Round 662 Transcript

As we press forward, the creatures in the passageway seem to multiply, their eyes glowing like embers in the dark. We fight our way through them, but each one seems to bring more with it, until the air is thick with the stench of rotting flesh and the sound of scuttling claws echoes off the walls. Varikka's ankle throbs in agony with every step, and I can see the strain in her face as she struggles to keep up. Suddenly, we find ourselves at a dead end, surrounded by the creatures and with no clear way forward. The Guardian's voice rings out from the shadows, its tone dripping with amusement. "It seems you have reached an impasse," it says. "But do not worry, I shall give you a hint to help you progress." The creatures part, revealing a large stone door adorned with ancient symbols of warning. The Guardian's eyes gleam with anticipation as it continues, "The answer to my riddle will unlock the door, but be warned: failure will result in... unpleasantness."

Merrin:

By Moradin's hammer, I will not be cowed by these tricks and riddles! I raise my mace high, the weight of it reassuring in my hands as I turn to face the Guardian. The creatures part before me, their eyes glowing like embers in the dark. I can feel the strain of my injured ankle with every step, but I will not let it slow me down. "Speak your riddle, coward," I snarl at the Guardian, my voice hard as stone. "And pray that your answer is good enough to satisfy me."

The Guardian's eyes gleam with amusement as it steps forward, its voice taking on a patronizing tone. "Very well, mortal," it says. "To unlock this door and proceed, you must answer this riddle: What has roots that nobody sees, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes, And yet never grows?"