

Only the keenest minds shall solve this riddle, and those who do shall earn a private royal scroll, a personal video from the King himself. But heed this decree: thy answer must be sent by DM, alongside a question of thy choosing. No public answers, lest the kingdom’s wisdom be spoiled.
Now, let the challenge begin:
I walk with power, broad and bold,
My crown atop, a sight to behold.
Through forest vast and rivers wide,
With towering grace, I take my stride.
I am no steed, yet I carry great might,
In winter’s chill or summer’s light.
My voice is deep, my call resounds,
A monarch of the northern grounds.
Though some may think of deer or horse,
My strength is of another source.
With velvet throne upon my head,
Tell me, what beast dost thou tread?
Think wisely, noble subjects. The King awaits.