaphorical, so far) thunder, her face droops and a look of shock enters her uneven glance as the winds around her cool significantly, her bells jingling sadly. "A viola!" she blurts desperately, hoping she can at least be "more" correct.

As per the Puzzler's other appearances, the crowns materialise out of thin air, seemingly freshly minted and quickly grabbed up by the beings who were quick-witted enough to speedily come up with the answer. "Well," he says. "Now that the simple's out of the way, let us truly enter the fray...

An eye, but no sight Faster than any being, but no legs Stronger than any being, but no arms Larger than any being, but no body. What am I?"

Fenris grins in eager expectation ignoring the stack of crowns that has appeared at his feet. This was HIS sort of game! The Puzzler was a strange one, but certainly appealed to the tiger. "A Storm!" he cries.

Asher jumps up and down. "Oh! I know this one!" he says, only to be beaten to the punch. "Yes," he pipes, "A hurricane!"

"Flora knows!" the cat rumbles again, grinning broadly, her tail flicking behind her as she shouts out her answer. "Flora thinks it's a whirlwind. Or a tornado, yes yes."

Cedric just continues dozing in the shade underneath the tree, unaware of any riddling going on around him.

Dupree sulks as everyone gets their answer in before she's even processed it. "A--a--a really big needle!" she cries, hoping that counts for something.

More crowns, more shouts, more excitement. Well, one can hardly blame everyone when there's free money to be had - although one wonders what kind of fish he intends to catch with such bait. "And now," the Puzzler says, "the last of the three."

"The sound of my thunder arrives before my lightning My lightning arrives before my clouds The rain that falls from me dries the land it touches What am I?"

Asher wriggles with excitement. "Oh! Oh! It's A volcano!" he yelps. Then stands expectantly, hoping he got it right.

"Flora... Agrees. Volcano, yes yes," she murrs with a smirk, tail twitching behind her. "That means Flora can give mister puzzlefox her riddle, yes yes?" she murrs, looking up expectantly.

Fenris laughs and hoists Asher up onto a shoulder. "Brilliant, little friend!" he says happily, "And a brilliant game!" The tiger grins at the puzzler, his coin purse a little heavier and his puzzle itch scratched. Now to see what Flora was up to.

Cedric yawns from his napping spot, opening his eyes at the riddle, a slightly annoyed expression at his rest being disturbed, and stretches his arms up above his head lazily as he answers, "A yammering fox." Afterwards, he folds his arms across his chest and closes his eyes again.

Dupree flaps an arm wildly. "Ooh! I know this one! It's...!" She halts as she honestly...doesn't know. This is like her worst nightmare. Even worse than the nightmare about the harvest being poor and there being no more pastries whatsoever in Firmament. As the tiny Corgi answers, her windy echoes...stop. It almost seems like the entire air in the forest becomes heavier. And at that, a rumble does seem to emerge from the sky, seemingly with no source....followed by a small crackle as a low-hanging raincloud drifts overhead and begins raining on Dupree--and any unfortunates nearby. As morose as she's ever sounded, Dupree answers..."Me?"

As the last shower of gold comes to a halt, the Puzzler gives Flora a nod. "Our little lady wishes to try her hand, I, my mistake I wish to amend. Before I begin seeking those who would walk my path, I shall entertain her request and see if it's enough."

Someone wishing to challenge the Puzzler at his own game? Surely this is madness! Or is it?

Flora grins broadly, before stepping forwards, tail twitching behind her and her ears flicking as she pulls out a piece of paper.

"Flora paints it with light, In full black and white, Only a moment it takes, the image it makes, you can't quite object, Is nearly perfect."

The cat grins a moment, before looking up at the puzzler. "What is it?"

Fenris grins broadly. He certainly knows the answer. He wonders how much the spirits know about this sort of thing. The creators had ways to capture images, how old were the Spirits?

The badger is still napping, but not quite as heavily as before. One of his ears twitches a little every so often at the sound of others speaking, but he refrains from saying or doing anything himself.

Asher has no idea. He blinks a little at the riddle. "That doesn't sound like any riddle I've ever heard," he says. The little dog thinks for a moment then ventures, "The moon? Things look black and white in moonlight and ours is broken, so it isn't perfect anymore."

Dupree looks even droopier in the rain, her mane and forelock sagging damply. Her own personal thundercloud rumbles again, but she makes no move to dismiss it.

"Ah, yes..." the Puzzler certainly makes a good show of it, jabbing his fingers together in the most dramatic fashion and taking his time to reply, but at last he does. "A camera."

"I hope the little lady does understand That these things she describes are quite the trend In other worlds where my kind have been Beyond the stars where stranger things are seen. Certainly, yours is the first upon this land 'Tis a precious thing you have in hand. Keep it well, safe and hale And there shall be a fine ending to your particular tale. Yet it was a good attempt And from the rules I am not exempt Your effort I enjoy, so you shall have your boon I expect you will be claiming it soon?"

"No... Flora doesn't think that is quite right... Close, though. Flora doesn't mean the box, no. The pictures it takes, yes yes. Flora calls it a Pictura Lucidae, yes. Or Picturae Lucidarum for more than one, yes... Can mister fox stand still for about ten minutes?" she asks, finding a good place to set her camera up on a large treestump. "Flora believes miss... Horse likes mister puzzlefox? Could miss horse stand next to mister puzzlefox and stand still for ten minutes too?" she mumbles, pointing at a spot against the tree. "Flora also thinks it's best to turn off the rain, and turn on a smile, yes."

Fenris huffs out a little sigh. The Spirit knew. Of course it knew. Even Fenris himself had seen the captured images in certain creator ruins, it was probably too much to hope for that the Puzzler would not have seen the like, though his word was strange, it was apparent that the spirit knew what Flora's device was. "Not the moon, Asher," he says to the little dog on his shoulder, "Flora's new invention." He turns back to watch the proceedings. Flora's main goal had not been to trick the Puzzler, after all.

Cedric wakes up again with another brief yawn, stretching his limbs as he moves to stand up from his resting position. It was a nice nap, at least, though he's still rather annoyed at being dragged out of bed at the whim of some spirit. He decides to wait a little while and see if anything truly interesting is going to happen before returning home.

Asher sits, a little puzzled, on Fenris's shoulder. He was very proud of himself for solving a couple of the Puzzler's riddles, but now he was very curious about what Flora was trying to accomplish.