28 день Середины Года
   Материал подготовил: Morendil
ровни Арены не так сложны и запутаны, как в Daggerfall: они больше похожи на печенье, чем на клубок спагетти. Когда перед глазами есть карта этажа, нужда в комментариях типа "прямо-направо-дверь-скелет..." отпадает. Да и основные квесты сводятся к тривиальным действиям. Вот почему я призвал на помощь свой скромный писательский скилл и создал Персонажа. Можете считать это моими потугами на "Семнадцать мгновений DOOM", но так как Кэлис - не Штирлиц, то стебовых приколов здесь поменьше.
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Загадки и разгадки

I am twice as old as three times the age of
the Sphinx of Gazia, Agamamnus,
divided by one-ninth the age of
the Sphinx of Canus, Igon,
who left this world twenty-six years ago.
What then is my age?
I touch your face,
I'm in your words,
I'm lack of space,
And beloved by birds...
If Cell 3 holds worthless brass, Cell 2 holds the gold key.
If Cell 1 holds the gold key, Cell 3 holds worthless brass.
If Cell 2 holds worthless brass, Cell 1 holds the gold key.
Knowing this brave fool, and knowing that all that is
said cannot be true, which cell contains the gold key?
From the beginning of eternity,
To the end of time and space,
To the beginning of every end,
And the end of every place...
In a marble hall, white as milk,
Lined with skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple, doth appear,
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in to steal the gold...
My second is performed by my first,
And, it is thought,
A thief by the mark of the whole
Might be caught.
What is neither fish nor flesh,
feathers nor bone,
But still has fingers,
and thumbs of its own?
Crushed beneath trampling feet,
kept in darkness and cold. I am useless
if I have suffered not; but having suffered,
my temper is sweet and strong to all
those who partake. What am I, at start?
Two bodies have I,
Though both joined in one.
The more still I stand,
The quicker I run...
What force and strength
cannot get through,
I, with a gentle touch, can do;
And many in these twisted halls would stand,
Were I not, as a friend, at hand...
I tie and hold, capture and bind,
yet both knights and knaves doth crave me.
I faithfully enslave all within my grasp,
whether or not they seek me.
Yet those who have never felt my unmerciful hand,
are pitied by their fellow Man...
What flares up
And does a lot of good,
And when it dies,
Is just a piece of wood?
More beautiful than the face of your God,
Yet more wicked than a Demon's forked tongue?
Dead men eat it all the time,
Live men who eat it die slow...
I come out of the earth,
I am sold in the market.
He who buys me cuts off my tail,
Takes off my suit of silk,
And weeps beside me when I am dead...
What is the thing
which comes in sheets,
yet cannot be folded or
gathered again?
There is a thing, which nothing is,
Yet it has a name.
It's sometimes tall
And sometimes short
It tumbles when we fall
It joins our sport,
And plays at every game...
I daily am in Elsweyr and Skyrim,
At times do all the world explore,
Since time began I've held my reign,
And shall till time is never more.
I never in my life have strolled
In garden, field, or park,
Yet all of these are sad and cold
If I'm not there and it is dark...
Elvish mithril and Argonian silver, crumble I can.
But first, I improve all created by man.
I devour all things,
Bird and beast, serfs and kings.
Though my pace is even, men curse my speed,
Wishing I were lazier in their hour of need.
I can creep and crawl, or rush, even fly.
I am all thou hast.
Tell me, who am I?
I am the architect of this hall,
whose name is forgot in the dust of time.
Yet, where there is no dust,
where the river would speak,
there is my name.
Find this place and then return,
to tell me my name.
Only then shall you pass this door.
What is my name?
I run smoother than any rhyme,
I love to fall but cannot climb.
I tremble at each breath of air,
And yet can heaviest burdens bear...