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Hello everyone, JM here to tell you about a fascinating tale. A story that has been lost to time as I ride off into the sunset,
I want to leave you with this final mystery: the story of Tommy McBane. He was rumored to be the luckiest man in all the land;
one didn't dare take up a game of chance with Tommy, especially when a wager was invovled. "Don't toss with the man as tall as the sun
he'll swipe all your money and drink up you rum," or something to that effect was how the old saying goes.
Tommy made his fortune wagering on impossible chance and winning every time. He was not a greedy man though, old McBane.
He spent most of his time hiding his gains and tempting the masses with clever riddles and prose that would lead them to a
cache of great riches. Until recently, none of the caches have been found and we don't know how many still remain. I want
to tell you about the most special cache of them all: the cache of the silver scratch. See, it was never revealed how McBane
truly came upon his riches. And until a handful of them were recovered in recent years, the whole thing was just a tall tale.
Now that it's proven The Legend of Tommy McBane is in fact real, more facts have come to light as well as some of his legendary
riddles and some history on the man himself. Some have rumored that McBane was a magician or a warlock but the more learned
scholars traced his roots back to Scotland. There it was rumored that his great grandmother married a Leprechaun, thus giving
Tommy a magic bloodline. This and other such mystical tales followed McBane and his legend. Many of course dismiss this tale
as Tommy was near 7 feet tall.
There's one more tale however; a transcribed poem found on sunbleached paper which suggests that McBane had a trick up his sleeve, or
rather a good luck charm that couldn't fail. It's said that he had a small amount of silver and coin which was blessed with the spirit
of a great leader. When wagered on a game of chance, it would return in winnings, 7 times its value. This is how McBane made his fortunes.
And it's also rumored that he hid this lucky cache of silver and coins before his demise. Along with a trail of prose to lead someone to it.
We belive we've found the clues that lead to Tommy's Silver Scratch. I'd like to read you this poem and wish you all the best of luck on
your journey, if you choose it, to recover the famed Silver Scratch of Tommy McBane.
Poem:
Back in the days of the time before,
There was a man whose aim was bold and true,
Lost to foolish ways of yore,
His tale untold now will unfold for you.
He was a man of grit and chance, never doubt or shame.
All the land knew of this man and the clan from which he came.
Long spined, he towered like a demon, large like a bison of the plain.
He bellowed his fame to own the tale, so they shall speak of his name.
And all the land will understand the legend of the mighty McBane.
The elders said McBane held knowledge as vast as the sea,
No way to explain this prowess of mind, his depth and perplexity.
His thoughts they flowed like a river with the power of a raging flood,
The only cause, the elders cower: they say he has Leprechaun blood.
McBane spent his time tinkering within the depths of his mind.
Forging riddles and puzzles which could fool all of mankind.
Hiding treasures of value great and small, for humans tall and low,
Throughout the land deep and wide in all the places he would go.
Of the mysteries conjured by McBane but one quandry remained,
And this required a special game,
His silver scratch, precious coin,
The tools of tit for tat,
Blessed with the godsend of the tortoise-shell cat,
A wager made from this cache of coin will multiply by 7 and conjoin,
The gifted coins that can never fail, McBane's most priceless Holy Grail,
It's said they rest near an Irish Famed Son,
Without bounds, in the Spring, thy namesake's Young.
Bringer of death to the shore, so let it be written evermore,
Now, the one who owns the Silver Scratch, the cache McBane has hid from light,
7 times the bet will match and luck be your lady tonight.
But only if you find the clues he left from deep within his mind,
Of the mighty McBane whose trasures remain,
Scattered throughout the world to find,
And his most valued prize, The Silver Scratch
The coins which can never lose, listen to the words the Scotsman now heard,
The mighty McBane speaks to you:
"Walk the planks for a fortnight,
Our advice, do it twice,
And again where a dozen is more,
Walk it thrice, a hurricane is near,
Yet it's not so dark,
A name behind, the Maker's Mark."