Children Caches

Children's Caches are small, hidden boxes scattered throughout the Town in Pathologic 2. They are used by the children of the Town as part of their game.

Cache Game
The rules of the cache game are simple. When one finds a cache and takes something from it, they must leave behind items of equal value as well as a note.

Since each child values every item differently, it is up to the player to decide how much they want to take and leave in the caches. It is currently unknown how the game determines the value of the items taken and left by the player.

Whether the player leaves too much, too little, or just enough will not affect cache-related quests and story events. However, the odds of finding multiple, more useful items decreases if the player is deemed to have left too few items in the caches.

Murderer Hunt
The Haruspex is invited to the game during Act 2. A messenger tells him that a group of children are waiting for him near the Cathedral. One of the children - Pup - tells him that they know he is searching for his father's murderer and want to help him, as they believe the first and only other adult they've invited into their game has killed someone.

Poems
These poems are said by the children gathered in groups during the cache game in Act 2.

Poem 1



Cuckoo counting; broken eggs, broken eggs. Lark are counting; chosen stones, chosen stones. Raven counting; frozen legs, frozen legs. Owl are counting; stolen bones, stolen bones.

Eat out feast; eggs are stolen. Leave our home; stones are broken. Ride our mount; legs are chosen. Close our eyes; bones are frozen.

Poem 2

No food, no sleep, I seek a treat: of grundly sneeds and bander-meat. Devour it all then feel so strange, as all my limbs begin to change.

I spurn in cruel pantagony and feel my legs turn hexady with wings that bear my teeth a-vise, and mouths aglow with sneeching eyes.

I jomp and jurl, harromph and wail, as bones unfurl into a tail it snicker-snacks, all fulguraire, as i dewhorl pearleascent hair.

Poem 3

We all watch as the bear gets his paw in a snare as he tries to untangle his tangled affair. He can try as he might, gripe and growl in his grove, but he still can't untangle the tangle we wove.

We all drag our own nets, we all catch our own fish, we all tug our own strings, we all watch what we wish. We all keep all our blood trapped tightly within all the veins you instructed we hide beneath skin.

Poem 4

Mess with the bull, you get the horns my only rose is naught but thorns. I wrap myself in claws and teeth you better hope you're fleet of feet.

A muddy foot has made a mess, the guilty party will soon confess. Whose mess is this inside my house? A swing, a miss, a running mouse.

Items
The following items can be found in caches.

Walnuts Peanuts Fishing Hooks Needles Matches Revolver Ammo Shotgun Ammo Shmowders