1. I stand alone in a luxurious city, guarding a member's area accessible to non-members. I am the same as my kin, yet I am different. What is my weapon?
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2. Sticks and stones will break my stones, but words will always kill me. Who am I?
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3. Zaros I am, Zaros I'm not. I have a slave while you do not. I've crossed the lands far and wide, my knowlegde is bona fide. What is the final letter of my name?
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4. I drink the blood of the Earth,
and the trees fear my swing,
yet a man may hold me in his hands.
What am I?
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5. He who hired me does not care about me,
Thus we bond and defend each other,
And even as failures, we still stand tall.
What town would you find me in?
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6. Frozen in time, I'm a strong enemy. Bake some food and you'll set me free. Who am I?
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7. I'm the grandest tree of them all,
Though none on this world can chop me,
Master Craftsmen stand at my base,
Who's sole purpose is to mock thee.
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8. I'm expensive
Using me is not quite safe
For I can disorient you
Yet treasure seekers want me
What am I?
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9. Deceased fish swimming through a sea of blood,
With dairy driftwood floating above,
Never to escape to the buttery shores.
What am I?
ANSWERS BELOW
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2. Sticks and stones will break my stones, but words will always kill me. Who am I?
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3. Zaros I am, Zaros I'm not. I have a slave while you do not. I've crossed the lands far and wide, my knowlegde is bona fide. What is the final letter of my name?
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4. I drink the blood of the Earth,
and the trees fear my swing,
yet a man may hold me in his hands.
What am I?
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5. He who hired me does not care about me,
Thus we bond and defend each other,
And even as failures, we still stand tall.
What town would you find me in?
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6. Frozen in time, I'm a strong enemy. Bake some food and you'll set me free. Who am I?
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7. I'm the grandest tree of them all,
Though none on this world can chop me,
Master Craftsmen stand at my base,
Who's sole purpose is to mock thee.
_
8. I'm expensive
Using me is not quite safe
For I can disorient you
Yet treasure seekers want me
What am I?
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9. Deceased fish swimming through a sea of blood,
With dairy driftwood floating above,
Never to escape to the buttery shores.
What am I?
ANSWERS BELOW