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Uzeraan the Conjurer
UP: Britannia
The response to my little puzzle hath
been much grander then ever I expected. And I am ecstatic
to announce that someone hath solved it... actually, many
of thee have. But despite having many more than the fifty
of thee needed answering correctly, I have decided not to
give the answer just yet. In hope that numerous more of thee
are still enjoying my puzzle, I shall leave it for a few days
longer. After that, I shall provide the answer.
I thank thee all for trying and hope each
of thee hath had as much fun as I!
- - Uzeraan
Greetings Britannians! 'Tis I, Uzeraan.
And... um... hmm... well, I suppose I should not be surprised
by thy blank stares. Why should any of thee know who I am?
What with my research and travels and such, I rarely meet
anyone. Very well... I shall introduce. I am Uzeraan the Conjurer.
I have spent my entire life studying the magicks of conjuring.
From creating food to summoning travel gates to bending elementals
to my will, I've studied it all. You may ask what I've accomplished,
and frankly from the point of view of someone else, it might
not look like much. But I've enjoyed my research nonetheless.
During the course of my studies and travels,
I have amassed many interesting and useful items. As well
as more furniture, knickknacks, odds, ends, flotsam, jetsam,
and gadgets than can be contained by any one building. And
in fact my home, laboratory, and library are all overflowing.
My first thought was to simply conjure
up a daemon and have it remove all of the surplus effects.
But upon further reflection, I though it more entertaining
to perhaps push these things off on someone else... um...
hmm... that didn't quite come out correctly. What I mean to
say is that I shall pose a puzzle to thee. To the first who
solves my puzzle shall go anything in my possession that they
might wish to use to decorate their home, guildhall, or any
other building they choose. No more than one building, though.
And of the next 50 who correctly find the answer to my puzzle,
I shall randomly pick 5. These shall each choose from a chest
of unique items I have collected and pick one such item for
themselves.
I have placed a bulletin board to receive
thy answers. To reach this board, send thy guess, educated
or otherwise, through the ether to [email protected]. Place thy
answer in the subject of thy message, and thy identification
(account name) in the body of thy message. The puzzle will
remain until 50 of thee have correctly answered it.
And now... the puzzle:
Seek ye all, but trust ye half, and
search through histories long-known-
Given time and thought the path shall lead
ye to the heart and bone.
Thy answers all should be for each a word
or two that stands alone,
A set of words that means one word that
is the answer's own.
| A bard there was, who perished, friend to Nystul and
to songs. |
Galias
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Near Minoc reapers gather, nicknamed this by cutter's
wives. |
Widowmakers
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A city termed of Balance, where spells are chanted long.
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Wind
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A hero opposing Armageddon too soon lost his life. |
Hartham
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Humboldt's item sang of courage with a ding-ding-dong. |
Bell of
courage
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The birthplace of Juo'nar, whose deeds led to much strife.
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Ocllo
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The ship attacked
some time ago by a foolish troll. |
Freedom
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The festival of this Jhelom declared for fun and play. |
Ivory Tusk
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The messenger to CrawWorth whose escort was a tale
told. |
Cale
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All bears end up six feet deep at ending of this day.
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Samlethe's
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The color of
CrawWorth's armor found in a pool of gore. |
Gold
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Kazola's Tavern's true name, all four words for this
one. |
Treetop
Keg and Winery
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The renegade Branson's nickname, a Follower before.
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One-Thumb
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The dungeon still misspelled, spirituality undone.
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Hythloth
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He fought Relvinian's plans, this Empath Abbey monk. |
Andrew
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The first of strips, the author of "Barrel Full
of Monks."
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Enoch
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Food critic
for papers, a man of quite fine palate slaked. |
Alonarg
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The creature loved of coders who flies out purple
in a spell. |
Llama
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Mayor of Yew until his untimely demise upon Great
Lakes. |
Enshu Ponfar
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Peppermint-apple with a dash of garlic is its smell.
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Orfleur
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The city of the night of fights where Sonoma's bones
all break. |
Oasis
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The killer of Lord British made the news for burning
him so well. |
Rainz
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He founded Moongates and his site lasts to this date.
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Auric
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A "boring" name, he authored books, leads
mages on the Council.
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Dryus Doost
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His protest
led to headlines, but he had a change of heart. |
Mohdri
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The brother of lich Kyrnia, he gathered much ill fame.
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Lathiari
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In orcish tongue this phoneme's sound is but the third
part. |
AG
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Either of the two men whose hearts were once the same.
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British
or Blackthorn
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A language whose
poetry is one phrase in many pitches. |
Orcish
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A mouse who authors volumes from her home inside a
wall. |
Sherry
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Not an author but a prefacer of tales, one devoutly
wishes. |
Guilhem
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Courage and truth are something, but surely are not
all. |
Love
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Japheth watched her tavern burn as Trinsic turned
to ashes. |
Eleanor's
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Caitlin is her first name, but what's her last name
called? |
Elopidat
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Weaponsmaster mighty, but at 92 of bunions did he
pass. |
Martin
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The Sage imprisoned for plotting all
Britannia's fall.
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Winslow
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Where Horace
ran when Leyla loosed him, frightened to his soul.
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Yew
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This comics man, a dashing sort, romanced LB's girlfriend.
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ImaNewbie
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A dungeon that was once feared as a temple to powers
of old. |
Deceit
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The Mage to lords whose hand brought about the end.
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Nystul
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The single vowel
that the wisps are known to speak aloud. |
Y
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Hartham's killer, evil man, whose very soul was sick.
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Duryn
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3rd in the first Vesper fishing tourney! He must have
been proud! |
Odepeus
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Two-worded answer this one, the mage's shop in Trinsic.
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Encyclopedia
Magicka
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Guild title for those qualified to teach those who
seek to learn. |
Adept
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Nosfentor, Faulinei, and Astaroth, referred to as
a type of one. |
Shadowlord
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Black pearls must be perfect spheres and this, to
serve their turn. |
Unblemished
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In Wind where Lovers are Crossed, what did the boy
become? |
Earth
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The crossbow Humboldt gave those who helped him when
he called. |
Uolinsho
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The language written on your maps, deciphering's not
hard. |
Runic
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And lastly, just the final clue, good wishes to you
all! | | |
The lost wife of Finth Desryn, captain of the Trinsic
guard.
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Tali
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Taking
the first letter from the answer of every second line gives
us the query:
"WHO IS THE LORD
LB SLEW IN DESERT?"
And the final solution
to the puzzle is thus Robere.
My puzzle will call on events old and
new. There are tomes and places of knowledge that shall aid
thy search for the answer:
Good luck my friends...
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online,
Friday, October 9th 1998
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