The sound of the motor fades and the swell left in its wake subsides. Now where was that journal entry. Chambers shuffles through a table full of notes, books and newspaper clippings until Ah here it is. Pulling up a photo copy of a journal entry he cross references the claims with a list of obituaries from the newspapers for the date and the information from the grave stone.

chambers researches to determine if the subject is part of the family tree he is currently focused on. Int 3, academics 2, Internet connection +1, access to a university library + 2. Poll = 8, Int + academics = 5 rolls on an extended action.

failure


4 successes


1 success


3 successes


3 successes


The swell of triumph. I Got you.

Pushing pages of notes and speculations aside he pulls out a leather-bound sketch book, flicking through a handful of family trees until he finds the one he’s looking for.
Selecting the right pencil for the job he scribes the name in its place and forges the lines that connect it to its fellows.

Crafts 2 dice, + dexterity 2 dice + high quality tools (Sketching kit) +1 dice (can roll 4 times derived from Attribute +Skill)
Difficulty -2 (No intricate calligraphy, just neat slightly embellished work)


Size 1: +1 (An A4 page)
Durability: 0 (Paper) +1
Target number: 2 successes

1 success


1 success


failure


3 successes


Total success = 5 (Target number exceeded)

The name forming on the page filled his vision, it might not be engraved yet, not the final name, but it had been rescued from the annals of time, from being forgotten and lost, all the same, the sense of purpose filled him, even something so small reclaimed, the sacrosanct nature of his task filled him with drive and purpose. No one knew, nothing gained but this is what he was here to do, this is how he fought back. The sound of the graphite layers marking the page amplified by his focus sounded an echo of his chisel, the grey line a road leading now just a little further than it did the day before.

Sitting back, he felt the weight of focus lift from his shoulders, the glow of pride and accomplishment settled him his chest. Catching sight of his watch he starts, time has got away from him again standing he braces against the inner hull wall and moves over to his waiting backpack, placing the Sketch pad inside, and his robes atop if for padding, he shoulders the bulging bag and fishes his bike off the floor. Heading out and locking up behind him. Standing on the quay, he takes a moment to steady himself, before pushing off, the destination the Theonom in Redding had given, clearly in mind. He was heading to the circle of creation.