Harry Patterson

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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

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Investigator History

Income & Savings

ome $7500sh on Hand

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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

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Adventuring Gear & Possessions

Entities Encountered



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.



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]

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