.o0 Riddle Me This 0o.
A/N
Hi all whovians! These are some old, old riddles of mine I wrote years back, and I'm still a little proud of them, so I'm sharing here!
There are hints in the next chapter, while chapter 3 has the answers for those who give up. Try not giving up instantly if you don't get it! Some of these will definitely test your trivia knowledge, as there are some very oblique references to classic episodes. ^_^
Hope you enjoy!
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(1)
My First was Older
My Second not Hesitant
My Third White-headed
My Fourth Renowned.
My Fifth was Obliging
My Sixth Temperamental
My Seventh Cunning
My Eighth Oblivious
My Ninth was Destroyed.
Who am I?
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(2)
A man of Tara
Designs upon the throne
Androids and doubles
And peasants to work
Foiled by the Doctor
But I survived to tell the tale.
Who am I?
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(3)
My first opens and closes, yet is less or,
My second is all that is common
To cat and sorcerer
My third is a meal known as dinner
My fourth is torn, cut both sides a bit slimmer
So string me together, and answer me this
Who had thirteen and two and will ten miss?
(With apologies to JK Rowling for stealing her awesome riddle structure)
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(4)
A blonde was a brunette
Was haughty, was a princess
Was distant yet close
Wished an ending, yet it came too soon.
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(5)
I was galling — ling-less
Her father said I was the most important word
In the English language
But my language is different
And far, far older
And I am the ray given by a sun
But spell me differently.
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(6)
EXpect me to come, I play a long game. To kill and main those lesser than I would be my heart's delight — if ever I had one.
Expect to die; you cannot survive. Race members of mine, we will destroy them that are less: we are without fear.
My voice does not tremble with the emotions known to all lesser species, we are without fear.
Inside still, though, do I know a quailing? Not from cold, nor even my hatred — is this fear?
A coldness that burns like no hatred I've known.
This one I face — we shall die, we shall die. Ever, though, I'll die with my so-feared cry on the air.
this cry is my riddle. this cry is in my riddle. who am I?
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(7)
Beware me again or die as well as others who lived to fight.