The Ice Keep

I don't know if any of you know, but I've begun mastering a game of Dungeons and Dragons for a small group. Anyhow, I'm big on puzzles, brain benders, and ways to tweak and tease those poor creatures who dare to show up on a bi-weekly basis *grins* My brother has requested that I post the riddle I composed for one of the adventures, and I think it'll be a good way to keep this blog alive... adding in the fantastic to my *coughs* quite mundane and average, every-day musings. *wonders how many of you have read the last post, since he only published it a couple minutes ago* Anyhow! Here's the riddle. I can't explain, or tell you the answer to it because I don't want the players to know the answer, so if you want to know, either show up for the game, or email me. Take care all. GB

Ye who with sturdy backbone doth t'spire,
And seek the kindling of fair Toril's fire,
Away! Swift climb the broken fangéd rook,
And chance grant what the ghostly filcher took.

Start at the nest of rocks and make ascent,
Hug shadows where the sun and moon are spent,
Then fall into the blue to reach it's top,
To find the water's edge where snowflakes stop.

Only this small warning give I thee,
Beware the eye that seeks again to see,
It's sphere turned red by tears born forth from hate,
Resist it's luring gaze or share it's fate.