MidasMagicDude

Is there a reason you capitalize everything, and don't use any punctuation?

Is it "Purpose"?

What does man love more than life, Fear more than death or mortal strife, what misers spend and dead men need, and covers up the rich man's greed, I surround the night stars, and fill up empty jars, heroes fear me, and beggars have me only, If you do not answer this riddle correctly, than your reward will be the answer. What am I? P.S. I made up this whole riddle except for the first 2 lines(What does man love more than life and fear more than death or mortal strife.) . It doesn't rhyme well but, hey it's my first try. P.S. I posted this on another forum, but made a few changes so you couldn't look it up :thumbsup:

Name: Alterio Race: Altmer (High Elf) Class: Researcher/Mage Social Status: Wealthy Archivist Proficiency: Ayleid Magic and Specialized Magic (Equivalent to Oblivion's Scripted Spells) Bio: Alterio aims to collect, catalog, and record all artifacts of powerful magical nature. He also is making quite a lot of progress in discovering Ayleid history and magic. He has expensive tastes, but is not pompous and isn't afraid of "roughing it" (Because his studies usually bring him all over the world). He is never seen without his staff Aba-Agea, which means forbidden lore in Ayleid. He also frequently wears an amulet named Sunna Magicka meaning blessed magic. Alterio has written several books, all of which surround Ayleid Magic (except his catalogs, which he keeps to himself). He is one of the few that knows the art of Welkynd and Varla creation. Alterio looked about the bar in undisguised distaste. It wasn't the bar itself, the tavern wasn't nearly as bad as others he'd been to. It was just that he been to at least six others just like this, and they all had horrible lice problems. He quickly resumed an impassive face, hoping he hadn't offended anyone. Alterio sat down at a nearby table and pulled out a small skin of wine he'd brought from Skingrad and looked about, hoping to see someone adventurous who might be able to help him on his next excursion. Many lounged about the room, but his immaculate white elven robes didn't allow him to fit in well here, so he wasn't about to approach anyone. After several moments of reflection on this he finally got up the courage to walk to the center of the room and say "Excuse me, may I have everyones attention?" *Several people glare at him angrily* "Errrm, well I was wondering if anyone here might assist me in a little adventure to.... Vivec. I pay well, so if you would like to take advantage of this lucrative opportunity, I will be in room 4 upstairs. Thank you" Alterio walked to his room and, after making a futile attempt to brush the lice from the bed, instead decided to just sit in the chair in the corner of the room. Alterio pulls out a reference text on Ayleids and begins to read.

Err... Sorry, there isn't much more I can do. But good luck anyways! :)

Oh, terribly sorry about the double post! :biggrin:

I would love to help! My main talents are quest writing and book writing. I also am able to seamlessly mesh new ideas into the game's lore so that they seem like they have always been there. I've always wondered what "The Colored Rooms" were like and now I can find out!