Archive for March, 2018
“The dark form ran toward him with incredible swiftness. When it came near he saw that there was a kind of face on the squat ebon body, low down amid the several-jointed legs. The face peered up with a weird[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Hungry, it waits.From dreams it cameSilently it waitsChaugnar Faugn its name. Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones series for an upcoming Elder Gods Tarot project:
Having decided that listening all day long to celestial music is quite silly, they decided to cut themselves from the main Isle and go their own way.No kender allowed aboard. Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Severn Valley, England 1924 Willhem has always been wary of the swamp behind the hills. Sighting of strange lights at night, unsolved disappearances and the general creepiness of the place kept on alert all senses of the locals. So when[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…