Riddles.........................

Full many men hath it consigned to heaven,
Brandished aloft by the white hand of seven.
Of what do I speak?
Gunmacuahuitl.
Gunhalberd.
Annihilator.
And from ashes of pain and ruin shall rise
An undying Flame to drive dark from men's eyes.
Of where do I speak?
Ala Mhigo.
Sharlayan.
Ul'dah.
One of three and one for all,
With horns to heed the forest's call.
Who am I?
Kan-E-Senna.
O-App-Pesi.
E-Sumi-Yan.
Hues of madness now cloud his visage,
Once loyal companion, in heaven at large.
Of whom do I speak?
Moenskaet.
Menphina.
Dalamud.
'Neath boughs intertwined, when day melts to night,
A beckoning flame offers the weary respite.
Of where do I speak?
The Quicksand.
The Roost.
The Mizzenmast Inn.
Riddles of blue doth this lone flower solve,
Atop her bright spire 'midst a wan sea of wolves.
Of whom do I speak?
Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn.
Y'shtola.
KanESenna.
She teaches of that to which Man is a thrall.
She hath one condition and yet none at all.
Of whom do I speak?
Menphina.
Nophica.
Nymeia.
Fire rains from the sky as a proud people fall,
Leaving nary a scream from behind the dark wall.
Of when do I speak?
12 summers past.
10 summers past.
15 summers past.
Knowledge is gold and gold is not free.
One must part with his coin to see it increase.
Of what do I speak?
The Mythril Eye.
The Harbor Herald.
The Sultana Sun Times.
“Show me my path!” pled the beggared man, crying.
Quoth the Man at the Gates, “Get rich or die trying!”
Of where do I speak?
Naldiq & Vymelli's.
The Horn & Hand.
The Coffer & Coffin.
Hues of madness now cloud his visage,
Once loyal companion, in heaven at large.
Of whom do I speak?
Nightwolves.
Dalamud.
Moenskaet.
Neath boughs intertwined, when day melts to night,
A beckoning flame offers the weary respite.
Of where do I speak?
The Roost.
The Red Rooster Stead.
The Coffer & Coffin.
They cast off the shroud, for its dew can perish
The burden of metal and rock they cherish.
Of whom do I speak?
Funguars.
Galagos.
Coblyns.
As waters recede, five voices ring out.
A new vision of life from the seed doth sprout.
Of when do I speak?
The Fifth Umbral Era.
The Seventh Umbral Era.
The Sixth Astral Era.
Fifty score cries yet nary a sound.
A demon awaits but cannot be found.
Of where do I speak?
Fen-Yll.
Toto-Rak.
Tam-Tara.