Trods often look similar to their real-world counter­ parts, but sometimes they keep to an older, often dated or even demolished appearance. In the real world, a circle of standing stones may have long since fallen, weathered, and sunken into the dirt. In the Trod, the circle stands painted and vibrant, with moss teasing at its toes and its crisp edges shine in the golden sun.

For historians, these sorts of Trods are invaluable. Stories are one thing, but living them is a whole different layer of knowledge. By seeing and touching long-dead things the way they were when they stood on the Earth, a historian can garner an insight with only her own biases. Unfortunately for the would-be relic hunter, anything removed from a Trod quickly breaks down into cobwebs, dust, teeth, and other assorted strangeness within minutes. Reality doesn’t welcome the stuff of the fae. Even if a Garou takes a camera into the Trod and photographs what she finds, the photograph will garble and warp outside the Trod’s bounds. The few Garou

who have used rites, Gifts, and other spiritual tricks to preserve the remnants of a Trod find little luck. Everything breaks down. Awful coincidences happen nearby. Plants die. People have accidents. Homes catch fire.

This also pertains to spirit life. Long-lost spirits some­ times stay immortalized in Trods. The nature of the Trod preserves them, and replenishes them if destroyed, but means that they can never leave.