Riddles

[Starwhip]

Earthquakes? (Or possibly radio transmissions)

[Space_Kraken]

Rocks/the earth itself

Edited January 22, 2015 by Space_Kraken

[Bill Phil]

Vacuum?

Ja oder nein?

Yes or no?

No or yes?

[JebNeedsHelp]

Water (which takes the form of what surrounds it)?

[vexx32]

Earthquakes? (Or possibly radio transmissions)

Nope, though 'quakes have something to do with it in an oblique manner.

Rocks/the earth itself

Nope.

Vacuum?

Ja oder nein?

Yes or no?

No or yes?

Ain't no vacuums deep within the Earth as far as I know!

Water (which takes the form of what surrounds it)?

Nope.

I crawl about from deeps of Mother Earth

To the sparser reaches of highest holt.

A savage taint marks where I make berth,

My deft fingers bring all to tumult.

I am that which exists without form or mind,

An empty shade in the lifeless flesh of reality.

My skin is scarred only in the eyes of the blind;

My worries are dust to my neighbours' travesty.

My ceaseless wandering follows ancient ways,

And I wander endlessly from one to the next,

Inscribing them anew in the span of days,

Lest they be forgotten, or I become vexed.

Who am I?

[KerBlam]

Is it time?

[vexx32]

It fits fairly well, but nope.

Arguably enough, time isn't so much something that exists within reality, but rather something that makes up reality itself.

[Yukon0009]

Matter? tenchars

[vexx32]

Sorry, nope.

[Starwhip]

Is it just destruction? That definitely has no form.

[vexx32]

Indeed, but it could easily be said to have a mind -- something with so defined a purpose or simply such a definite outcome can be perceived to have an intent of sorts.

Nope!

[Starwhip]

Oh.

It's convection, isn't it.

[vexx32]

I crawl about from deeps of Mother Earth

To the sparser reaches of highest holt.

A savage taint marks where I make berth,

My deft fingers bring all to tumult.

I am that which exists without form or mind,

An empty shade in the lifeless flesh of reality.

My skin is scarred only in the eyes of the blind;

My worries are dust to my neighbours' travesty.

My ceaseless wandering follows ancient ways,

And I wander endlessly from one to the next,

Inscribing them anew in the span of days,

Lest they be forgotten, or I become vexed.

Who am I?

Oh.

It's convection, isn't it.

Convection isn't generally savage nor overly damaging, at least as far as I know...?

Nope.

[TheMoonRover]

Rage?

Space?

A mole?

Darkness?

Some sort of god/spirit of the underworld/death?

The Headless Monks? (Demons run when a good man goes to war)

Some combination of the above (Perhaps an angry monk in dark space with the moles' god of death?)

[Starwhip]

I crawl about from deeps of Mother Earth
To the sparser reaches of highest holt.
A savage taint marks where I make berth,
My deft fingers bring all to tumult.				---Describing something that moves
									    "upwards" from Earth, and destroys
                                                                            "all".

I am that which exists without form or mind,
An empty shade in the lifeless flesh of reality.	--Doesn't exist: I.E. a concept
My skin is scarred only in the eyes of the blind; --Cannot see it, further proof of above
My worries are dust to my neighbours' travesty. --There is something higher than it

My ceaseless wandering follows ancient ways,  --Guided by external forces
And I wander endlessly from one to the next, --Constant effect
Inscribing them anew in the span of days,      --"Ancient ways" being shown daily
Lest they be forgotten, or I become vexed.      --Make sure that they are remembered

Who am I?

My analysis. I'm trying to think of something else, but I thought it might be useful.

[KerBlam]

You are the Kraken!

Or Quintessence...

Edited January 22, 2015 by KerBlam

[Starwhip]

Actually, there's surprising evidence that it could be the force of gravity... is it?

[Nemrav]

wild guess... archeology

seismology

geology

it a Vexx riddle, they are unique... *looks in horror at the chess riddle*..

Vexx and Cantab, never seen so many puzzling riddles come from so few people in my life....

[vexx32]

Rage?

Space?

A mole?

Darkness?

Some sort of god/spirit of the underworld/death?

The Headless Monks? (Demons run when a good man goes to war)

Some combination of the above (Perhaps an angry monk in dark space with the moles' god of death?)

Nope.

I crawl about from deeps of Mother Earth
To the sparser reaches of highest holt.
A savage taint marks where I make berth,
My deft fingers bring all to tumult.                ---Describing something that moves
                                        "upwards" from Earth, and destroys
                                                                            "all".

I am that which exists without form or mind,
An empty shade in the lifeless flesh of reality.    --Doesn't exist: I.E. a concept
My skin is scarred only in the eyes of the blind; --Cannot see it, further proof of above
My worries are dust to my neighbours' travesty. --There is something higher than it

My ceaseless wandering follows ancient ways,  --Guided by external forces
And I wander endlessly from one to the next, --Constant effect
Inscribing them anew in the span of days,      --"Ancient ways" being shown daily
Lest they be forgotten, or I become vexed.      --Make sure that they are remembered

Who am I?

My analysis. I'm trying to think of something else, but I thought it might be useful.

Hmm, not bad, not bad.

You are the Kraken!

Or Quintessence...

Nope.

Actually, there's surprising evidence that it could be the force of gravity... is it?

Nope.

wild guess... archeology

seismology

geology

it a Vexx riddle, they are unique... *looks in horror at the chess riddle*..

Vexx and Cantab, never seen so many puzzling riddles come from so few people in my life....

Nope! (And thanks.)

[Bill Phil]

Gravity???????????????????????????

[Starwhip]

Nope, he just said it wasn't.

Hmm. Is it heat? Entropy?

[EdFred]

Earth's magnetic field, or something related to it.

[vexx32]

I crawl about from deeps of Mother Earth

To the sparser reaches of highest holt.

A savage taint marks where I make berth,

My deft fingers bring all to tumult.

I am that which exists without form or mind,

An empty shade in the lifeless flesh of reality.

My skin is scarred only in the eyes of the blind;

My worries are dust to my neighbours' travesty.

My ceaseless wandering follows ancient ways,

And I wander endlessly from one to the next,

Inscribing them anew in the span of days,

Lest they be forgotten, or I become vexed.

Who am I?

Nope, he just said it wasn't.

Hmm. Is it heat? Entropy?

Nope.

Earth's magnetic field, or something related to it.

Nope.

[Bill Phil]

Geothermical vents.

[KerBlam]

Decay....?