----- Original Message ----- From: "Joshua Kronengold" <mneme at io.com> To: <dragaera at dragaera.info> Sent: Thursday, April 07, 2005 1:45 PM Subject: RE: A Riddle > Martin Wohlert writes: > >> > >>This was posted to my journal, but most people here don't read it, > >>so... > >> > >>(yes, it's much easier here than it was, context-free, on my journal) > >> > >> > >>I killed myself to make myself, and avenged myself shortly after. > >>He whow wields me, built me, but he is far younger than I. > >>I serve are those whom I was made to kill, > >>and have always done so since my birth. > >>What am I? > >> > > > >The usual _Issola_ spoiler space? > >1 > >2 > >3 > >4 > >5 > >6 > >7 > >8 > >9 > >10 > >11 > >12 > >13 > >14 > >15 > >16 > >17 > > > >Lady Teldra/Godslayer > > Bingo. > > Hope people enjoyed it. > > -- > Joshua Kronengold (mneme@(io.com, labcats.org)) |\ _,,,--,,_ ,) > --^-- "Get your mind right and you can make a stick /,`.-'`' -, ;-;;' > /\\ your wand and the sky your hat and a puddle |,4- ) )-,_ ) /\ > /-\\\ your magic..." -- Granny Weatherwax '---''(_/--' (_/-' > Almost sounds like Tolkien. It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. yesssssss my preciousssssss. . . . . Jeff