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Seneun
Titans Test Team
9
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Posted - 2014.07.08 20:18:00 -
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Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow.
Blood on the sands, the squires part the gates and exit the arena to the jeers of prince and entourage. The night wind blows hot; there will be little sleep.
The hierophant tends the mourning blaze, thick smoke and heavy words sing the denouement of the scene of the fallen amidst the banners of escutcheon'd avians displayed.
"At the apex, stolid, is Hawk. Commanding fear and puissance, his eyes pierce the blue-green fog of the western heavens. Heaps of prey break under his thundering call, but the Detrital feast must wait for frenzied beak and talon to abate. The meat rots, and so Hawk becomes Vulture."
"On the emerald precipice is Dove, loving and fearful. Cowed by the thunder of their De Facto demigod, with their chorus they lament the Vultures' feast, but, in their frailty, do nothing."
"At the fringes of the firelight stalks mad Magpie, who hates and loves both Hawk and Dove. Pressed by despair of Darksome fortune, he chants a jesting dirge, ignoring Vulture to seek cold comfort in the sound of his own song."
"The cornucopia of the slaughter is the Ostriches' lot. Idly the Dastards do waste their precious hour on vain pursuit, learning naught, knowing naught. The prosopon of self-deceit shields their eyes from the Vulture's hungry leer, and so the hourglass marks the coming of their fate."
The squires weep, the hierophant tolls a bronze bell to a count of five. They call to him, "is this dire canto to be our doom as well?"
Turning away from fire and squire, marking nineteen paces into the dark, he intones, "be thou as the nightingale whose song will break the gloaming. Cloaked in the refrain of your brethren, in vigil stand, and voice your vision clear."
The hierophant is gone. The squires cast skyward eyes, taking grey wings high. |
Claudia Osyn
Mythic Security Service
512
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Posted - 2014.07.08 21:03:00 -
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36! Wait, 24! No, 82! Punk tree frogs! A platypus? I have no idea whats going on here.... The lack of money is the root of all evil. |
Valerie Valate
Church of The Crimson Saviour
576
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Posted - 2014.07.08 21:14:00 -
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Claudia Osyn wrote:36! Wait, 24! No, 82! Punk tree frogs! A platypus? I have no idea whats going on here....
It's some kind of riddle, this is I think the third one by this man ? I don't remember what the reward for solving the previous riddles was. Or if there was a reward at all.
I do know what usually happens next in these threads though, a bunch of people post a whole lot of sarcastic comments, and no-one finds out what the answer was. |
Claudia Osyn
Mythic Security Service
512
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Posted - 2014.07.08 21:31:00 -
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Valerie Valate wrote:Claudia Osyn wrote:36! Wait, 24! No, 82! Punk tree frogs! A platypus? I have no idea whats going on here.... It's some kind of riddle, this is I think the third one by this man ? I don't remember what the reward for solving the previous riddles was. Or if there was a reward at all. I do know what usually happens next in these threads though, a bunch of people post a whole lot of sarcastic comments, and no-one finds out what the answer was. They do get entertaining. There's a good chance that the sarcasm would drop significantly if OP gave the slightest hint of context, though. The lack of money is the root of all evil. |
Pieter Tuulinen
In Exile. Imperial Outlaws.
3836
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Posted - 2014.07.08 21:55:00 -
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This one is Federal political parties, isn't it? "You let one of them go, but that's nothing new is it? Every now and then a little victim is allowed to escape; because she smiled, because he's got freckles, because they begged. And that's how you live with yourself. That's how you slaughter millions." "Only a killer would know that..." |
Claudia Osyn
Mythic Security Service
513
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Posted - 2014.07.08 22:05:00 -
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Pieter Tuulinen wrote:This one is Federal political parties, isn't it? No, not enough champagne or exotic dancers for this to be a Federal party of any sort. The lack of money is the root of all evil. |
Karynn Denton
Clan Katanga Caravan
214
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Posted - 2014.07.08 22:30:00 -
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I like mad Magpie best. He sounds cool.
Did you know they steal shiny things? Adorable.
Karynn Denton Caravan Master
Thukking about! In Rifters! On drugs! \o/ |
Sanadras Riahn
Anshar Incorporated
62
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Posted - 2014.07.08 22:31:00 -
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If I had to make a guess, this riddle sounds like the Empires, does it not?
Quote:"At the apex, stolid, is Hawk. Commanding fear and puissance, his eyes pierce the blue-green fog of the western heavens. Heaps of prey break under his thundering call, but the Detrital feast must wait for frenzied beak and talon to abate. The meat rots, and so Hawk becomes Vulture."
Commanding fear, piercing a blue-green fog of the western heavens, and a powerful military to boot, this sounds to me like the Amarr.
Quote:"On the emerald precipice is Dove, loving and fearful. Cowed by the thunder of their De Facto demigod, with their chorus they lament the Vultures' feast, but, in their frailty, do nothing."
Emerald aside, loving and fearful. Open arms and freedom for all, and lamenting the actions of the Vulture, or the Amarr, but doing nothing. This sounds Gallente.
Quote:"At the fringes of the firelight stalks mad Magpie, who hates and loves both Hawk and Dove. Pressed by despair of Darksome fortune, he chants a jesting dirge, ignoring Vulture to seek cold comfort in the sound of his own song."
Darksome fortune at the removal of Heth and the internal struggles it creates. Love and hatred for the Amarr and the Gallente, I see Caldari in this.
Quote:"The cornucopia of the slaughter is the Ostriches' lot. Idly the Dastards do waste their precious hour on vain pursuit, learning naught, knowing naught. The prosopon of self-deceit shields their eyes from the Vulture's hungry leer, and so the hourglass marks the coming of their fate."
Wasting their hour in vain pursuit, learning and knowing nothing, shielding their eyes from the hungry glare of the Amarr. This sounds like the Jove.
Quote:Turning away from fire and squire, marking nineteen paces into the dark, he intones, "be thou as the nightingale whose song will break the gloaming. Cloaked in the refrain of your brethren, in vigil stand, and voice your vision clear."
The process of elimination suggests that this would be the Minmatar. Additional clues include mentions of standing with brethren and, though likely circumstantial, voicing a "vision" as the shaman do.
That's my best guess. Tradition defines and shapes a person, but should be evaluated frequently; far too often does Tradition no longer help, but hobble a person and stunt their growth.-áEspecially a Capsuleer.
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Claudia Osyn
Mythic Security Service
514
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Posted - 2014.07.08 23:05:00 -
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Karynn Denton wrote:I like mad Magpie best. He sounds cool.
Did you know they steal shiny things? Adorable.
It would be an awsome name for an alliance, too. The Mad Magpies, most feared pirate coalition in the cluster.... The lack of money is the root of all evil. |
Elmund Egivand
Sebiestor Tribe Minmatar Republic
19
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Posted - 2014.07.09 01:07:00 -
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Claudia Osyn wrote:Karynn Denton wrote:I like mad Magpie best. He sounds cool.
Did you know they steal shiny things? Adorable.
It would be an awsome name for an alliance, too. The Mad Magpies, most feared pirate coalition in the cluster....
Infiltrates and steals anything in your corp that isn't nailed down? |
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Ollie Rundle
183
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Posted - 2014.07.09 01:18:00 -
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Sanadras Riahn wrote:If I had to make a guess, this riddle sounds like the Empires, does it not?
Possibly, although if I were to agree entirely with your guess I'd note that Ostrich sounds more like the Caldari allying themselves with the Amarr, benefitting from the military and economic support that alliance grants them and all the while hoping that once all others have been reclaimed their own fate won't be of a similar nature. The Jove are largely irrelevant.
In this interpretation Magpie would be the Minmatar, hating and loving the Empire and the Federation alike for what both nations have given and taken from them. Only recently have they managed to find 'cold comfort' in a governing body that reflects the unique ideology and tribal leadership homegrown within the Republic - it's own song as it were.
All that said, a more reasonable answer might be that there is no answer - as is usual for the ramblings of the unstable. -á |
Claudia Osyn
Mythic Security Service
514
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Posted - 2014.07.09 01:51:00 -
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Elmund Egivand wrote:Claudia Osyn wrote:Karynn Denton wrote:I like mad Magpie best. He sounds cool.
Did you know they steal shiny things? Adorable.
It would be an awsome name for an alliance, too. The Mad Magpies, most feared pirate coalition in the cluster.... Infiltrates and steals anything in your corp that isn't nailed down? That too. The lack of money is the root of all evil. |
Diana Kim
State Protectorate Caldari State
1166
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Posted - 2014.07.09 03:01:00 -
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Elmund Egivand wrote:Claudia Osyn wrote:Karynn Denton wrote:I like mad Magpie best. He sounds cool.
Did you know they steal shiny things? Adorable.
It would be an awsome name for an alliance, too. The Mad Magpies, most feared pirate coalition in the cluster.... Infiltrates and steals anything in your corp that isn't nailed down? They already have a name: Gurista. However, these guys would unnail things that were nailed and steal them too |
Kayagainen Iwalula
Etsala Trading Company
85
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Posted - 2014.07.09 05:28:00 -
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What in Maker's name is this nonsense? Have you been shooting yourself up with Blue Pill recently? |
Sibyyl
Gallente Federation
2284
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Posted - 2014.07.09 14:29:00 -
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Prior to my last journey, I spilled the blood of a black bird on the rocks of a moon in Everyshore. It was a clean cut, no hesitation in my stroke. I cleaned it body, laid it in its specially fashioned nest of trinkets and hand written wishes from my crew and set it afloat down the Lithium Wyre, the river at which I gave my prayer.
Perhaps it is superstition, but the journey was uneventful and our shipment was delivered as per our word. .. when everything else is gone .. |
Jade Blackwind
Alexylva Paradox Low-Class
112
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Posted - 2014.07.09 17:34:00 -
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The petals of the five-colored flower are doomed to wither. A bleak, long winter is upon us all, ostrich or dove; the jester beats the ace in the grand finale, as his mad laughter echoes among the pure and the blind. |
Claudia Osyn
Mythic Security Service
525
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Posted - 2014.07.09 18:02:00 -
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*Insert cryptic/nonsensical message here* The lack of money is the root of all evil. |
Makoto Priano
Priano Trans-Stellar State Services Ishuk-Raata Enforcement Directive
6321
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Posted - 2014.07.09 18:30:00 -
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Magpies? Lovely!
Corvid are my favorite, really. Priano Trans-Stellar: elegant solutions for the State's needs. |
Nuona
School of Applied Knowledge Caldari State
7
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Posted - 2014.07.09 19:12:00 -
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This is a more lucid and coherent message than those previously posted, though I'm not sure what this signifies.
However, there is a pattern beginning to emerge now that there are three data points. The posting titles:
- Elaphebolion Seventh Rising
- Skirophron Eighth Descending
...both contain an obscure reference (or code word), a number, and a single-axis direction, while the second (chronological) title was more opaque. In addition, each posting contained the same pangram in the opening line, and each featured conspicuous capitalizations throughout the body.
I believe the title to be half of the two-part key which might resolve the message-inside-the-message.
How this relates to birds, if at all, I could not say. |
Claudia Osyn
Mythic Security Service
525
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Posted - 2014.07.09 19:16:00 -
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Pueple! The lack of money is the root of all evil. |
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Anise Tig'res
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
0
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Posted - 2014.07.10 01:53:00 -
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Seneun wrote:Blood on the sands, the squires part the gates and exit the arena to the jeers of prince and entourage. The night wind blows hot; there will be little sleep.
The hierophant tends the mourning blaze, thick smoke and heavy words sing the denouement of the scene of the fallen amidst the banners of escutcheon'd avians displayed..
Perhaps this is a statement on the state of the war with the caldari, with the hand over of several systems recently having been completed.
Seneun wrote:"At the apex, stolid, is Hawk. Commanding fear and puissance, his eyes pierce the blue-green fog of the western heavens. Heaps of prey break under his thundering call, but the Detrital feast must wait for frenzied beak and talon to abate. The meat rots, and so Hawk becomes Vulture."
This describes the Hawk voter bloc of the Gallentean Federation, primarily composed of Jin Mei and Mannar. Militaristic stout hearted patriots. Their victories and wealth cannot be enjoyed, they still clamer for the deaths of foes.
seneun wrote:"At the fringes of the firelight stalks mad Magpie, who hates and loves both Hawk and Dove. Pressed by despair of Darksome fortune, he chants a jesting dirge, ignoring Vulture to seek cold comfort in the sound of his own song."
Fickle and indecisive, largely ignorant of whats around him Magpie voters flip and flop, unfortunately the largest block as well. Typically they're tide of fragmented interests, but they have no interest in the war, it turns their fortunes sour.
Seneun wrote:"The cornucopia of the slaughter is the Ostriches' lot. Idly the Dastards do waste their precious hour on vain pursuit, learning naught, knowing naught. The prosopon of self-deceit shields their eyes from the Vulture's hungry leer, and so the hourglass marks the coming of their fate."
The Ostritch bloc are ignorant, apathetic and oblivious to all but their own lives,either from contentment or predominance of work on their lives. The war rages, all they see are headlines. They do nothing to stop it, their tireless work allows it to press on. But Vultures will lead them to ruin, for they profit off and push for war. Military contracts filling their pockets with ISK.
Seneun wrote:The squires weep, the hierophant tolls a bronze bell to a count of five. They call to him, "is this dire canto to be our doom as well?"
Turning away from fire and squire, marking nineteen paces into the dark, he intones, "be thou as the nightingale whose song will break the gloaming. Cloaked in the refrain of your brethren, in vigil stand, and voice your vision clear."
The hierophant is gone. The squires cast skyward eyes, taking grey wings high.
The Squires fear their fate is set, to die in the sounds of war. Perhaps they are the capsuleers. The Hierophant warns them all, be vigilant, voice your dreams for the Federation. As the Hierophant leaves, the Squires take up their ships and leave for space. |
Rui-Shun Lui
Garoun Investment Bank Gallente Federation
0
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Posted - 2014.07.10 08:00:00 -
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To my erudite colleague, on behalf of our mutual friend:
We have heard the nightingale's song. |
Da Dom
Wii R
83
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Posted - 2014.07.10 15:17:00 -
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Happy hunting :)(: |
Anslo
Scope Works
5944
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Posted - 2014.07.10 15:46:00 -
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What
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Johanes Beaumonte
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
32
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Posted - 2014.07.10 16:24:00 -
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*is seated in a comfortable arm chair in a darkened library, puffs his cigar and then drinks from a snifter of brandy and clears his through*
What? Don't you see? it's perfectly clear that he is discussing the Kingdom of Central Garoun in the Nascent era of the Gallente Federation and their initial discovery of a new cilization on what was then known as Cephalin.
*gives Anslo a sage look* |
Anslo
Scope Works
5945
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Posted - 2014.07.10 16:32:00 -
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........What
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Jade Blackwind
Alexylva Paradox Low-Class
121
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Posted - 2014.07.10 17:04:00 -
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From the West across the great river shall come a Joker to depose the four Kings; in his left hand he wields the Dice of Chaos; in his right hand he wields the Unspeakable Thing of nightmares, something awful. His laughter shatters the skies over the scene, and a new nothing is born as the curtain rises.
From the East shall come a grim and terrible Knight. In his right hand he wields a golden Mace, in his left hand is a cruel and savage Whip. His iron steed is branded with the unholy sign of what once stood proud, but now is no more. He is mute by oath, his armor is Hatred.
What was once four will become one and turn into desert, where vultures circle in search of prey. Castles which stood for aeons will fall into flames. The Gods will die, and evil spirits will inherit the land. And, as the undying will clash over the lifeless ruins, from the heart of the universe will come the dark light of mercy.
*sips whiskey* |
Anslo
Scope Works
5946
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Posted - 2014.07.10 17:08:00 -
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Did you just call me a joke? **** you too then.
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Jade Blackwind
Alexylva Paradox Low-Class
121
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Posted - 2014.07.10 17:47:00 -
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Anslo wrote:Did you just call me a joke? **** you too then. *Puts down the bottle*
I just foretold the fate of the cluster for years to come, and all you people are able to derive from it that I call you a joke?
Either that, or Anslo just exposed himself as a Goonswarm agent. Either way:
Grrr Anslo. Nerf Scope.
*Puts the bottle to the lips again*
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Anslo
Scope Works
5947
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Posted - 2014.07.10 17:48:00 -
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Erm.....mkay then.
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