Gilded Chamber: Stage 9, 15 |
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no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
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1 | An etch SUN | To brighten your day is my unfailing plan, a beacon above beaches for those seeking tan |
2 | A Paint brush | If emotion on canvas you wish to evoke, I set mood in paint with each colorful stroke |
3 | A statue of a woman holding a Jug | I carry a carrier of what falls in storm; I'm a figural carving of feminine form |
4 | An Artist's Pallet | If a lack of right color's in need of quick fixing, I'm home to sepctrum of pigments for mixing |
5 | An etched Crescent Moon | I'm a partially shadowed Earth-orbiter high, for my placement in room matches placement in sky |
6 | A Blue Egg | I'm unique in hue from two others I match, I match, a day-sky colored bird's shell soon to hatch |
7 | An etched of a Pig | My meat's fried for breakfast, on bread eaten cold, I'm a squealing porker not pink but in gold |
8 | A statue of Crescen Moon | I'm a lounge for a lady on orbiting rock, a space woman whittled from cellulose block |
9 | An etched Roman Numeral V | A Letter inside an equal sign, I symbolize fourteen minus nine |
10 | An etched bulls eye | I'm a stacking of circles to which arrows flew, my center scored highest when point's aim was true |
11 | A Dolphin | I'm glittering mammal on arch that glows, with blowing hole and bottled nose |
12 | A Pharaoh statue | I'm a sovereign who hails from hot desert lands. at rest in a tomb rising high from the sands |
13 | A Dragon | I'm a serpentine creature with conflagrant breath, a scaly ensurer of knight's fiery death |
14 | A Policeman's Baton | With fighting crime I'm an enforcer's resource, for I quickly drop perpetrators by non-lethal force |
15 | A Butterfly | I'm a golden hued flier with accent of black, a once inching crawler now winged on the black |
16 | A wooden Tiki God | I'm a staple for whom collect kitschier styles, a souvenir god of south pacific isles |
17 | The letter 'R' | I precede the lone 'tea' in an airline's snack cart, a sign always found at the center of 'art' |
18 | A Light Pulb | I grant sight by switch in the darkest of spots; the glow that I casts is determined by watts |
19 | A Movie award | I'm present with gathered performers at fest, a tribute awarded to stars acting best |
20 | A Pink Bottle | I'm a fifth of five vials with liquide within, the oddest of all for I haven't a twin |
21 | An open Trunk | Within me your valubles' safety's assured, yet my lid lock's been carelessly left unsecured |
22 | An orange Cat | I'm a target of dogs and a chaser of mice, to live through all threat my nine lives should suffice |
23 | An etched Sword | I shine out of scabbard in full golden dress, a brave battler's word when preceded by S |
24 | A Marble Bust | I'm a figure of woman with on arms or hand, a left-looking portrait on marbleized stand |
25 | An etched Clock | I've hands and a face, yet I'm nothing alive, forever announcing the hour's just past five |
26 | A Letter | I'm a folding of paper with plenty to say, an advert or message delivered each day |
27 | An etched of a Pistol | I'm drawn in this chamber and also from hip, a deadly dispatcher with hammer and grip |
28 | An etched pair of handprints | I'm a right and a left with my ten digits spread, a gripping pair perfect for scratching your head |
29 | An etching of 2 triangles | I've three angled points and three even sides; at my center you'll find where my smaller twin hides |
30 | A basket of green apples | By the hue of my flesh you might judge me unripe, yet I'm just like a red one but a different type |
31 | A basket of red apples | I'm a sweet scarlet snack with dark seeded core, a pile once picked now in emerald store |
32 | A Party Hat | On a birth date or new year I'm a celebrant's lid; while the candles top cake I'm atop every kid |
33 | An etching of a Bird | I was born by an artist and not by egg's hatch; I'm a feathery flapper depicted in scratch |
34 | An etched Bull | I'm the masculine partner to milk-giving cattle, a horned and ringed creature that matadors battle |
35 | An ecthed arrow | I'm a sharpened shooter drawn by string, oft aimed at a bulls-eye's inner ring |
36 | A pair of glasses | I'm a most welcome end to all far sighted plight, for I fix errant focus by spheres which grant better sight |
37 | An etched of a Flower | with sunlight and water I'd rise from the ground, 'twixt square and trangle I'm sure to be found |
38 | an etched bow tie | It's a formal enhancement to suit I provide, my center in knot with a loop on each side |
39 | A wooden Frog | I'm a green lacquered leape who's taken a seat, here to stay for I'm wooden and short by two feet |
40 | A letter 'N' | I stand above S on a compasses' face; in name and in number I hold the first place |
41 | An etched of a pine tree | I'm decor to make holiday spirits increase, a golden depictio of the woods' basic piece |
42 | A letter 'Z' | I'm the twins in a 'buzzard' and within zoos I hide, an alternate meaning for N on its side |
43 | A Cactus | In the kingdom of flora I'm the one with most spine; while most wilt in desert I'm thriving just fine |
44 | An etched Star | I'm the lead of a film or a televised show, a bright cosmic twinkle that makes night time glow |
45 | Etched of 4 Waves | I'm an image oft seen upon tide's highest spike, assailing the shore with a quadruple strike |
46 | An etched saw | I split all the long boards when building a home, a zig-zagged wood cutter adorning the dome |
47 | A wooden bird | It's for skittering prey that my watchful eyes search, my flappers projected on carved wooden perch |
48 | A flower pot | I'm a holder of honey hued blossoms in bloom, an earth-toned clay crock bringing life to the room |
49 | An etched baseball | I'm a quickly pitched sphere at room's glimmering top, a bat's nemesis sold in a sporting goods shop |
50 | A green egg | I'm a third of a trio birthing creatures which soar, but the only in emeral with floral decor |
51 | An artist's mannequin | I'm posed as though I have a question to ask, a reference tool needed for a man-drawing task |
52 | A yellow and a blue bottle | We're two neighbors among five of our kind; mix us and you get green gooey slime |
53 | A wrench | I'll remove any bolt but for those of a storm; to keep me in box stored with hammer's the norm |
54 | A paper Fan | I'm a cooling collection of radiating folds, a decorative winnower a warm lady holds |
55 | A pineapple | My name is a strange one most all would agree, like a teacher's desk fruit from a holiday tree |
56 | An etched of a rifle | I've a shoulder's wood stock and two barrels in pair, a hunter's accomplice with bright yellow glare |
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