The dingy windows let in enough midday sun to reveal the gun store's empty metal shelves and wooden counters. You weren't really hoping to find an arsenal here, but this place looks stripped bare. And from the Juul pods and condoms on the floor, you weren't the first person to go exploring. The store isn't big, and it takes you less than fifteen minutes to sweep the showroom, the garage/storage room, and the back office. Your haul: three losing scratch tickets from 2017, a few damp pages from American Handgunner magazine, and a key that unlocks the office desk (empty).
At first, you think the metal desk is bolted to the wall, but when you try to pull the key back out of the drawer, the desk slides with a hideous shriek across the concrete floor, and a Field Notes notebook plops onto the ground to land in a puddle of icy water. You pick it up even as the water soaks into the pages, making the ink run, and open to a random page.
—what we had to do. I will not call him a traitor, as he acted out of love for his art, and for the Three Families who guarded this land long before your birth, and who will guard it long after you're dead. The man you call "Mr. Heaney" was more than my friend; he was a poet with leather and flesh. That you should come to regard—
There's more, including what appears to be a map of Broad Brook, but then you hear crunching outside: vehicle tires on asphalt. You hop up onto the desk and peer through one of the high windows. Outside: an NPD police cruiser. Two cops are getting out.
When you glance down at the page again, nothing remains but wet streaks. You shove the Field Notes in your hoodie and hurry into the garage/storage room. You can hear the police banging around at the front door. No time to waste: you push the garage door up eighteen inches, roll under it, and sprint for the woods.
The cops shout and pursue, but they're never able to get a line-of-sight on you as you bolt into the trees. In minutes, you've disappeared into the deep woods.
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Name: Cale Falck X
Auspice: Galliard, the gibbous moon
Rage: ●●○○○
Health: ☒☒□□□
Form: Glabro, the wolf-man
Attributes
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Wits: ●○○○○
Resolve: ●●○○○
Skills
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Athletics: ○○○
Awareness: ○○○
Clandestine: ○○○
Combat: ○○○
Computer: ○○○
Intimidation: ○○○
Investigation: ●○○
Leadership: ●○○
Mechanics: ○○○
Persuasion: ●●○
Streetwise: ○○○
Subterfuge: ○○○
Survival: ●○○
Convictions
Convictions
The Litany Has Failed ○○○|●○○ The Litany Sustains Us
Humans Must Pay ○○○|●○○ Humans Must Understand
Our Weapon is Rage ○○○|○○○ Our Answer is Spirit
I Just Want to Survive ○○○|●○○ We Can Still Win
Find Purpose Through Dignity ○○○|○○○ Find Courage Through Laughter
Gear
Gear
Preppy outfit
Knife
David Banicki's Field Notes (water-damaged)
A library card
Job: Inventory Manager at Epicycle
Relationships.
Journal
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