Zalandrus2010-01-18 03:59:21
If you have 'em, share with those of us who weren't able to get farther!
Referencing that place in the Grey Moors near the statues of the krokani
QUOTE
The sands part, revealing a silvery net of energy. It bulged and buckled, but it held strong, holding the roiling clouds of seething hatred and alien hunger back and away - though not for long. Chaotic images flash across the sands, your mind unable to fully comprehend what was happening within - a golden claw, some strange machine, an aslaran, and the horrors of death. All of it is washed away by a silvery shield of sand that settles smoothly in place, silently watched over by four, unblinking eyes.
Referencing that place in the Grey Moors near the statues of the krokani
Unknown2010-01-18 04:04:40
I wish I'd been around for the challenge, this is one thing I'm actually sort-of good at. Would've gotten the first one in a heartbeat, anyway, having reread the Taint War histories just the other day.
Talan2010-01-18 04:11:07
Some that I pasted...
Time touches and pulls in strange ways, and so the sands darken and swirl as the fall. A lurid purple moss has colonized the darkness over decades and more, illuminating this avian's cave in a pulsating, throbbing glow.
-- upper peaks, western mountains.
Whispery white clouds spread far and wide, as they have since ancient times. Though the pull of time had yanked their home away, this roost has long watched over spice and fruit and bird and egg.
-- Clarramore
As the sands swirl they caress a vibrant field, the joyous laughter of people at play echoing through the glass. They dance and sing, so sweet the sounds, before time itself has snuffed them out. Still two persist, in whispered prayer, awaiting the gentle call of what once was theirs - though Nature buried, they dance evermore to the beat of the Wild Arrane. Still their music lingers near, within the pipes of ancestors dear.
--Caoimhe Dell
The sands begin to pull apart, revealing a small furrikin and a monocled merian, flask in hand. 'Nay, master furrikin, thems palace folk ain't for me,' the merian said. 'I'll just finish off me wee bit o' brandy then I be heading home to me wife. She'll snap at me like a barracuda if'n...' The sands swirl in, and the vision is lost.
-- Spectre Island
A vain and beautiful lady lounges upon a divan draped in luxurious fabrics, newly having arisen to her place. So beautiful she is, her King is forever smitten, never again to mate at her death... Time flows on, yet still she lives, reborn of sister, most precious Queens.
-- Rashepera Hive
The sands of time once rushed in to cover that which was coveted, though not all knowledge was lost - a free people survived and their mastery thrived, and you can but watch as countless generations of beasts take flight and land from this opened square.
-- Zoaka
The sands swirl within the glass, gently caressing the bobbing form of an infant child, the pride and joy of his family. Up and then down he flowed upon the currents of time, yet for so brief a time - darkness came, and time shifted. His nursery, so once full of joy and laughter, remains in ruins - a tragedy that was seen through a mirror of dreams, one which soon reflected the darkest of nightmares.
-- Malacoda
The currents of time push and pull as the sands part, yet more lies beneath than one sees from without - beneath icy waters seek the eight-armed beast, midst rock and stone. Look, seeker, betwixt the tides that have been made home to that which has rebuked time itself, testament to that which Nature long sought sheltered.
--Kiakoda
Trials and tribulations are manifold, but within the sands you see but one - youthful men of righteous and ancient deed, trained to fight, bred by Queen - as the sands of time march on, this sacred vat maintained, future youths to drink and ward against the darkness they have long contained.
--Imhotep
Time touches and pulls in strange ways, and so the sands darken and swirl as the fall. A lurid purple moss has colonized the darkness over decades and more, illuminating this avian's cave in a pulsating, throbbing glow.
-- upper peaks, western mountains.
Whispery white clouds spread far and wide, as they have since ancient times. Though the pull of time had yanked their home away, this roost has long watched over spice and fruit and bird and egg.
-- Clarramore
As the sands swirl they caress a vibrant field, the joyous laughter of people at play echoing through the glass. They dance and sing, so sweet the sounds, before time itself has snuffed them out. Still two persist, in whispered prayer, awaiting the gentle call of what once was theirs - though Nature buried, they dance evermore to the beat of the Wild Arrane. Still their music lingers near, within the pipes of ancestors dear.
--Caoimhe Dell
The sands begin to pull apart, revealing a small furrikin and a monocled merian, flask in hand. 'Nay, master furrikin, thems palace folk ain't for me,' the merian said. 'I'll just finish off me wee bit o' brandy then I be heading home to me wife. She'll snap at me like a barracuda if'n...' The sands swirl in, and the vision is lost.
-- Spectre Island
A vain and beautiful lady lounges upon a divan draped in luxurious fabrics, newly having arisen to her place. So beautiful she is, her King is forever smitten, never again to mate at her death... Time flows on, yet still she lives, reborn of sister, most precious Queens.
-- Rashepera Hive
The sands of time once rushed in to cover that which was coveted, though not all knowledge was lost - a free people survived and their mastery thrived, and you can but watch as countless generations of beasts take flight and land from this opened square.
-- Zoaka
The sands swirl within the glass, gently caressing the bobbing form of an infant child, the pride and joy of his family. Up and then down he flowed upon the currents of time, yet for so brief a time - darkness came, and time shifted. His nursery, so once full of joy and laughter, remains in ruins - a tragedy that was seen through a mirror of dreams, one which soon reflected the darkest of nightmares.
-- Malacoda
The currents of time push and pull as the sands part, yet more lies beneath than one sees from without - beneath icy waters seek the eight-armed beast, midst rock and stone. Look, seeker, betwixt the tides that have been made home to that which has rebuked time itself, testament to that which Nature long sought sheltered.
--Kiakoda
Trials and tribulations are manifold, but within the sands you see but one - youthful men of righteous and ancient deed, trained to fight, bred by Queen - as the sands of time march on, this sacred vat maintained, future youths to drink and ward against the darkness they have long contained.
--Imhotep
Unknown2010-01-18 04:13:07
Ew, the Undervault ones would've rocked my socks.
Unknown2010-01-18 04:17:03
Some that I still have.
Tryko Forest:
Formed and forgotten, time marches on amongst golden trees where no sun shines. Never have they seen the light, yet so long have they been known - and before your eyes, beautiful waters turn poisoned and putrid.
Tomb of Shellma in the Sea of Despair:
As the sands part, the friendly, laughing form of a merian begins to manifest, garbed in the raiments of the Holy Mother. The sands of time are at first kind, then cruel - the air about her churns darkly, poisonously. As the sands smooth, nothing remains but the broken form of an archangel, outstretched wings little protection from the hate that had come.
Marilynth's Temple thing:
The tides pull where sand cannot, an ancient temple lost to poisoned water, to taint, to rot. Yet through the ages a light glimmers forth, a memory of a brighter time, an ancient, mournful song.
Crimson Lady:
The sands of time caress and lift, an ancient ship raised from the sunken depths to serve once more. Outside of time itself, you see its former beauty and its twisted form, crimson sails fluttering high above the once regal bridge, now rotten and choked with seaweed.
Tryko Forest:
Formed and forgotten, time marches on amongst golden trees where no sun shines. Never have they seen the light, yet so long have they been known - and before your eyes, beautiful waters turn poisoned and putrid.
Tomb of Shellma in the Sea of Despair:
As the sands part, the friendly, laughing form of a merian begins to manifest, garbed in the raiments of the Holy Mother. The sands of time are at first kind, then cruel - the air about her churns darkly, poisonously. As the sands smooth, nothing remains but the broken form of an archangel, outstretched wings little protection from the hate that had come.
Marilynth's Temple thing:
The tides pull where sand cannot, an ancient temple lost to poisoned water, to taint, to rot. Yet through the ages a light glimmers forth, a memory of a brighter time, an ancient, mournful song.
Crimson Lady:
The sands of time caress and lift, an ancient ship raised from the sunken depths to serve once more. Outside of time itself, you see its former beauty and its twisted form, crimson sails fluttering high above the once regal bridge, now rotten and choked with seaweed.
Siam2010-01-18 04:22:11
Man, that Caoimhe clue was a pain. I kept shaking the hourglass for 5 minutes in front of Radella before doing it at room below. 
Xiel2010-01-18 10:36:44
QUOTE
The sands of time swirl about yet do not pass, that which was held long sealed fast. Yet finally an attempt was made - and one is many, woven by deft hands of Fate. Time now pulls at the Children of the Empress, an ancient chamber of waxen seal, marking from whence dark nightmares came.
---
The sands of time push and pull, and have seen this oak go from seed to tree - and so you witness time as it did. People, each familiar and particular, as at home beneath it and within your branches as it is with them, children and descendants of the one who's touch planted it. Keepers and protectors, healers and witches - most skilled and most wise, she lives within its branches, progeny of Nature's progidy.
---
The sands of time have been cruel, and the eye can only strain to see that which is now a dim and ruined haze - once glorious, once proud, the seat of once Celestine power.
---
The tides pull where sand cannot, an ancient temple lost to poisoned water, to taint, to rot. Yet through the ages a light glimmers forth, a memory of a brighter time, an ancient, mournful song.
---
The sands begin to pull apart, revealing a small furrikin and a monocled merian, flask in hand. 'Nay, master furrikin, thems palace folk ain't for me,' the merian said. 'I'll just finish off me wee bit o' brandy then I be heading home to me wife. She'll snap at me like a barracuda if'n...' The sands swirl in, and the vision is lost.
---
Formed and forgotten, time marches on amongst golden trees where no sun shines. Never have they seen the light, yet so long have they been known - and before your eyes, beautiful waters turn poisoned and putrid.
---
Whispery white clouds spread far and wide, as they have since ancient times. Though the pull of time had yanked their home away, this roost has long watched over spice and fruit and bird and egg.
---
The sands swirl within the glass, gently caressing the bobbing form of an infant child, the pride and joy of his family. Up and then down he flowed upon the currents of time, yet for so brief a time - darkness came, and time shifted. His nursery, so once full of joy and laughter, remains in ruins - a tragedy that was seen through a mirror of dreams, one which soon reflected the darkest of nightmares.
---
The sands part, revealing a silvery net of energy. It bulged and buckled, but it held strong, holding the roiling clouds of seething hatred and alien hunger back and away - though not for long. Chaotic images flash across the sands, your mind unable to fully comprehend what was happening within - a golden claw, some strange machine, an aslaran, and the horrors of death. All of it is washed away by a silvery shield of sand that settles smoothly in place, silently watched over by four, unblinking eyes.
---
The sands of time once rushed in to cover that which was coveted, though not all knowledge was lost - a free people survived and their mastery thrived, and you can but watch as countless generations of beasts take flight and land from this opened square.
---
The sands of time caress and lift, an ancient ship raised from the sunken depths to serve once more. Outside of time itself, you see its former beauty and its twisted form, crimson sails fluttering high above the once regal bridge, now rotten and choked with seaweed.
---
Trials and tribulations are manifold, but within the sands you see but one - youthful men of righteous and ancient deed, trained to fight, bred by Queen - as the sands of time march on, this sacred vat maintained, future youths to drink and ward against the darkness they have long contained.
---
The currents of time push and pull as the sands part, yet more lies beneath than one sees from without - beneath icy waters seek the eight-armed beast, midst rock and stone. Look, seeker, betwixt the tides that have been made home to that which has rebuked time itself, testament to that which Nature long sought sheltered.
---
As the sands swirl and churn, the image becomes clear - for it is here a mother nurtured thrice and does once more, gazing out across the sands at young and eager lives.
---
As the sands part, the friendly, laughing form of a merian begins to manifest, garbed in the raiments of the Holy Mother. The sands of time are at first kind, then cruel - the air about her churns darkly, poisonously. As the sands smooth, nothing remains but the broken form of an archangel, outstretched wings little protection from the hate that had come.
---
Ancient tides push and pull as a storm rages within the top of the hourglass, howling and hissing with the fury of Death. A single ship seeks to escape, yet you can but watch as it is cracked and broken. Glistening with a pink light, all that remains of Alabellalum sinks into the depths. The image shifts as the sands trickle on, and time has not been kind to the memory of that long dead city.
---
Time touches and pulls in strange ways, and so the sands darken and swirl as the fall. A lurid purple moss has colonized the darkness over decades and more, illuminating this avian's cave in a pulsating, throbbing glow.
---
As the sands swirl they caress a vibrant field, the joyous laughter of people at play echoing through the glass. They dance and sing, so sweet the sounds, before time itself has snuffed them out. Still two persist, in whispered prayer, awaiting the gentle call of what once was theirs - though Nature buried, they dance evermore to the beat of the Wild Arrane. Still their music lingers near, within the pipes ancestors dear.
---
A vain and beautiful lady lounges upon a divan draped in luxurious fabrics, newly having arisen to her place. So beautiful she is, her King is forever smitten, never again to mate at her death... Time flows on, yet still she lives, reborn of sister, most precious Queens.
---
All things begin and end where they may, though the footprint of Kiakoda shall mark your journey's end - though time is pliable, it is who finishes first that shall be Nature's champion!
---
The sands of time push and pull, and have seen this oak go from seed to tree - and so you witness time as it did. People, each familiar and particular, as at home beneath it and within your branches as it is with them, children and descendants of the one who's touch planted it. Keepers and protectors, healers and witches - most skilled and most wise, she lives within its branches, progeny of Nature's progidy.
---
The sands of time have been cruel, and the eye can only strain to see that which is now a dim and ruined haze - once glorious, once proud, the seat of once Celestine power.
---
The tides pull where sand cannot, an ancient temple lost to poisoned water, to taint, to rot. Yet through the ages a light glimmers forth, a memory of a brighter time, an ancient, mournful song.
---
The sands begin to pull apart, revealing a small furrikin and a monocled merian, flask in hand. 'Nay, master furrikin, thems palace folk ain't for me,' the merian said. 'I'll just finish off me wee bit o' brandy then I be heading home to me wife. She'll snap at me like a barracuda if'n...' The sands swirl in, and the vision is lost.
---
Formed and forgotten, time marches on amongst golden trees where no sun shines. Never have they seen the light, yet so long have they been known - and before your eyes, beautiful waters turn poisoned and putrid.
---
Whispery white clouds spread far and wide, as they have since ancient times. Though the pull of time had yanked their home away, this roost has long watched over spice and fruit and bird and egg.
---
The sands swirl within the glass, gently caressing the bobbing form of an infant child, the pride and joy of his family. Up and then down he flowed upon the currents of time, yet for so brief a time - darkness came, and time shifted. His nursery, so once full of joy and laughter, remains in ruins - a tragedy that was seen through a mirror of dreams, one which soon reflected the darkest of nightmares.
---
The sands part, revealing a silvery net of energy. It bulged and buckled, but it held strong, holding the roiling clouds of seething hatred and alien hunger back and away - though not for long. Chaotic images flash across the sands, your mind unable to fully comprehend what was happening within - a golden claw, some strange machine, an aslaran, and the horrors of death. All of it is washed away by a silvery shield of sand that settles smoothly in place, silently watched over by four, unblinking eyes.
---
The sands of time once rushed in to cover that which was coveted, though not all knowledge was lost - a free people survived and their mastery thrived, and you can but watch as countless generations of beasts take flight and land from this opened square.
---
The sands of time caress and lift, an ancient ship raised from the sunken depths to serve once more. Outside of time itself, you see its former beauty and its twisted form, crimson sails fluttering high above the once regal bridge, now rotten and choked with seaweed.
---
Trials and tribulations are manifold, but within the sands you see but one - youthful men of righteous and ancient deed, trained to fight, bred by Queen - as the sands of time march on, this sacred vat maintained, future youths to drink and ward against the darkness they have long contained.
---
The currents of time push and pull as the sands part, yet more lies beneath than one sees from without - beneath icy waters seek the eight-armed beast, midst rock and stone. Look, seeker, betwixt the tides that have been made home to that which has rebuked time itself, testament to that which Nature long sought sheltered.
---
As the sands swirl and churn, the image becomes clear - for it is here a mother nurtured thrice and does once more, gazing out across the sands at young and eager lives.
---
As the sands part, the friendly, laughing form of a merian begins to manifest, garbed in the raiments of the Holy Mother. The sands of time are at first kind, then cruel - the air about her churns darkly, poisonously. As the sands smooth, nothing remains but the broken form of an archangel, outstretched wings little protection from the hate that had come.
---
Ancient tides push and pull as a storm rages within the top of the hourglass, howling and hissing with the fury of Death. A single ship seeks to escape, yet you can but watch as it is cracked and broken. Glistening with a pink light, all that remains of Alabellalum sinks into the depths. The image shifts as the sands trickle on, and time has not been kind to the memory of that long dead city.
---
Time touches and pulls in strange ways, and so the sands darken and swirl as the fall. A lurid purple moss has colonized the darkness over decades and more, illuminating this avian's cave in a pulsating, throbbing glow.
---
As the sands swirl they caress a vibrant field, the joyous laughter of people at play echoing through the glass. They dance and sing, so sweet the sounds, before time itself has snuffed them out. Still two persist, in whispered prayer, awaiting the gentle call of what once was theirs - though Nature buried, they dance evermore to the beat of the Wild Arrane. Still their music lingers near, within the pipes ancestors dear.
---
A vain and beautiful lady lounges upon a divan draped in luxurious fabrics, newly having arisen to her place. So beautiful she is, her King is forever smitten, never again to mate at her death... Time flows on, yet still she lives, reborn of sister, most precious Queens.
---
All things begin and end where they may, though the footprint of Kiakoda shall mark your journey's end - though time is pliable, it is who finishes first that shall be Nature's champion!
Kiradawea2010-01-18 12:51:12
Aww man. I should've stayed awake for this. I recognize all those places. 
Shaddus2010-01-18 20:09:52
What room in spectre was that clue in? I couldn't find that damned thng for the life of me.
Rika2010-01-18 20:17:38
QUOTE (Shaddus Mes'ard @ Jan 19 2010, 09:09 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
What room in spectre was that clue in? I couldn't find that damned thng for the life of me.
I told you, the room with the skeleton on the ship.
Shaddus2010-01-18 20:29:55
You're talking about the ship at the far south end of the island, right?
Unless there's a second hidden room beyond the first, I couldn't find the right room.
Unless there's a second hidden room beyond the first, I couldn't find the right room.
Rika2010-01-18 20:52:47
There are two hidden rooms there.
Lehki2010-01-18 21:16:20
QUOTE
Ancient tides push and pull as a storm rages within the top of the hourglass, howling and hissing with the fury of Death. A single ship seeks to escape, yet you can but watch as it is cracked and broken. Glistening with a pink light, all that remains of Alabellalum sinks into the depths. The image shifts as the sands trickle on, and time has not been kind to the memory of that long dead city.
This was my first one, I went straight to the pirate captain guy, didn't realize I had to shake it, and by the time I did, had been told about the statue he looks for and thought it was that.
Didn't go back to him to try shaking it till like... some time after Rika was past the halfway point.
Siam2010-01-19 12:12:23
All things begin and end where they may, though the footprint of Kiakoda shall mark your journey's end - though time is pliable, it is who finishes first that shall be Nature's champion!
Where is this? Nature Reserve?
Where is this? Nature Reserve?
Zalandrus2010-01-19 13:12:02
Probably Nature Seal
Lehki2010-01-19 16:34:20
QUOTE (thisismydisplayname @ Jan 19 2010, 07:12 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
All things begin and end where they may, though the footprint of Kiakoda shall mark your journey's end - though time is pliable, it is who finishes first that shall be Nature's champion!
Where is this? Nature Reserve?
Where is this? Nature Reserve?
That sounds like the last clue, so yeah, probably Nature Seal.
