Riven’s Tale Ep.8 - The Sphinx of the Northern Sands

Описание: Riven’s Tale ~ Track 8. Through the Elder’s guidance, the young Tabaxi Ranger and his companion seek out the Sphinx that lives in the northwest parts. They must pass her test of three riddles to gain her aid and reveal the path ahead.

The Sphinx of the Northern Sands

Through northern dunes where the hot winds moan,
We climbed the ridges carved from bone.
A cave of whispers, sun-bleached and grand,
Lay hidden deep in that land.
The shadows shifted as we drew near,
The air grew ancient with distant fear.

We step inside, knowing truth must light the dark
Only courage guides the seeker’s mark.

O desert winds, guide our stride,
Through riddles wrapped in shifting tide.
With bow and blade and hearts alight,
We press ahead into the night.

From atop her stone throne, the sphinx spoke bold:
"I walk without footsteps, yet change all you hold.
I turn kings gentle, make mountains bend,
I never begin, and I never end.
Name me, travelers, before shadows fall."

Your riddle stirs the sands, yet we see the sign
What shapes all things unseen must be time.

O desert winds, guide our stride,
Through riddles wrapped in shifting tide.
With bow and blade and hearts alight,
We press ahead into the night.

The sphinx lowered her wings, her eyes alight:
"I burn without fire, break without blade,
Bring warriors low though no strike is made.
I choose no master, yet all kneel to me
Tell me my name and I’ll let you be free."

We face the weight that humbles every part
The force that binds and breaks is the heart.

O desert winds, guide our stride,
Through riddles wrapped in shifting tide.
With bow and blade and hearts alight,
We press ahead into the night.

The sphinx paced slowly, her tail carving sand:
"I lead every traveler but walk nowhere.
I whisper in choices, in dust, in air.
Forked or straight, I am never the same
Speak my truth, and you may leave this domain."

Your winding words reveal what all life hath
The guide that shapes our fates is the path.

O desert winds, guide our stride,
Through riddles wrapped in shifting tide.
With bow and blade and hearts alight,
We press ahead into the night.

The great beast bowed as the echoes stilled.
"You have passed the trials, your spirits filled.
But north lies a gate where demons seethe
A calamity rises, and the sands must grieve.
Only one soul stands where the shadows swarm,
A lone defender against the coming storm."

O desert winds, guide our stride,
Through riddles wrapped in shifting tide.
With bow and blade and hearts alight,
We press ahead into the night.

So onward we travel into the unknown,
Through scorching winds where no seeds are sown.
For one stands waiting where darkness grows
And we will answer before the last light goes.