Riddles for Dungeons & Dragons (With Answers)

I guard a treasure with no blade or spell. Answer me truly, or stay here and dwell. I have roots that nobody sees, I am taller than trees. I go up and up, yet I never grow. What am I?

I shine without fire, I grow without wood. I sing without voice, I roam where you stood. What am I?

Speak my name and you destroy me. What am I?

I have cities, but no people. Forests, but no trees. Rivers, but no water. What am I?

To enter, you must answer me right. I'm taken from a mine, but valued by all. Used in locks, I'm strong yet small. What am I?

I can be broken without being held, told without speaking, and played without moving. What am I?

You seek the light but find me instead. I dwell where fear and shadows tread. What am I?

My wings are silent, my hunt is swift. I see in night and give no gift. Who am I?

Alive without breath, as cold as death. Never thirsty, ever drinking, all in mail, never clinking. What am I?

I have a neck but no head, two arms but no hands. I guard the door to treasure lands. What am I?

I hoard gold in a mountain cave, breathing fire on those who crave. Who am I?

I have nine lives in legend told, eyes that gleam and fur of gold. Who am I?

I lurk in swamps with mossy skin, croaking spells and crooked grin. Who am I?

I rise from graves with rotting flesh, my touch will make your bones refresh. What am I?

I change my shape from wolf to elf, a curse I bear upon myself. What am I?

I spin webs in dungeons deep, catching prey while others sleep. What am I?

I guard tombs with a lion's body and a human head, riddles my only dread. What am I?

I am stone by day and flesh by night, my gaze can turn you stiff with fright. What am I?

I glow with runes upon a shelf, I teach the wizard spells himself. What am I?

I hold a potion red or blue, one heals your wounds, one poisons you. What am I?

I am forged in fire, sharp and true, a fighter's trust in every duel. What am I?

I roll with numbers, fate decides, a natural twenty opens doors wide. What am I?

I'm shut tight and open only when you speak the password of the ancient order. What am I?

I burn without oil, lit by magic in dungeon soil. What am I?

I am the scroll that crumbles after one use, releasing power you cannot refuse. What am I?