Trail of Cthulhu: Eternal Lies
Scrittrice del Mistero
During adventure downtime for your character, you can refresh one Academic pool point up to four times per game session by reading, checking your notes and files, and the like, as long as you have time and access to reasonable and relevant resources.
Pillars of Sanity:
- Anything that can be written down can be understood
- The social fabric provides shelter from the storms of life
- God’s physical landscape of beauty and goodness
Sources of Stability:
- Travis, your opportunistic publisher.
- Micah, your brother.
- Cromwell, your aging mentor, an author of popular fiction.
Accounting 0, Anthropology 1, Archaeology 1,
Architecture* 2, Art History 1, Biology 0, Cthulhu Mythos 0, Cryptography 1,
Geology 0, History* 2, Languages* 2 (French, Spanish), Law 0,
Library Use* 4, Medicine 0, Occult* 2, Physics 0, Theology 0
Assess Honesty* 2, Bargain 0, Bureaucracy 0,
Cop Talk 0, Credit Rating 1, Flattery* 2, Interrogation 0,
Intimidation 0, Oral History* 2, Reassurance 1, Streetwise 0
Art* 2 (writing, drawing), Astronomy 0, Chemistry 0,
Craft 0, Evidence Collection 0, Forensics 0, Locksmith 0,
Outdoorsman 0, Pharmacy 0, Photography* 2
Athletics 2, Conceal 3, Disguise 0, Driving 0,
Electrical Repair 2, Explosives 0, Filch 4, Firearms 1,
First Aid 0, Fleeing 6, Health 8, Hypnosis 0,
Mechanical Repair 4, Piloting 0, Preparedness 0,
Psychoanalysis 4, Riding 4, Sanity 10, Scuffling 1,
Sense Trouble 6, Shadowing 0, Stability 10, Stealth 4, Weapons 4
It started as a joke, really. Books about the supernatural and the occult — readers would just eat them up. Mix a few folk tales, your mom’s superstitions, and the tiniest bit of research, and you were writing one best seller after the next. You never claimed they were to be taken seriously. And then the correspondence started happening. Readers began writing letters to you by the truckload, so convinced that you held a kernel of truth about the afterlife or South American curses. They believed you. They corroborated your stories with anecdotes of their
own. Of course you always took them at face value; you didn’t want to insult them. And they weren’t all children or particularly simple. Graduate students — even professors — started quoting you in their papers. You started to believe you were on to something. What’s more: you couldn’t really prove you were wrong. Someone in a newspaper called you the leading authority on mysticism the other day. There’s no going back now.
Although you have an unfettered and romantic imagination, you are uncomfortable in most social situations, with increasing discomfort arising from increasing formality. You take your social cues from those you admire intellectually, which does not always advance your best interests and probably explains your spinsterhood. Even so, you spend little time
worrying about your social status, because time spent away from your writing and correspondence is all too often time wasted.