Werewolf the Forsaken - Rulebook.pdf

(48056 KB) Pobierz
6757869 UNPDF
6757869.023.png
6757869.024.png 6757869.025.png
A S T O R Y T E L LING G A ME
OF S A V A G E F UR Y
W EREWOLF CREATED BY M ARK R EIN •H AGEN
6757869.026.png
Fresh Meat
Four people who weren’t human stood in a circle in a brick cellar buried
deep in the heart of the city. They congregated around a stone bowl,
inlaid with mother of pearl and resting on a wrought-iron stand, from
which the only light in the room emanated. Crystal-clear water stood
in the bowl, and blue flame danced on the water’s surface, painting
the four people’s faces in odd, unnatural light. Each person
dipped a finger into the water
and touched a drop of it to his
or her forehead before the
eldest among them spoke.
Prologue:
6757869.001.png
“He might be ready,” that one said. “They’re getting closer and paying him more
mind. If he’s ready, we need to be ready too.”
“So get on with it,” the man across the flame from the eldest said,
standing with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets.
“Give us what we need.”
“That’s what we’re here for,” the eldest
growled. He looked to the auburn-haired woman
standing at his left — a striking creature in the
clothes of a nightclub predator. “Knife.”
The woman held up and clicked open a switchblade,
and the eldest took it. He held the blade in the blue
flame for a moment, inspected its edge, then opened his mouth wide. In one quick draw,
he sliced a shallow line across his tongue and then pressed the flat of the blade into the
blood that welled up from the cut. He then handed it to the auburn-haired woman. Her
nostrils flared over the blood as she took the knife, and she touched her tongue to the
crimson fluid before passing it over to the next person in the circle. In moments, all four
people had done the same, and the eldest among them held the knife again. He wiped the
blade on the cuff of his denim jacket before folding the knife closed and handing it back to
its owner.
“Now you know what I know,” he said, looking the other three in the eye one by one.
“Let’s go.”
• • •
I should get out of here, Mark thought, staring out the subway window into the rolling
darkness. The rhythmic rocking of the empty car had lulled him into a half-doze, and that
sort of state usually pulled back the curtain on how unhappy he’d become living in the city.
He had nothing specific to complain about — secure job, decent dating prospects, never
been mugged — but still, he was far from home, had no true close friends, and things had
gotten strange lately. He scratched idly at the bandage wrapped around his right hand
from where something in the park had spooked his dog, charged him and taken a chunk
out of him before running off. Doctor had said he didn’t have rabies or any other sort of
infection, but it was still a damn weird, random thing to happen in a city park. And he’d
been seeing… things before and since then. Things that made him wonder if maybe this
life was a dream from which he needed to wake up. Things he didn’t like to think about.
When the subway finally ground to a halt, Mark got up and headed for the door, only
to find a woman standing in his way outside. She seemed just as surprised as he was, but
her nostrils flared and a light seemed to go on behind her eyes. The woman smiled at him,
and Mark couldn’t help but smile back. He also couldn’t help but glance down at her,
6757869.002.png 6757869.003.png 6757869.004.png 6757869.005.png 6757869.006.png 6757869.007.png 6757869.008.png 6757869.009.png 6757869.010.png 6757869.011.png 6757869.012.png 6757869.013.png 6757869.014.png 6757869.015.png 6757869.016.png 6757869.017.png 6757869.018.png 6757869.019.png 6757869.020.png 6757869.021.png 6757869.022.png

Plik z chomika:

Inne pliki z tego folderu:

Inne foldery tego chomika:

Zgłoś jeśli naruszono regulamin