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 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 Arctic 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 have 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)