You who wearest shoon of velvet; you who art clad in finest silk; you who so pod amid serious things that you feel it shame to give yourself up even for a few short moments to mirth and joyousness in the land of Fancy; this cache is not for you. Go no farther than this, for I tell you plainly that if you go farther you will be scandalized by seeing good, sober folks of real history and mystic places you never dreamed of.
And now I lift the curtain that hangs between here and No-man's-land.
the time of old, there lived within the green glades of Sherwood Forest a famous outlaw whose name was Robin Hood. No archer ever lived that could speed a gray goose shaft with such skill and cunning as his, nor were there ever such yeomen as the sevenscore merry men that roamed with him through the greenwood shade.
They vowed that even as they themselves had been despoiled they would despoil their oppressors, whether baron, abbot, knight, or squire, and that from each they would take that which had been wrung from the poor by unjust taxes or land rents, or in wrongful fines. But to the poor folk they would give a helping hand in need and trouble, and would return to them that which had been unjustly taken from them.
Now take thy torch 
, thy quaterstaff 
, a map 
and a butt of ale 
for thy thirsty throat. Clothe thyself in Lincoln green and join the band of stout fellows at the header coordinates. Thou shalt find a jar beneath the table in the centre.
F: Ich bin zwar der beste Bogenschütze weit und breit, kann aber nicht so gut English. Was nun?
A: Deutsche Version
Please respect the commercial use of Sherwood Forest (see attributes) and start with the adventure at least 5 hours before dusk.