suite du texte en anglais:That which you seek you will find quickly,
If first you do not visit the large tree.
Even then this will not be easy,
Unless you find a certain NPC.
And for you who doubt that I am real,
I don´t blame you for the way you feel.
Trust is a virtue both strong and rare,
The truth is what I speak to you, I swear!
One week later, a treat for faithful players.
The Fire Banditt is indeed a dope,
To his propost´rus claim I just say " nope".
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Terrae has got the first part figured out,
He would no doubt make a fine Boy Scout.
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To Gizmo what I´d say my boss forbids,
So I´ll only say " Tricks are for kids!"
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While ´tis true that I have got some weight,
That is not the point, at any rate.
My good employ´r lets me post these clues,
But flame me more and you will surely lose.
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Terrae for you I´ll tell you what you want,
Since you do not poke fun or jaunt or taunt.
The books indeed are very fun to read,
But you´ll need them not for to succeed.
Who or what or why never again,
The only thing that matters now is when.
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If you took the life of him you seek,
He would surely not be keen to speak.
Worry not though because just at dawn,
The man you´re after will in fact respawn.
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The torch that you seek just might be the link,
But not in the way that you might first think.
Open your minds to other ways of play,
And extra stuff you just might find today.
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The Better Bard you seek is not far off,
For have you not been reading here? *cough, cough*
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Quanrian:
While your request is most benign indeed,
To act on it would sadly break my creed.
For my employer´s rules are very strict,
And breaking them would bring upon conflict.
This Xbox Forum is where I remain,
We´re truly sorry if this causes pain.
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Another clue might do you all some good,
So perhaps I´ll talk about the wood.
Within a grove you´ll find an ancient trick
Which might be handy for your precious stick.
Have you wondered why it can´t be sold?
The stick you have is verily quite old.
The first thing you received might be the key,
To unlocking this most wond´rous myst´ry.
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Work not too hard for it will be in vain,
And surely cause you a great deal of pain.
The secret that you work so hard to chase
Is actually right there before your face.
Once you know it you will surely feel
Happy that you owned your great Guild Seal.
The answer to this quest is obvious,
When you think not " him" nor " her" but " us".
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Methinks it time to spill another hint,
Your trusty spade shall not give off a glint
When near the spot to dig you doth go near,
Unless first you´ve drunk down some nice cold beer.
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To Old School I think I may but say,
The Angles and the Saxons far away,
I reside much further to the west,
Within a State in which I am a guest.
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Twice now I´ve seen this mostly strange request,
To use a certain phrase that one likes best.
´Tis " Norty Lip Stallion" as we all see,
And it fits not in my nice harmony.
This Bard doth not take such requests,
And time there´s not for such most silly jests.
Forthwith you should so seek to find a clue,
For he who posts of it will get stuff new.
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I said not drunk when last I gave a clue,
Such ´sumptions will only make you quite blue.
But if this way you feel you must construe,
You´ll find it difficult when you walk through.
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To those of you who wish for straight replies,
I could surely sit and dole out some lies.
True fun comes not from me holding your hand,
But rather when it is you understand
That this is something you must do alone.
The time draws near that this Bard must go home.
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If an easy riddle´s what you want,
I might be able to be nonchalant.
In South Bowerstone there is a gal,
Who absolutely will not be your pal.
She´ll tell you something that you want to know,
If only you can figure where to go.
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This next rhyme might not be such a clue,
But rather something small from me to you.
By Avo´s smile and Skorn´s great wrath you´ll see
Just how much more there is to this great key.
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To zRez I can only say this thing:
I sing here just as I am told to sing.
My mission from my boss is very clear:
" Go and tell them what they need to hear.
Drop the clues that Prima doesn´t say,
Lead them to the beast they are to slay.
Be not so direct in your fine verse,
Lest we say ´good riddance´ with a curse."
And so I do my duties as prescribed,
( I do them without even being bribed).
To you fine players bold and brave and true,
I hope my clues will be some help to you.
And since this is but a most simple chore,
I´ll be surely glad to give some more.
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Nearly sixty pages have been wrote,
And no one yet has rode the wond´rous boat?
Perhaps this secret is a bit tricky,
Or maybe my verse is too gimmicky?
Either way it´s best to stay the course,
For with info I´ll remain a source.
But tell you what to do I sadly can´t,
Save for what I mention in my chant.
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A few points here I will now clarify,
Though my info I shalln´t verify:
You may reach the Final Quest any time,
But to do so later is sublime.
When South I sang I´m certain South I meant,
The one you seek might well hide in a tent.
As for the clue that ties all the loose ends,
Try first to solve it on your own my friends!
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To Kess0r I shall sing a little song,
Pay heed my words and you shall not go wrong:
The Northern Wastes are indeed what they are,
Going there won´t get you very far.
With the stick you´ll know just what to do
In just the spot and with a foaming brew.
On the Silver Chest I shall not sing,
Though its contents are fit for a King.
You´ll need the Singing Sword to board the boat,
Unless you find a certain way to float.
I surely hope this intel finds you pleased,
Though likely I suspect you´re merely teased.
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To those of you who doubt about the tent,
´Tis no subject on which you should resent;
The occupant will dare not be present
Until a bit of time nearby is spent.
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To Barborin and other folk I say:
" If you don´t agree then go and play."
My clues I provide here quite free of charge,
The reward which follows is rather large.
---- update 09/23/04 ----
i´ve just been told some news that´s rather fair,
that one more clue i am allowed to spare.
so here it is for those of you who wait,
i´ll sing it now and give it to you straight:
when blue is red and red is blue you´ll find
a certain challenge which involves your mind.
solve it true and answer its demands,
and then run off to the clock with no hands.
of armor clothes and blades we surely seek
to find the best of all so we´re not weak;
this next clue that i am about to speak
might help you find something rather unique.
there are two houses nearby which undead
do make their homes and cause a lot of dread.
near one of these there lies a secret space,
if only you can isolate the place
where water and land meet when they should not;
find this not and surely you¡¦ll get squat!
The Lady Grey be not pure white or black,
But one thing’s not quite right about her shack:
It´s cold and damp and dark and out of whack.
Within the antechamber like a yak
Protrude great stones that are without a crack.
If you find a way to drop the slack,
What you find just might take you aback!
cammarade