-- The Secret of Marcus Teaser LbNA #11268 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Sep 8, 1996 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Cincinnati |
| County: | Hamilton |
| State: | Ohio |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Found by: | Not yet found! |
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| Last found: | N/A |
| Status: | aa |
| Last edited: | Sep 8, 1996 |
Hello Letterboxer. My name is Marcus Teaser, and I am homeless. I write this to you from Sitwell's Coffee House, having used my few remaining dollars to buy time to tell my final legacy.
In short, I have something. Something unbelievably valuable which I have held onto for nearly eight years. Despite being mugged a number of times, and having been caught in countless fights, I have managed to hold onto my treasure, kept in a zippered pocket hidden within the lining of my tweed coat.
This treasure is not for anyone, and any who seek it should be advised to never sell or give it to another. The truth inscribed upon it's gilded cast is not for the weak of mind.
It came from far away, futher than most have ever traveled, deep in the heart of a swampy tomb. I am dying. Solve my riddle, Letterboxer, and you may have my treasure.
This is my riddle, and this is my game;
on wings of white, 'neath flickering flame.
The painted man's face, on alabaster leg;
with great earthen serpent, and great verdant egg.
A queen's hydrous scepter, young kin by her side,
a man and a devil, what's swallowed his pride.
A pen and a compass, draw these and connect;
The arrow will show you where you must go next.
Find me and call my name. Answer my riddle, and you may have my treasure.
In short, I have something. Something unbelievably valuable which I have held onto for nearly eight years. Despite being mugged a number of times, and having been caught in countless fights, I have managed to hold onto my treasure, kept in a zippered pocket hidden within the lining of my tweed coat.
This treasure is not for anyone, and any who seek it should be advised to never sell or give it to another. The truth inscribed upon it's gilded cast is not for the weak of mind.
It came from far away, futher than most have ever traveled, deep in the heart of a swampy tomb. I am dying. Solve my riddle, Letterboxer, and you may have my treasure.
This is my riddle, and this is my game;
on wings of white, 'neath flickering flame.
The painted man's face, on alabaster leg;
with great earthen serpent, and great verdant egg.
A queen's hydrous scepter, young kin by her side,
a man and a devil, what's swallowed his pride.
A pen and a compass, draw these and connect;
The arrow will show you where you must go next.
Find me and call my name. Answer my riddle, and you may have my treasure.