The old Hermits Hoard
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Hello everyone this is a WIP of something for my clan that I’m going the be making based off of my dens interactive story!
Rules+info!
-every day there will be 3 riddles to solve!
-each riddle will give you hermit points based on difficulty, Easy-Medium-Hard.
-Please do NOT post the answer to the riddle in the forum, Instead “whisper” it to the old hermit (aka message me the answer)
- Points can be used to buy a multitude of items ranging from Breeding items to simply apps and food/toy bundles
-EVERYONE’S points will be added and updated for as long as they answer the riddles
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In the heart of a dense, whispering forest, I, an old hermit lioness, have set up my humble Cabin. The golden rays of the warm fire catch the glittering gemstones and curious artifacts I sell. My home, adorned with intricate tapestries and rare trinkets, seems to glow with a light that both attracts and mystifies.
Visitors from far-off lands come to my little corner of the woods, hoping to purchase treasures beyond their wildest dreams. But there’s a catch. To buy any of my wares, they must first solve the riddles I set as prices.
A young fox, eager to impress, eyes a particularly dazzling sapphire. He approaches, tail twitching with excitement. “How much for the sapphire?” he asks, his voice tinged with impatience.
I fix him with a steady gaze and purr softly, “To claim this gem so bright, answer me this riddle right: I fly without wings, I cry without eyes. Whenever I go, darkness flies. What am I?”
The fox ponders, his brow furrowing. He starts to fidget, pacing as he mumbles guesses. “A cloud? A shadow?” he says, shaking his head. I watch with mild amusement, enjoying the challenge as much as he is.
After what feels like an eternity to the fox, he finally exclaims, “It’s a cloud! A cloud that brings rain!”
“Correct,” I reply, nodding approvingly. “The price of the sapphire is a cloud’s worth of raindrops.”
Relief floods the fox’s face as he realizes that no actual raindrops are needed. Instead, he understands that the riddle was a test of cleverness, not material wealth. He leaves with the sapphire, clutching it tightly, his pride evident.
A few hours later, an elderly tortoise approaches, eyes twinkling with curiosity. She examines a delicate, intricately carved wooden box and asks, “How much for this fine box?”
I respond with a warm smile, “To own this box so rare, solve this riddle if you dare: I am not alive, but I grow. I don’t have lungs, but I need air. I don’t have a mouth, but water kills me. What am I?”
The tortoise hums thoughtfully, her slow and deliberate nature a contrast to the urgency of the fox. She contemplates and then her eyes light up. “A fire!” she declares with certainty.
“Correct,” I affirm. “The price is a fire’s worth of warmth.”
She nods with satisfaction and leaves, pleased with her bargain. The forest returns to its tranquil state as night descends, the soft rustling of leaves mingling with the occasional crackle from my small hearth.
In my solitude, I feel a deep sense of contentment. Each riddle solved and each treasure exchanged adds a little more magic to the forest, a bit more wonder to the world. And so, under the canopy of stars, I wait for the next visitor, ready to weave another riddle into the fabric of my mysterious, enchanted life.
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