[HOE] The Librarian's Almanac for April 12th

[Michael Cone <mkcone@yahoo.com>]

NOVEAU BATON ROUGE, LOUISIANA- “Waders” Harrisburg, a
local scout is announcing the discovery of a small
enclave of fifty people living on a number of
lashed-together houseboats on Turtle Creek. The creek
in question feeds into Bayou Toro on the
Texas/Louisiana border. The villagers are offering
food and small salvaged equipment in return for the
services of a doctor or someone with considerable
pre-natal skills.


LAS CRUCES RUINS, NEW MEXICO- a Schismatic Doomsayer
called Father Time has arrived and is looking for a
party to render aid to the inhabitants of the Santa Fe
Fortress town. Eleven days ago, Father Time and a few
partners agreed to act as guards for a caravan heading
for the new El Paso college. Roughly nine hours
outside of Santa Fe, the group was stunned to see huge
gray clouds rolling in from the north. A light snow
began to fall. The caravan attempted to return to
Santa Fe, but the weather steadily worsened and the
pass was buried under at least seven feet of thick
snow. Father Time suggested that reinforcements be
sought out and the group made for Las Cruces. Both the
Doomsayer and Nathaniel Goddard, the caravan master,
are offering a substantial reward for anyone who is
willing to help carry cold weather gear, medicine and
non-perishable food back to the fortress.


STRATFORD TOWNSHIP, TEXAS- the Law Dog called Cary
Bryant is assembling a posse to defend the small
enclave outside the ruins of Stratford. When the
Mother of All Blizzards moved out of New Mexico headed
west, the Stratford farms and small corral were caught
completely unawares. Eleven people have succumbed to
the extreme temperatures and over half of the town’s
small stable of horses has been sent to the stewpot.
Bryant wants people that can fight in dangerous
conditions; folks have started seeing vaguely humanoid
shapes in the drifts. Two small children have already
been plucked out of windows or vanished under
snowdrifts that suddenly shift, enveloping them. They
cannot be found when digging commences.


From the log of the Pacific Explorer- We have survived
a major storm over the weekend, thanks to our energy
shield. Tell Rob that we have some phenomenal pictures
of the Eye for him. We are having difficulty using the
uplink, the energy stores are at maximum but we cannot
get the protocols on the comsat to respond. The
captain thinks we should have someone more technically
inclined on the next trip. After a great deal of
study, we have realized the creatures dissolving the
rudder are a modified form of rust mite. Current
research estimates that the mites are breeding rapidly
and my numbers show with all probability they may
exist from the Panama Canal to nearly the Artic
Circle. We have yet to venture farther than six hours
from shore. The Captain fears that there may be more
of the aggressive whales in the deeper reaches. There
has been no other indications of fog, thank all that
is left. We have reached the point of return as the
shipboard stores are quite low. I have no desire to
consume another of the three-eyed fish, nutritional
needs be damned. Tell Daniel that he should begin work
on another set of solar sails, they work wonders.

Postscript- The night guard has reported another
sighting of ghostly vessels off our port stern. My
dreams are troubling, I have begun to worry about our
safe return.

Submitted by the quite worldly Brother Dominic,
Journeyman Librarian





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