I once had a town with a powerful ent outside of it, protecting the village with awakened trees. The end ruled the area, and spoke to the players in rhymes.
Which the players were convinced was a riddle, because why else would the poetry-allergic DM have gone through all this work?
They “solved” the “riddle” and went out to the woods to slay a vampire that had totally been there the whole time.
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