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920s Investigator Name Harry PattersonOccupationJournalist Sex M Age 36Colleges, Degrees Miskatonic University, BABirthplace Salem, MAMental Disorders Monomania (Cult conspiracies)
Characteristics & Rolls
STR 12
CON 14
SIZ 14
DEX 8
APP 7
SAN 57
INT 14
POW 15
EDU 17
Idea 70
Luck 75
Know 8599 - Cthulhu Mythos 94 Damage Bonus +1D4
Sanity Points
Insanity 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14
15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 3132 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48
49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65
66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82
83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99
Magic Points
Unconscious 0 1 2 3
4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19
20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35
36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43
Hit Points
Dead -2 -1 0 1 2 3
4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19
20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35
36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43
Investigator Skills
Accounting (10%)
Anthropology (01%)
Archaeology (01%)
Art (05%):
Astronomy (01%)
Bargain (05%)
Biology (01%)
Chemistry (01%)
Climb (40%)
Conceal (15%)
Credit Rating (15%)
Cthulhu Mythos (00%) 5Dodge (DEXx2) 75Drive Auto (20%) 40Electrical Repair (10%)
Fast Talk (05%) 75First Aid (30%)
Geology (01%)
Hide (10%)
History (20%)
Jump (25%)
Law (05%)
Library Use (25%) 50Listen (25%) 90Locksmith (01%)
Martial Arts (01%)
Mechanical Repair (20%)
Medicine (05%)
Natural History (10%)
Navigate (10%)Occult (05%) 35Operate Hvy. Machine (01%)
Other Language (01%):
Own Language (EDUx5):
English 90Persuade (15%) 75Pharmacy (01%)
Photography (10%) 35Physics (01%)
Pilot (01%):
Psychoanalysis (01%)
Psychology (05%) 50Ride (05%)
Sneak (10%)
Spot Hidden (25%) 85Swim (25%)
Throw (25%)
Track (10%)
Firearms
Handgun (20%) 36Machine Gun (15%)
Rifle (25%)
Shotgun (30%)
Submachine Gun (15%)
Weapons
melee % damage #att hp
Fist/Punch (50%) 1D3+db 1 -
Head Butt (10%) 1D4+db 1 -
Kick (25%) 1D6+db 1 -
Grapple (25%) special 1 -
firearm % damage malf rng #att shots hp
.45 Automatic* 36 1D10+2 00 15 ds 1 7 8
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Personal Data
estigator Name Harry Pattersonsidence
sonal Description:
mily & Friends:
Episodes of Insanity:
Wounds & Injuries:
Marks & Scars:
Investigator History
Income & Savings
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sonal Property:
al Estate:
Mythos Tomes Read
e Witch Cult in Western Europe
e Golden Boughracenic Rituals
Magical Artifacts / Spells Known
ifacts: Spells:
Adventuring Gear & Possessions
Entities Encountered
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Background
Born in Salem, MA, in 1886, Henry Patterson only ever wanted to write. At 16, he managed
to start working as a cub reporter for the Salem Gazette until, at 25, he took a job on the
City desk at the Boston Herald . By 1917, Patterson - Harry to his many friends - was fully
expected to win a Pulitzer Prize, but then the Herald was bought by Randolph Hearst, a man many serious journalists - Patterson included – despised, and so he quit.
With the USA now drawn into the Great War, Patterson signed up and won a commission
as a captain with Pershing's Expeditionary Force and saw action against the Austrian Army
at Meuse-Argonne; over this time Patterson wrote a small collection of poems which, upon
his return to Salem in 1919, had a limited publishing run in the Miskatonic Press; the
poems were noted for their stark descriptions of victims of the battlefield and the elements
of supernatural brutality. Some critics interpreted them to indicate that Patterson had had
some sort of supernatural experience during the fighting, but he has always refused to
comment.
Discharged from the Army in March 1919 with the rank of major, Patterson returned a
much gloomier man. Nevertheless, his reputation soon landed him another job, this time
with the Boston Globe , reporting on cases such as The Lady in the Ashes in 1920 and, later
that year, the Murder of Robert Suydam and his new wife in Red Hook, New Jersey. The
facts of both these crimes convinced Patterson that darker elements, possibly occult, lay
behind the killings. He began investigating occult societies in Boston, Rhode Island and
New York. His emerging monomania, particularly focussed on cults such as The Church of
Starry Wisdom and a group he refers to as the Esoteric Order of Dagon, began to affect his
work. He missed deadlines, convinced he was about to uncover a massive occult conspiracy
permeating the North East. His stated intention is to write a book exposing it, but actually
the obsession itself has become more important than exposing. His bedroom wall is a mass
of clippings, cuttings and scribbled notes.
The case of the Beast of Ross's Corner fitted in with this theory. Patterson set off to
Arkham, filing one or two stories back to the Globe as the "normal" investigation unfolded,
but his real focus was on the supernatural facets. He interviewed witnesses, including Petra
Evans and Dr. Robinson, looking for evidence of occult activity and, having found it, took
the decision to move back to Salem full time. He is currently unemployed, living off his
savings, his Army pension and sales of his book of poetry to bored students of American
literature.
The experiences of the war and the past few years, including the increasing ridicule at the
hands of his colleagues, have left him a somewhat acerbic, taciturn, short-tempered person. While he maintains the friendly persona needed to do his job, it evaporates fairly quickly
when not required. Most people who get to know him - and there aren't many - consider
him unfriendly and surly.
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Diary Entry, October 1st, 1918
Montfaucon-d'Argonne
My company – how laughable, twenty men of varying rank, hungry and disorganised, no-ones’ idea of a fighting unit –
awoke to find the ruins of last night shrouded in cold grey mist.
This country feels like Shakespeare, a never-ending season of
mists. I long for a cold crisp autumn morning on the beach at
Salem, instead of this insidious dampness that creeps though my very marrow.
I walked outside to find myself on the shores of a pond, still as
glass, the sun apparent above the mire, but not strong enough to
penetrate it. As the men breakfasted, I walked around the shore
of the tiny lake. I was not looking for anything, but there it was. Looming out of the fog, three stones, each ten feet tall,
massive in bulk, covered in moss, ancient as Abraham himself.
I walked between them, stood at the centre. They loomed above
me, dark and inconsolable. This close, I could determine features
which, although eroded by time, were still of terrible aspect, neither men, nor animal, but horrible beast. I stepped back,
repulsed, a primal fear clutching at my very essence, and stepped
in...
[The following four pages have been torn out of the diary]