From: Ashley Munday (Ashley.Munday@liffe.com)
Date: Mon 03 Aug 1998 - 15:30:00 EEST
Nysalor Riddle No. <Insert Favourite Number In Here Folks>
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"Have you ever seen this?" Jon asked Cerdic as they sat over their
evening bottle of wine. The old Storm Voice gestured to his glass.
Cerdic looked carefully and couldn't see a lot. The apple wine was
vaguely sparkling, the bottles sent off with a dose of yeast and sugar
in the Pelorian style. Totally unlike the flat Sartarite cider Cerdic
had found Jon drinking when he'd first arrived in this neck of the
woods.
Jon was always testing Cerdic like this. He loved playing games with the
young sage. Cerdic took it as a compliment that Jon would even bother.
The old man was wiser than he looked. He had a unique view of life that
Cerdic found refreshing. If Cerdic uttered an opinion, Jon always had a
considered view on the subject. Cerdic often wondered if Jon was very
quick witted or just spent all his time trying to pre-empt the next
conversation.
"Okay, I give up," Cerdic admitted in exasperation. "We have an
expensive Lunar glass full of imported Carmanian wine. What am I
supposed to see? Riches that only deep pockets like yours could afford?
An opulence or lifestyle I'll never achieve?"
The old man laughed. "My, Sir Sage is being a trifle cynical today!" He
looked at his tortoise shell cat, one eye open stretched on the ledge of
the high open window and roared out laughing again. He wiped his eye and
looked back at Cerdic. "Not as cynical as Ynla would appear to be."
Cerdic never asked what Ynla said anymore. The one time he had he'd
regretted it. Ynla was Jon's cat. He never revealed what their
relationship was, but Cerdic had heard that Ynla and Jon's second wife
had been a gift from Orlanth in exchange for giving up his first wife.
There again, you could never extract the truth from these damned
citified farmers. So much of this old man's history was hidden. Cerdic
had been hoping that Jon would open up and let him write a biography,
but he never had.
After the fit of amusement, Jon found his train of thought again. "Well,
I'll treat your comments with the contempt it deserves. You introduced
me to this damned rot gut." To emphasise the rot gut aspect Jon farted
loudly. "Culture eh?" Cerdic blushed. He came from a good family in
Nochet and his civilised sensibilities were often compromised by Jon
being deliberately coarse.
Jon peered carefully at the wine again. "Bugger, where is it?" he
muttered. "Ah ha!" He exclaimed after a minute of carefully scrutinising
the wine. "Look at that!"
Cerdic looked again, following the old man's bony finger. All he could
see was a very small lump of sediment rising in the glass, trapped in an
air bubble. The sediment wasn't rising very fast - it was a lot slower
than the other bubbles. They tended to form on the inside of the glass,
loose their adhesion and suddenly fly up to the top of the glass where
they burst. Cerdic had a nagging suspicion that he was missing something
fairly fundamental here, but he couldn't see what. It was fairly
relaxing looking at the way the thing rose slowly through the liquid,
the other bubbles racing it up and winning.
"What do you see?." Jon asked, his voice low and thoughtful. "You're the
brightest idiot in that library, just think it all through."
Cerdic said nothing. He was feeling a bit detached from his body. He
felt that this may be the final test that Jon was setting him in a
series. Something monumental might be happening to him here, and he
didn't want to ruin it by speaking.
"Come on lad, just say anything that comes into your mind."
Cerdic thought, looking away from the wine glass to the hard baked clay
bottle in the corner. The wine came from there. The wine didn't bubble
until you opened it, maybe that's what Jon was on about. He started to
watch the sediment rise again, its film of gas expanding about it as it
neared the top of the glass. After a minute or so longer, it reached the
top, the covering of gas held against it for a couple of heartbeats by a
thin film of wine before it burst. The sediment just lay there, on top
of the wine, floating.
Suddenly he knew. His blood ran cold. The cheeky old bastard! He didn't
want to know anything about the sediment, or the wine. He was using some
sort of analogy. So much for Jon saying what he meant and not being able
to stand the idea of fables, parables and other allegories! He looked
up:
"Glorantha!"
<End of terrible narrative - bet'cha relieved!>
Game Mechanics
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In RQ this riddle could be solved by Scan (cheesy, but you have to see
the sediment to solve the riddle), Glorantha Lore (to realise that
Glorantha is a bubble in the fluid of chaos) or Craft (brewing). I
haven't managed this yet, but you might like to try and role-play this
one out and see if the adventurer's player works out the correct answer.
There again, you might not, 'cause they probably know more about
Glorantha than their adventurers.
Correct answer, as always, gives +1% to the adventurer's illumination
skill and an immediate chance of being illuminated.
Cheers,
Ash
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