[color=a36209][u][b]Inquisitor Carver - The [i]Lisette[/i]
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Ian Carver stood at the starboard doorway of a small fishing boat, looking out across the water towards the small settlement that grew ever closer.  The sight of the settlement brought him relief- boat travel did not agree with him, and Ian was anxious to be on dry, steady land again.

Over the last few years, he had served Atom loyally as a Zealot, protecting His faithful from the inhabitants and creatures of the holy island.  Tensions had risen and fallen, the holy Fog waxed and waned, and with the peace with the unbelievers at Far Harbor brokered by the High Confessor, they had prospered.  But recently, disturbing rumors had begun to reach the Nucleus concerning the Children of Atom elsewhere- rumors of His faithful attacking any strangers they come across, attempting to force His light upon all rather than inviting them to bask in it.  In response, Tektus has appointed Carver to the station of Inquisitor, and sent him to the Commonwealth to investigate these rumors, and, if there is any truth to them, to correct these free radicals.

"This is the place," spoke Giraud, the Harborman at the ship's wheel.  "A little up-and-coming town called Salem.  Good trade opportunities to be had, for those willing to work for it.  Devil knows if it'll last, the wasteland has a way of killing off promising towns."

Giraud was one of the inhabitants of Far Harbor, an older chap who made his living fishing, hunting, and trapping whatever lurked in the water, and currently intended to investigate trading opportunities in Salem.  The man never went far ashore, partially because he preferred being on the water and partially because he had trouble walking ever since a Mirelurk (although Giraud insists that it was a seagoing Fog Crawler) mangled his right leg.  He was an alright fellow despite his tendency to exaggerate and embellish his stories, having been willing to take Carver along to Salem on his boat, the Lisette.

"What sort of trade opportunities?  Guns?  Food?  Medicine?" asked Carver as he continued to stare at the settlement.

"Not sure.  A little of everything, I reckon." the Harborman answered, now maneuvering the ship in preparation to pull into one of the docks.  "Good time to find out, though."

The fishing boat pulled into one of the docks and came to a rest.  The Harborman picked up the pole hook he used as a walking cane and exited the cabin to tie the boat down, while Carver walked to the back of the cabin to fetch a large military bag.  Given the rumors that the Children of Atom were actively and brazenly attacking folks in the region, it would be unwise to wear his armor on in town, yet if the rumors were true, it would be even more unwise to not wear his armor when making contact with Atom's local believers.  He would be unable to hide the markings on his face, however, so he would still need to tread cautiously.

"This is where I get off.  Thanks for the ride, Giraud," he said to the boatman as he climbed out of the boat, bag in tow.  His first step would be to find out who is in charge, and learn more about the threat posed by the Children of Atom.  This behavior- openly attacking all those whom they come across, as the rumors went- was unacceptable, and would need to be ended.  Carver dearly hoped that they would comply; to further refuse would be heresy, and as Inquisitor, it was his duty to judge and punish heresy within the ranks.  After setting them straight, he would be responsible for protecting his family from those whom they had erroneously wronged, and would almost certainly have to work toward mending relationships with the locals.

[i]One step at a time Ian[/i], he told himself as he begun to feel the weight of his duty, as if his armor had been strapped to his very soul. [i] First I must find out where they are.  If my information is correct, the troubles are coming from somewhere in this area, meaning the strayed faithful shouldn't be far.[/i]

His first step would be to figure out whom to speak to.  Anyone with the knowledge of where the unruly Children of Atom were would be sufficient, although any additional information on them may prove useful...