“Here lies Shishak, before whom serpents in the fold quiver. His glory be unto the wise…but to the simple goes but everlasting damnation.” Below this is another inscription, which reads: “No sooner spoken than broken.”



“Here lies Shishak, before whom serpents in the fold quiver. His glory be unto the wise…but to the simple goes but everlasting damnation.” Below this is another inscription, which reads: “No sooner spoken than broken.”



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You can each make one post. Answer the riddle and what you would do with that answer if younhadbthe capability. You have until the start of next game.
Can you post up the mural from the previous room as well?
Puzzle annoying me. Thoughts?
Hmm, classic riddles are verbal only. My guess is we need a word that makes a phrase with both spoken and broken. I had an idea, but no one really speaks wind.
I see what you did there (^▽^)
I am going to speak wind soon. I have read the passages at least 5 times. “His glory be unto the wise..” I think it might be in this phrase buut then it could just like saying “door”
I will hold the golden staff high, as Shishak did of old. Then I will use my wisdom to channel forth the power of the gods, and direct it at the door.
Mustafa will shout the following out loud:
“Here lies Shishak, before whom serpents in the fold quiver. His glory be unto the wise…but to the simple goes but everlasting damnation.”
And then he will try to kick the door in (hey, no sooner spoke then broken).
Mustafa kicks the door with a solid thud for 1d6 +6= 10 points of damage. Most of the force of the kick seems to have reverberated into his knee, but his iron shod boots managed to chip it a bit.
Well, then, I’ll take out my handaxe and join in. Riddle be damned.
I was mostly being facetious. To get through that door’s hardness and hitpoints would take days and leave you all exhausted.
Oops, he only did 2 points of damage to the door.
Zedric stares at the riddle again, and then, with a flash of insight, shouts the word “SILENCE!” With a low grinning noise, the stone door begins to move.
I am shamed by your wisdom sir.