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Post by Ellinda on Nov 26, 2007 21:57:37 GMT -5
And the teams are announced! Other teams may list themselves. Treasure hunters were strongly encouraged to work with people outside of their families.
Team 1: Lord Erik Coldiron, Rhelis, and Elaena Bolton
Team 2: Seth Falgrave, Florian, Dacey Florent and Sybil Florent
Team 3: William Tyrell, Lord Francis Varner, Flea
Team 4: Lucas Harlaw and Roland Royce
Team 5: Tytos Blackwood and Ser Benfrey Smith
Team 6: Aerie, Alyssa and next new entrant
The rules will be announced momentarily.
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Post by Ellinda on Nov 26, 2007 22:03:53 GMT -5
The Rules of the Treasure Hunt:
The following riddles point to some place in Westerlands. Each place will have a letter discretely placed. When all riddles are answered, they will give the key to the first treasure box. In that treasure box will be a second set of riddles that will lead to the key of the second treasure box.
The second treasure box has the fabulous prizes. Work together and good luck!
Where the door shuts only after it needs to be?
In the land of frying pan and fire?
A Lady of pride?
A drink with a sharp bite?
Feathers of birds?
Rock and a hard place?
Please post in the Treasure Boxes when you've reached them.
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Post by melon on Nov 26, 2007 22:09:32 GMT -5
William stands there thinking, "I bet Frying pan and fire is the kitchen." He whispers to Francis and flea.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 26, 2007 22:10:43 GMT -5
Flea gave the boy a smack on the head softly, "your giving it away. quietly damnit"
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Post by melon on Nov 26, 2007 22:12:35 GMT -5
William was about to hit the little boy but Francis shock his head. "I was quiet Peasant."
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 26, 2007 22:22:30 GMT -5
Gaea. Discrete is separate, Discreet is secret. Just to let you know.
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 26, 2007 22:24:07 GMT -5
Tytos looks around for Ser Benfry Smith, eager to get started. He ponders on the riddles, and what they might mean.
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Post by Erik on Nov 26, 2007 23:13:21 GMT -5
Erik curses to himself and looks around for Elaena Bolton.
Fucking creepy fucking Boltons.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 26, 2007 23:14:04 GMT -5
Francis sat down on a bench panting heavily. He'd been all over the Westerlands it seemed, but finally the key was at least in his grasp.
"You were better at this than the melee!" Flea said smiling.
"There you go with that observation of the obvious again." Francis said, ruffling the boy's hair. He turned to William.
"I'm sorry Flea yelled at you. He should not have done that. But discretion is the better part of valor. Your father will be proud."
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 26, 2007 23:14:27 GMT -5
Tytos yells curses as he looks around for Ser Benfry to aid him in the riddles.
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Post by melon on Nov 26, 2007 23:17:56 GMT -5
William smiles. "So what do we win."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 26, 2007 23:21:31 GMT -5
"I don't know son, why don't we take a look?" Francis said with a chuckle.
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Post by melon on Nov 26, 2007 23:22:45 GMT -5
"Yes Yes. I love wining."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 26, 2007 23:25:39 GMT -5
"It's not just about winning, it's about the pride of accomplishment, and knowing you tried your best." Francis said, trying to take advantage of the teachable moment with the two boys.
"Of course winning is nice though."
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Post by melon on Nov 26, 2007 23:28:44 GMT -5
"I have to agree with you. Oh my prize is perfect. I'm so happy I ended up with you Francis."
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