Search party log

Search Party Log #1
Search Party Log #1 is a note found in a grave in L'Enfant South, by examining the cross-shaped grave marker. The grave belonged to one Henry, an unidentified member of a search party that had been split up for reasons unknown.

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 * First time I've thought to update the log since leaving Canterbury. Guard at the Citadel wouldn't let us in, but said a scribe had given Cheryl the medicine at least two weeks ago and sent her along to the Rangers. From the sounds of it, Myles didn't make it as far as Citadel. Damn shame, he was a good mutt.


 * Still no sign of Cheryl. Rumors about the city are true - place is a death trap. Mutants and psychos at every turn. Cheryl's tough enough, but I'm worried, especially with Myles missing. Emmet just about went to pieces the first time we ran into a centaur.


 * We should be able to reach the Ranger Compound in before sundown tomorrow. Kaya scouted ahead and it looks like the coast is clear for now. With anyluck, Cheryl's holed up with them and we can start back home.


 * Here lies Henry. Muties saw him going for water in the street; there was nothing we could do to help him. If anybody else has to come looking for us, we'll leave word with the Rangers.

Search Party Log #3
Search Party Log #3 is a note found in a grave with a cross located directly south of a small Raider camp between Dukov's Place and the bridge leading to the Citadel. The grave belongs to one Emmet who had been hurt in the leg by a mutant spike and bled out during the night.

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 * Has to be a month gone since we was in Citadel. Tracking Mutants in the city is no easy job. Helps to have Mentats keep everyone focussed, but we still have to be careful. These green bastards seem to be on the move. You never hear 'em talk about it, but they are looking for something. And people. Anything their can lay their hands on.


 * Tracking Muties through the city isn't the hard part. They're good with metal, always ripping up junkers and building crap out of the bits. Just follow their freak sculpture shows. Hard part is staying hidden. Emmet took a bad cut in the leg from one of the spikes. Took two shirts to stop the bleeding. I hope these freaks can't smell blood. We're headed towards the Citadel, maybe they'll help us patch him up.


 * Relief to be outside the city for a day. We'll use the bridge and cross over to check beyond the ruins on the west side. We can't hold out down here much longer. I can't just give up on Cheryl, but I might not end up having a choice. Emmet's in bad shape. We'll wait to cross the bridge until tomorrow.


 * R.I.P. Emmet. Poor kid left Canterbury so fresh, I didn't want him along, but he really came into his own these past two weeks. Hed died in the night. No point in bothering with those pricks at the Citadel now. We head into the city tomorrow.