Poetry needed

[exanimis]

I am putting together a mod that will hide my ten funeral urns throughout Tamriel.

 

Exanimis Funeral Urns

 

The mod will have two separate purposes. Each of the Urns will contain a new item for the player to collect such as swords and other weapons. This will add no less than ten new items to your game.

 

The second part is that the Urns themselves will be collectible. Each Urn will have a value of 1,000 septims but will also be usable containers. If you choose not to sell the Urns, you can carry them to your home and use them as containers. They are set Not to re spawn so your items should be safe.

 

To open an urn and remove the contents, you simple activate it as you would any other container.

To pick up the urns and add them to your inventory, you will have to be in sneak mode.

 

Each of the Urns will contain a note that will give the player clues to where the next urn is and here is where I need the poetry.

 

Post your poem here without the answer and see it the members of the forum can discover the cave or ruin you are trying to describe.

 

You can also post your clue in the form of a riddle. If people can figure out the riddle or poem, take note of them and send me a PM explaining the answer and the number of people who figured it out.

 

Everyone who contributes to the riddles and poems will get credit in the readme.

 

This mod will soon be ready for release and It will be so much better if the members of this community help out with where the urns will be hidden. Without the answers being posted on this thread, it should be a challenge to find all ten, even for those who helped hide them.

 

Thanks everyone and have fun with this

 

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[Cassial]

Tired of earning bread,

Or life too bleak?

The ashes of the dead,

you should seek.

Throughout the land,

Great heroes lie;

Not as grand,

or as spry.

 

Burnt to ash,

and stuffed in jars,

They guard their cache,

From the stars.

 

Armed with wit,

You must find

Ten urns split

If inclined.

 

There the dead lay

Their tools left behind

Awaiting the day

They see your kind

 

Each one hidden

Behind a clue

If you're bidden

They belong to you.

 

The first one

Is held by an eccentric

It wont be much fun:

He's egocentric

 

Don't blame me if it's not good. It's midnight and I made it up in ten minutes. It's the intro to wherever you find the first clue, and the last bit leads to the first jar.

 

I also had no clue where to place the first jar and keep the rhyme going, so I made an NPC own the jar. But, of course, who caries around an Urn with them 24/7? It's probably in their house.

[exanimis]

Very nicely done introduction to the urns. The first five verses explain the urn quest perfectly. Reading your clue made me think of Umbricano ( the guy in the Aylied statue quest) but I don't think that is who you are describing. I'll have to give this some thought.

[exanimis]

Just an example

 

What I'm looking for is something like a mention of shadowbanish wine. The woman at Weye collects the wine so that would be where to start looking. The Urn could be hidden in the nearest ruin

[Cassial]

The clue I gave was rather unclear and such. I just threw it in there to show that the intro would end with a small clue on the last verse. I was just thinking of fairly iconic Oblivion characters, and two showed up. I didn't pick the adoring fan, though.

[exanimis]

I really need some clues here. I will use the poem by Cassial posted above but I still need clues leading to the urns.

[Germandeathkittiez]

Water by water,

beneath ground.

Docks and sailors

don’t resound.

The land speaks come to me,

like a myriad of unexplored mystery.

But heed the calls of misery,

of the wise, beaten, learned lightless trees,

that it takes one of mastery.

But this place is obvious;

with no lock, though hard to see.

Even possible for the tenuous

who are yet wary.

[exanimis]

Water by water,

beneath ground.

Docks and sailors

don’t resound.

The land speaks come to me,

like a myriad of unexplored mystery.

But heed the calls of misery,

of the wise, beaten, learned lightless trees,

that it takes one of mastery.

But this place is obvious;

with no lock, though hard to see.

Even possible for the tenuous

who are yet wary.

 

 

Water by water,

beneath ground.

Docks and sailors

don’t resound.

 

Easy enough, this is a place underground with water. Somewhere like the sewers .

 

The land speaks come to me,

like a myriad of unexplored mystery.

But heed the calls of misery,

of the wise, beaten, learned lightless trees,

that it takes one of mastery.

 

A mysterious, unexplored place? Lightless trees I would think are dead trees.

 

But this place is obvious;

with no lock, though hard to see.

Even possible for the tenuous

who are yet wary.

 

With this last part, the only place I can think of that matches in Underpall cave.

[exanimis]

In the shadows I move with ease,

yet in the sun I cannot be.

 

I feed in alleys and churchyards at night,

on those whose lives are lived in light.

 

From the Imperial city to Anvil I roam the land,

my dark gift in the home of an afflicted man.

[TheCalliton]

alas, lonely is the life of a wanderer

with no hope for love

or love of hope

but one thing is clear

that with has no fear

though you have to clan

there is no plan

the path is clear...

 

 

 

that would be a hint towards kvatch or some oblivion gate