Tales of The Traveler (1) : The Hall of Athena Traditional Cache

I stand before the ruins of a great monastery. It rests at the edge of a dark forest, which was slowly consuming the brick and timber amongst root and limb. The surrounding countryside was lush with oxen and sheep and horse. Farmers and ranchers were out tending their flocks and herds. It was a peaceful dream. It was one that I had been dreaming for a very long time. The forest, in the monastery was the dying place of histories greatest hero. Upon his death he was buried in a place that was kept only by his closest friends. It was this burial place that I sought. Within the burial mound was a particularly valuable piece of jewelry. It had been entombed with him when he died, placed there by his lover, so that they would always be together. It was a small round piece of hammered silver. Not much bigger than an American Silver Dollar. Carved upon the medallion was said to be carved a tree…

A thundering crash startles me awake. I am in Greece. While traversing the rock and crag of Galapagos I discovered the skeleton of a rotting ship embedded into the coral of the island. Upon the desk of the captains desk was piece of wood with a compass rose seared into its surface. Along the outer edge, in addition to the cardinal directions, was extra lettering. I have been pondering this riddle for some time and I believe I am fairly close to figuring it out. But today that is not my concern.

It was the sound of the waves breaching on the cliffs below which brought me from my dream, the dream of Marian’s Medallion. Ever since I had read of its existence I have been consumed to find it.

Just past the horizon stands what remains of histories colossus architectural temple. At the turn of the century a brigand of soldiers had this brilliant idea of stowing explosives inside this marvelous temple. History tells us that there was a massive explosion and what was a beautiful monument to behold became the rubble we know of today.

It will take me two days to traverse the open land again but I had a desire to see the world’s largest inner sea. I needed to clear my head and think. Nothing is more comforting than the sound of mighty waves pounding the earth.

Opening my notebook I read again the passages that would take me to my next clue. Beneath the stone steps, etched into the stonework, I seek a verse, as anagram, which I will write down seek its meaning. With the answer of the riddle in hand I will take this to the curator of the library located near a small inn on the south edge of Athens. This curator would then give me my next piece of the clue to Marion's Medallion.

Closing my eyes again and taking in the salty sea air and warm afternoon sun I settled back into the small hovel I have made. In the morning I will begin my journey back to Athens. But for now I want the healing power of sun and sea to wash away my aches, bruises and fatigue.

The Tales of The Traveler is a series of Caches. Each cache will contain a hint (you may want to bring a pen so you can write/draw what you find) that will be used to find the final cache location. The Seplucher of the Raven King (GC1VNDC)

As always please rehide the cache as good as or better than you found it so that others will has as much fun finding it as you did and if you take something, leave something. And just in case. BYOP.

Thank You ~TMM007