This page contains a list of all known Adventuring riddle answers for Silvie's Mine. Use the search in page function (often "CTRL + F" or "CMD + F") to find your answer.
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A city unfazed by the night, |
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| A companion in uncertainty and friend in darkest night, I'm small enough to hold in hand yet strong enough to bite. What am I? | |
| A dwarf without sense of adventure shouldn't be out in the mines. Not unless he can whistle a cheerful tune. | |
| A friend you always keep nearby, I'll sing to you a lullaby; Of Zephyr, freedom, open sky - Wait! A strange thing is nigh. Silence... Something's gone awry. Who am I? | |
| A glittering grave, and lifeblood cured. What am I? | |
| A golem draws strength from the place they were born. I am what awaits them, should they venture too far. | |
| A heart hardened like steel, a cold heart indeed. Their stony face, seemingly emotionless soul. How can they still be swayed by a mere smile? | |
| Alchemists dreamed of me for centuries. What am I? | |
| Although I embarked on my journey as a humble drizzle, one would be sorely mistaken to describe me as little. My tide has penetrated the earth; to immense caverns, I've given birth. As I surge downwards and through sediment, great stones part to make way for my movement. What am I? | |
| Although I tweet-tweet-tweet a song so sweet, it's my silence that will save you. What am I? | |
| Among rocks and stones I can be found, but to dust I can grind them down. Without me this town would surely run aground. What am I? | |
| A most tenacious carver am I, years pass as I cut through limestone. Drip by drip until I create stalactites and stalagmites fully grown. What am I? | |
| A mountain is not a being, yet it has a core. Living or not, a pulse beneath the stone. | |
| And down we go, deeper and deeper. The chances of our return ever steeper, for the mine is ever winding... | |
| A riddle! As you crumble, as you fall. Answer me and hear my call. Your knees may bend, but your bones won't break. Though your body shudders, you will not shake. I know it may be dark and hopeless, uninspired. But hold onto me, and you'll never tire. What am I? | |
| A riddle for you. A figure lacking emotion, and heavy as iron. Steely body and clicking joints. Its mind as sharp as a blade expertly forged. But no soul to speak of. Automaton creation, with strength and quick smarts. What does it lack? | |
A riddle for you: |
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A riddle for you! |
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| A riddle for you! I am the most important thing for a miner. I am the future roads, the past crystals, I am the reason everything can happen. What am I? | |
| A riddle for you! I was made by man's hand, only to replace them. What am I? | |
| A riddle for you. Leaves, water, blood and gold, they all have one thing in common. What is it? | |
A riddle for you! |
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| A riddle for you, my dear. Quiet, thoughtful, breathing slow; I open when there is a glow, and curl myself back in again when harmed, or night creeps in. | |
A riddle! |
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| As it runs on and on, the click and clatter of the wheels turn. I march on, and stop for no one. Industry may rise and fall, but I remain constant. | |
| A snippet of the cosmos above, concentrated here, from the ceiling hangs my glowing tears. What am I? | |
| A stalagtite hangs down from a ceiling, whilst a stalagmite raises up from the floor. One day they shall meet in the middle and form a pillar on this cavern floor. What travels from one to the other, making a quiet rhythmic sound? | |
As the sound of weapons being forged rang, |
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| A thousand tiny golden gems, sewn into the cloth and hem; the perfect cloak to wear in the dark, alight with many blazing sparks. What am I? | |
| A whisper trails through the rocks, it's filled with unforgettable tales. They eat and burn you up inside. As time embraces your thoughts, the tales lose their hunger and the burning turns to hope. Like a breath of fresh air the trait gives you a new way to understand these tales. What is this trait? | |
| Born in fire, death in ash, I'll always return in fire after life's crash | |
Born under a Cardinal sun, |
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| Brilliant as newly grown leaves, reflecting light with a strong viridescent glare, what gemstone am I? | |
| Bronze cogs endlessly clinking and turning, the tick-tock of the clock relentlessly churning. | |
| Caged within glass and iron; the light from my heart, guides you through the darkest cavern. What am I? | |
Clink, clink, clink! The sound of my pickaxe goes! |
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| Cogs and gears turn this force into reality, a network of ticking beneath our very feet! Can you hear that? Can you feel that? What could it be? | |
| Crunch, munch-- sometimes sour, sometimes sweet. Into a pie, a strudel, a tart, or a treat... what am I? | |
| Crystalline, beautiful, temptation. An expensive antique lamp passed down to you, fossilized memories of your past. Though enthralling, these all have one common trait. What is it? | |
| Dark as the sea, the light shines darkly in it's depths, what gemstone am I? | |
| Deep beneath the mountain's base, the mine can be a magical place. Crystals glow, and golems grow, and learn with a smile upon their face. | |
| Deep beneath the surface I ebb and flow. It is with my help that Sylvie's crystals grow. | |
Deeper and deeper I dig, |
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| Deep inside a bellow sounds, where thread is your only savior. Where are you? | |
| Deep inside the earth where the caverns twist and turn. No gentle sun to guide your steps, no steady lantern's burn. Close your eyes and listen for the song I'll sing for you. And back outside I'll lead you, this I tell you true. What am I? | |
| Deep in the caverns and deep underground, a creature therein makes not a single sound. | |
Deep under the earth, I swim through the cracks |
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| Digging deeper, delving farther, I am the gleam you seek in the darkness, the flakes of sun in your river, the richest reward of earth. | |
| Eager spelunkers delve deep down twisting mazes, seeking out answers instead of fame or high praises. They hunt for secret places in the name of their pleasure, their exploration of the unknown touted as its own sacred treasure. | |
| Endless into black. Far enough, and I'll turn thin. What am I? | |
| Energy can be won from a dark stone. What needs to keep going for there to be more? | |
| Enough to let you soar among the clouds, enough to twist your stomach into a hundred tight knots. Great sorrows, great joys. What am I? | |
| Entering a shop, an item catches your eye, it doesn't take more than one look for you to let out a sigh. With a price that steep, there's no way you could buy, unless you have a lot of...? | |
| Even in a cave that has no light, and you find yourself in a fright, listen close and listen true, I may be able to guide you through. | |
| Ferocious, raging, and ever churning within- but at my core lies a spot of safety herein. | |
Find me moving in place |
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| Flames flicker in lanterns bright, warmth keeping hearts alight. The deepest dark is no match for when the brave miner's waxed wicks catch! | |
| Flight without feather, sight with sound, all topsy turvy, even in sleep. Who am I? | |
| Floral jewelry hangs from pointed ears, delicate filigree much heavier than it appears. Pretty baubles carved from precious stones and metals, we love our gems to be arranged in lovely leaves and petals. Who are we? | |
| Fluttering around on busy wings to please a queen and the life she brings. What am I? | |
| Four ways to go, over mountains or through snow. I'll always see you through to tomorrow. What am I? | |
| Gallant flowing green behind masks unseen. Jeweled gowns gleam under gently moonbeams. What am I? | |
| Glare in the lair, clay in the day, glistening tirelessly deeper beneath the bay. What am I? | |
| Gliding, riding, hiding, sliding, laughter echoes through every hall. Even if someone should stumble between us there will be no wall. | |
| Golden tasty treasure that is hid, with no doors, windows or lids, what am I? | |
Gold hides within me, the lost know my worth |
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| Handing a lantern to you. Opening your hands to receive and turn on. Nevermind the dark anymore. Onyx turned golden with a gleam of hope. Unfolding before your eyes a secret. Read the first letter of each sentence. | |
| Hark! Who goes there? For I am a knight, a distinguished one! In fact, I am the leggiest bun! My cotton-fur is but a ruse, for my sword is sharp like a thorned rose! Who am I? | |
| Have you heard this many times? This rock glitters quite a lot. But if you had me, despite the rhymes, you would know what it is not. | |
| Hee hee! You can find me all over the ground, but here in Sylvie's Mine I'm quite the uncommon sight. Do you know who I am? | |
He held the lantern, the cave filling with light. |
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| Hello there fellow. I am looking for a special crystal called Citrine. Can you help me find out which colour it is? | |
| Here's a riddle! I'm as magical as sorcery, as glamorous as grace; yet wielding me takes more than a pretty face! What am I? | |
| Here's a riddle for you: I grow richer when my hoard of treasures grows smaller. What am I? | |
| Here's a riddle for you: I'm cold to the touch, yet relied on for warmth. What am I? | |
| Here's a riddle for you: My crops don't grow from water or seed, yet the results of my harvests are welcome indeed. What am I? | |
Here's a riddle: |
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| Hey adventurer, your fire's is getting low! Oh, but don't worry. These caves have a home-grown light of their own! Do you know what you're looking for? | |
| Hidden in a box with no lid, hinges or locks. If given the chance I could grow to join the flocks. But for now I swim in a sea of white. What color am I? | |
| Hmm, would you like to answer a riddle for me? A vault for all of your deepest feelings locked in an ivory cage. What am I? | |
| Ho there traveler! Care to hear my riddle? There once was a miner who worked to the bone, They mined through the day till they went home, Until one night an odd stone caught their sight, A curious green rock where spots laid a plenty, Reminding them of scratches made by many, Their blood and worth left a mark upon the earth, For all the work that they have done, Created a stone the earth had spun. What am I? | |
| Hoist your pick, and off you go far from wind, from rain from snow. In caves you toil away, digging stone to make your way. A bit of luck and you just might catch a glint of me in your lantern light. My luster is coveted by old and young, and my value is universally sung. | |
I am a framed window of clarity, a frail artwork of glass. |
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| I am as numerous as the stars and countless as the grains of sand. What am I? | |
| I am a symbol of birth, a gem of worth, and exhibit asterism, what am I? | |
| I am a wave in an ocean of air. I follow behind you and stretch in front of you, to then reach you again and again. | |
| I am deep and enchanting, bright and expanding-- all around you, but you cannot touch me. What am I? | |
| I am named after your grandmother and am tart to eat. What am I? | |
| I am not silver and I am not gold, but down in the deep I still glow. What am I? | |
| I am not visible while deep down in the mines, however I am impossible to miss above the barren ground. What am I? | |
| I am old as the sky and moon. I live in forests and fairy tales, many people have hunted and captured me but I'm still in their hearts, who am I? | |
| I am the explorer's trusty companion, flaring to life with only a spark. I illuminate hidden treasures, I light the path and swallow the dark. What am i? | |
| I am the life that stirs within smoky glass. I am your guide in the cavern, the safe way to pass. | |
| I am the offspring of the inventive, created to serve as your guide. Dark, winding caverns keep you attentive, so best explore with me at your side. What am I? | |
| I am two measures of quarter-notes, a third of the hours of the day, or half of two spiders' legs. | |
| I am unrivaled in speed, always there to reach you first, what color could I be? | |
| I am your stars that shine within the blackest night, blue hues of beaded jewelry may fall and give you a fright. | |
| I beat hard in the chest of the base beast, emotions yearning to be unleashed! What am I? | |
| I can be of every color, yet I am not a rainbow. I shine in the dark yet I am not a light. I am clear yet I am not the air. What am I? | |
| I can be of heart, fin, and flower alike but I've made a fool of many. What am I? | |
| I can bring good, I can bring evil. If you aren't wary, I'll bring upheaval. What am I? | |
| I cling to the walls of caves, but only where there's light. I cannot live in the absence of sunlight. Some may use me as a guide when I am living on a tree. But here, in the cave I am a bit of an oddity. What am I? | |
| I fight for you, I fight for them, I watch over the rocks and dusty winds. I bounce away, I hop back in, to save the day for a happy end. Who am I? | |
| If someone is sweet but their manners are tough, then one would describe me as in the rough. | |
If you ever get lost while on an adventure, |
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| I give life to what's around you, the mountains that surround you. I crave the air, but my colour dulls upon its touch. What am I? | |
| I grow up with many ears, but never hear, no matter how well I am brought up. | |
| I have a million blades, yet none of them are sharp. What am I? | |
| I have a riddle for you! Deep in the caves darkness awaits to blind your path and lead you astray, but not to fret as I am here to light your path and to erase your fears. What am I? | |
| I have a riddle! Rarely of me will you see in Silvie's mine. Rocks and stone, jewels and lamps, but none of me. What am I? | |
| I have head and tail, but neither legs or arms. Few living beings can withstand my charms. | |
| I'm a beauty hidden in the rough! My sparkle sets me apart through and I'm tougher than nails. I guess you could say I have a multi-faceted personality! What am I? | |
| I make steam power possible; just add water. What am I? | |
| I make you feel gleeful yet I make you feeble. What am I? | |
| I'm a little furry one, sleeping in the caves! My wings are quite thin and my ears are quite big- all the better to locate you with! What am I? | |
| I'm as reliable as Nigel when it comes to my friends. What am I? | |
| I may seem plain, but look within - an unseen universe gleams. Am I red, gold, blue, oh my! A capsule of questions, who am I? | |
| I met a golem with the most striking features; they had eyes of sapphire, a heart of gold, hands of moss and the lips of a... | |
I'm neither man nor monster. |
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In a cave, in the dark, |
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| In a cave with gems so bright I can thrive without the light. What am I? | |
| In carving stone and creating pillars, I am an architect at heart, and though my artwork grows ever slowly, it is solid where I am not. What am I? | |
| In caverns, things are strange and earth's in my stead, 'Cause when you look up, it's rocks above your head! And if you plan to stay long, you might miss me and sigh, so before you enter -- Please! -- say goodbye! What am I? | |
| I need air so I can thrive, yet I am not alive. I bring warmth and light, but don't let me grow too bright! What am I? | |
| In iron confined and crystal sheet, dancing and cracking inside of the keep, brilliant enough to warm you skin-deep. What am I? | |
| Inside of the haunting, eerie, darkness, shines the crystals further down your path. As the faint uncertainty lingers after each step, continuing delving deeper into the unknown, does a spark of conviction spark inside you. What is it that brings you to move forward? | |
| In the caves, torches tend to run low. When this happens, what are you out of? | |
| In the crust of the earth lies immeasurable worth, sought out by all as they answer my call. But what am I more, than a small vein of ore? | |
| In the depths of the mine, shimmering hope lies buried deep. To reach your goals, you must have a strong heart and a stronger will- but what is it that will get you there? | |
| In the depths of the mines, I am a rare sight. I am not well suited to stone, I must say. And I don't fare well beyond reach of light. So I will remain above ground for today. | |
| In the gloom where above light cease, here I seek, how you bloom in the deep. As the twinkling hue shines in the black night, you sparkle as a star in the mine. | |
| Into the mines, deep down you go. Far underground, I cannot follow. | |
| In water and caves you find me. In deserts and jungles you search for me. What am I? | |
| In writing and drawing I am your friend, in the atmosphere I will bring ruins, yet deep underground I am valued and desired, what am I? | |
| I rumble and roar, I move and shake. But I am not an animal awake. Though depending on what I do, I can can be powered by animals too. What am I? | |
| I served many purposes in many forms. I've fed the wildlife, housed all sorts of creatures, and powered homes. What am I? | |
| I soar through mountains, I twist through the air. I whistle in your ear and flow in your hair. I rustle the treetops, I carry the birds. What am I that cannot be seen, but can be heard? | |
| I step in once the lake is no more. What am I? | |
| I stoke the flames of the furnace and stir the air in the mountains- you won't feel me down in the mine though, what am I? | |
| I take, I carry, and then I rebuild. What am I? | |
| I take, I give, yet I possess not a thing. | |
| It behooves him to defeat his enemies while keeping himself unscathed. He found his own natural remedies to turn the clock and be saved. Which is he? | |
| I trap time in a sweet capsule and my sticky hold can form a very strong mold. What am I? | |
| I've created industry with the rush of steam and scorch of coals! New gears start turning and pistons pump! I've brought change and growth at a breakneck pace - what am I? | |
| I wave to you all, but no one greets me back. What am I? | |
I whirr and I roll, |
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| I work, work, work as the time files by. I work, work, work till my arms are tired. I work, work, work till I look up at the sky. What is in the sky once the work day is over? | |
| Laughter is diamonds and song bequeaths opal. A whisper spills pearls, when I'm not feeling vocal. Whenever I speak, gems flow from my lips, be it shouting or crying or quick, witty quips. | |
Like an ore, a bright gem, a sparkling geode. |
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| Like a sentinel in the mines down below, when I stop singing, it is time to go. | |
| Like the ice and like the snow, I shine when touched by light's flow, though unlike ice and unlike snow, I'm crystal clear and live below. | |
| Liquid love greases the cogs of the automaton: a hand-made friend you can depend upon. A heart made of pumps beats in his chest, but it's the warm glow in its eyes to which life attests. | |
| Many accept the square fool that cannot grow in my branching pattern, nor be spent as I can. | |
Many winding turns await, a test of luck, a test of fate. |
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| My destiny is to work with my family, no matter how small the job. Take one of us away, and our operation shall fail to see the light of day. What am I? | |
| My ears are my eyes and my arms are my flight. What am I? | |
| My hands are always moving. They follow the path of the sun. People look to me for direction. I always point to the right one. What am I? | |
My purity feeds the immobile. |
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| Necessary in hopeless times, lost at the sight of crimes, and brought back with the sound of chimes. What am I? | |
Needling quartz, and balms of crystal |
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| Nigel claims that he feels no fear, none from his toes to the tips of his ears. | |
| Oh brave adventurer, a riddle for you. Dark and deep, narrow or steep, through tunnels you creep, be them dangerous or meek, what is it you seek? | |
Oh, hey there! Visindy told me to say hi, |
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| On a mountaintop, a bluebird sings a soft tune. On a mountaintop, a goat dances to the beat. On a mountaintop, a worm wiggles underneath.On a mountaintop, a human climbs with... | |
| Out of the ground I sprout, long spires and sharp points. What am I? | |
| Over the mountains I appear. With me your direction is clear. What am I? | |
| Pascal and Thomas are living proof that opposites can bring out the best in each other. When you can help each other grow, this will surely flourish... | |
| People adore us, gems adorn us. What are we? | |
Pit so deep and black as coal. |
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| Precious, the mark of spring birth amongst flowers. Brilliance lies in balanced hues, embedded in transparency. | |
| Residing in the rocky caves, surrounded by the dark; if ever I tried to leave in day, my terror would be stark. | |
| Rich as silk and smooth like marble, the ripples of space and time call out to me. What am I? | |
| Rocks and mysteries beckon you below, through treacherous slopes and dangerous ropes. What will you need to bring along the way? | |
| Rolling and turning, round and round, I'm spinning like a top! Whirling and twisting and twirling I go, Who knows where I stop? | |
Round and round, |
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| Round and round my hands go, what will I tell you? | |
| Round and round we go, through the tunnel that seems to have no end, though it rises and falls through the hills of the chasms. Right turn or left, we never find the entrance, and the exit eludes us. Which path is it? | |
| Rubies are red, and sapphires are blue, white diamonds can come in a rainbow of hues. But which color does the fourth friend ring true? | |
| Sand, sand, sand! I'm plentiful just like sand! But try to keep me with you by standing still, I'll steadily slip away. What am I? | |
| Scattered across this mine are fragments of my existence, though the hue is dark and blue, I am pure and true. What am I? | |
| Sensed through actions, sensed through words. I can be poured out, and I can be kept in. Yet none can have me, unless they have it themselves. | |
| Shaped by time, then careful hands, we're formed to adorn. We swirl, enchant, and shine, each of us different by design. What are we? | |
| Silvie's Mine's loyal defender, he won't ever surrender. Just give him a call, he's ready to brawl. He is Nigel, decked in armour, and his best trait is his.... | |
| Some people will tell you they don't need anything but the warmth of the mountain. But I will always prefer the peak's chilling breeze. Do you know what I mean? | |
| Some say I'm born at first sight, but sometimes I'm not easy to handle, it requires hard work and mutual cooperation for me to grow, who am I? | |
| Some say I'm empty, some say I'm full of wonders, but only the bravest ones dare to explore me, who am I? | |
Strike it hard, strike it fast. |
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Sturdy, strong and bold |
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| Surrounded by stalactites, no way to get out. Can you use me for protection? Surely, without doubt. | |
The Armadillo sat, deep in thought, |
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The clinking and hammering of an iron pickaxe. |
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| The crystal found and set aside, the carving waiting out time's tide. I'm in the making hands that hide, and the searching eyes that spied. | |
The crystals were as precious as a treasure |
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| The eyes curious of what is and what could be has a glimmer even miners rarely see. | |
| The gears turn endlessly, with no signs of stopping. Their harmony was more than enthralling. Their glinting exterior brimming like the sun. Their collective efforts were worth more than just one's. They go and go, and for that I am gracious. Their constant spinning is rather... | |
| The higher I climb, the hotter I engage, I can not escape my crystal cage. What am I? | |
| The melodic clinking of our pickaxes forms song! As miner, we have become more than friends. Sing on brothers, and give this ruby all we've got! What has caused this raucous uproar? | |
| The moon shines silver and the night shades obsidian, water makes sapphire and I strike a steep vermillion. What am I? | |
| The most talented lapidaries know to hold me close while they polish and polish something grandiose. The wisest of them will know that coveted shine takes time, it can take hours and hours to buff that gem to its prime. What am I? | |
| There once was a miner who worked to the bone, they mined through the day til they went home, until one night an odd stone caught their sight. A curious green rock where spots laid aplenty, reminding them of scratches made by many, their blood and worth left a mark upon the earth, for all the work that they have done, created a stone the earth had spun. | |
There’s a nook beneath the cave, |
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| The tunnels are a labyrinth, navigating them without a guide leaves you feeling... | |
| The turning of gears, the linking of chains, I'm victory's spark flowing through puzzled veins. | |
| They exist only for a moment, like sand through one's fingers -- but are never forgotten; in our minds do they linger. | |
They pointed out the little details of the mountain, |
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| Though glimmering and bright, I am much too hot for mining. No matter how much you try, you cannot break me! I am almost always within your sight, but never close enough to grasp. What am I? | |
| Though I am highly sought after, my relative will make you a fool. I am worn by the ages and brandish many sparkling jewels. | |
| Though you may be in need of light, beneath the earth I am out of sight. What am I? | |
Though without body, shape, or mind. I have power unlike any other. If those who covet it, wait. |
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| Through effort, I prosper. Without me, nothing will change. I am necessary, yet sometimes a curse- what am I? | |
| Through the chaos, there will be those who try and take advantage. Our home has felt such pain before. But just as our stone holds fast, so must you. I know you can. | |
| To compare eyes to gemstones, a light must come from within. Entrancing us, pulling us in. | |
| Today turns to tomorrow, and yesterday lets us go. I march on ever forward, unyielding in my flow. What am I? | |
| To fortune tellers I forecast the future; to geologists I describe the past. What am I? | |
| Treasured I am, said to be the sight of felines, of glass-like clusters, but harder than glass. What am I? | |
| Turn me once, and I shall spill. Turn me again and I will refill. What am I? | |
| Turn off the lights, and I shall be seen, but when there is daylight, one shines with the brightest gleam. | |
Turn the gears to grasp my path. Running slow will take me back. |
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| Underneath the right light I may shine like a crystal, but like any I am able to become fractured with enough force. What am I? | |
| Unmoving and unfeeling, reliving but concealing. My edges are sharp like any remark. Lonely, adrift, not that I'll admit. Who am I? | |
| Walking down the darkest of caves, searching for the gold that will light up your days. Making sure no one else can see, that shining glint among the debris. Picking up a jewel so fine, that surely it should all be mine. But is it the right thing to do, or should it be shared, should I be true? | |
| We want to quickly dig spacious tunnels so we can't use shovels. Looks like we have to bring out the drills. | |
What brought me to these caverns bright |
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| What gets carved, when two miners cross paths? | |
| What illuminates the darkest caves, hardships untold braves, and great adventure always craves? | |
| What is bound like a treasure chest at the bottom of a mysterious cave, and can guide a traveler through the dark by bearing the four cardinal directions? | |
| What shines not so bright, but at night seems just about right? | |
| What takes thousands of years yet is gone within minutes? | |
What you gather in the mine, |
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| When I fall with glowing scar, wish on me with all your heart. | |
| When you come upon me, you may be faced with a difficult decision. What am I? | |
| When you look up at the stalactites, the crystals above twinkle like cosmic lights. What are they like? | |
| When you slow down, I speed up, and when you speed up, I slow down. What am I? | |
| While not nature, I am natural, the enemy of your tools robust. I am perhaps the most worthless of crystal, so protect what you love against my dust. What am I? | |
| Winding down and down through the deep mines, around each corner and tunnel, on the walls, ceiling and ground. Watch out! | |
| Windows glow with gentle warmth from within, Silvie's Mine quieting as supper time begins. Those fine folk take great pride in their honest labours, but when evening comes they settle in to take meals with friends and neighbors. | |
| Within a rock I reside, crack me open to see what's inside. Though my name sounds like a fruit, do not take a bite, lest you dare lose a tooth, and faint from fright. What am I? | |
| Within the luminous balls, I signify the coldest of them all. | |
| Within the mountain is a heart once cold. What do you need to find the secrets down below? | |
| With little feet I walk, but with a loud voice I talk. Hidden in plain sight, I grow quiet at night, what am I? | |
| With me you'll climb the highest height. Or slumber sweetly through the nights. I am a buffer from life's cold: A smiling face, a hand to hold. | |
| Would you like to answer my riddle? An endless well, filled constantly, which you may stare into when you wish to quench your thirst. | |
| You can write them in a poem, mine them a gem, or show them a dance, but if you want to offer them a kiss, you'll need me to have any chance. | |
| You may hear my whispering in the dark, I cannot be seen but occasionally felt. | |
| You may think these towering crags are relics from ages past, but nothing withstands my long barrage--even these mountain peaks won't last. What am I? | |
| You promised to help, you've given your word, go through with your promise or lose me entirely. What am I? | |
| Your feet may grow weary. Your heart may grow bored. What path goes on forever? What song is too long for the bard? | |
Your heart, I can tell. |
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| You seem so close yet, I can't reach for you. You are ever changing, yet I know you will always be watching over me. | |
| You won't find much sympathy here, but I am still a mother to all. My children are ever-growing, and sowing the seeds of the future. What am I? |