Guardian Angel Haruki
Burger
Not a Sayan
NeziulInquisitor Carver - Salem
"The Children of Atom?", Mary said. "I've heard tell of them. The tenets of thier Faith are certainly novel, to say the least. They don't seem to be very friendly, haven't heard a kind word about them since I got to the Commonwealth. They seem to keep to themselves, though....if you steer clear of the places they like they don't go out of their way to vex you none."
It's true then, the local faithful have been on bad terms with the locals. At the same time, it was a relief, however, to hear that they were at least keeping to themselves, rather than raiding or harassing wastelanders.
In response for his query for directions, the woman pointed down the road south, towards a large brick structure. "they don't come in to town that I've seen, as far as gettin' past them jes' follow the road there. The road forks just outside of town, stay right or you'll walk right into them. Follow the road 'til you get to the old Witchcraft Museum there....it's the big brick building down there. Speaking of that, it's safe enough to walk by, but it's not the safest place for prospectin', even in daylight, if you get my drift. The road branches just beyond that, keep going South and you'll get to the Cannery. East of the road is pretty much the Children's...west of it isn't any better, though....Raiders and Gunners, I hear."
Then east is where I must go, Carver decided. "Thank you for the directions. Have a pleasant day, ma'am," he said, nodding to the woman before heading back town to the boat, where Giraud was busy tying the boat to the pier.
"I've gotten what I need, Giraud," the Inquisitor said, helping the older man off the boat. "This is where we part ways."
"Well, then, have fun parenting the children," Giraud laughed. "If you need me, I'll be here, patching ol' Lisette up. Seems she sprung another leak. Can't find me here, try whatever passes for a bar in this town."
With that, there was no more reason to stay in town. Carver made his way down the path out of town that Mary had pointed out, bag in tow, eventually coming to the large brick building outside of Salem. It looks as good as any place to change, he thought to himself as he sat down, out of sight of the town and opened his bag.
The bag contained several items- his cowl and armor, a Radium Rifle and a few magazines of.45 ammunition, a single Nuka-Grenade, some survival tools, a bottle of irradiated water from Atom's spring, and a few scraps of cooked Mirelurk meat. He could hear the sound of a weapon firing and a commotion, but it no longer concerned him what went on in the town. Ian strapped his armor pieces to the wetsuit, then locked a magazine into his rifle, and finally fitted the cowl over his head. As he looked through the eyepieces of the mask, he steeled himself for whatever may lie ahead. Ian was gone, and in his place was Inquisitor Carver.
The Inquisitor rose to his feet, clutched his weapon, and headed south along the road. Despite Mary's assurances that this stretch of road was safe, he kept his eyes open, scanning his surroundings for possible danger. Fortunately, no threats presented themselves, and Carver successfully made his way to the fork in the road without incident.
To the east, where he was warned the Children of Atom resided, he could see a lighthouse in the distance. Yes, that seems the sort of place that Atom's faithful would reside, he reasoned as he looked at the picturesque structure. Without hesitation he turned east, towards where the Children of Atom resided. Their erroneous course would be corrected, one way or another. He only hoped that it would not require spilling the blood of his brothers and sisters.
"The Children of Atom?", Mary said. "I've heard tell of them. The tenets of thier Faith are certainly novel, to say the least. They don't seem to be very friendly, haven't heard a kind word about them since I got to the Commonwealth. They seem to keep to themselves, though....if you steer clear of the places they like they don't go out of their way to vex you none."
It's true then, the local faithful have been on bad terms with the locals. At the same time, it was a relief, however, to hear that they were at least keeping to themselves, rather than raiding or harassing wastelanders.
In response for his query for directions, the woman pointed down the road south, towards a large brick structure. "they don't come in to town that I've seen, as far as gettin' past them jes' follow the road there. The road forks just outside of town, stay right or you'll walk right into them. Follow the road 'til you get to the old Witchcraft Museum there....it's the big brick building down there. Speaking of that, it's safe enough to walk by, but it's not the safest place for prospectin', even in daylight, if you get my drift. The road branches just beyond that, keep going South and you'll get to the Cannery. East of the road is pretty much the Children's...west of it isn't any better, though....Raiders and Gunners, I hear."
Then east is where I must go, Carver decided. "Thank you for the directions. Have a pleasant day, ma'am," he said, nodding to the woman before heading back town to the boat, where Giraud was busy tying the boat to the pier.
"I've gotten what I need, Giraud," the Inquisitor said, helping the older man off the boat. "This is where we part ways."
"Well, then, have fun parenting the children," Giraud laughed. "If you need me, I'll be here, patching ol' Lisette up. Seems she sprung another leak. Can't find me here, try whatever passes for a bar in this town."
With that, there was no more reason to stay in town. Carver made his way down the path out of town that Mary had pointed out, bag in tow, eventually coming to the large brick building outside of Salem. It looks as good as any place to change, he thought to himself as he sat down, out of sight of the town and opened his bag.
The bag contained several items- his cowl and armor, a Radium Rifle and a few magazines of.45 ammunition, a single Nuka-Grenade, some survival tools, a bottle of irradiated water from Atom's spring, and a few scraps of cooked Mirelurk meat. He could hear the sound of a weapon firing and a commotion, but it no longer concerned him what went on in the town. Ian strapped his armor pieces to the wetsuit, then locked a magazine into his rifle, and finally fitted the cowl over his head. As he looked through the eyepieces of the mask, he steeled himself for whatever may lie ahead. Ian was gone, and in his place was Inquisitor Carver.
The Inquisitor rose to his feet, clutched his weapon, and headed south along the road. Despite Mary's assurances that this stretch of road was safe, he kept his eyes open, scanning his surroundings for possible danger. Fortunately, no threats presented themselves, and Carver successfully made his way to the fork in the road without incident.
To the east, where he was warned the Children of Atom resided, he could see a lighthouse in the distance. Yes, that seems the sort of place that Atom's faithful would reside, he reasoned as he looked at the picturesque structure. Without hesitation he turned east, towards where the Children of Atom resided. Their erroneous course would be corrected, one way or another. He only hoped that it would not require spilling the blood of his brothers and sisters.