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  • Just a maid, ep 22: Give it back!

    – Take that! and that!
    *muffled cawing and wood slicing noises*
    – That letter is not for you!

    Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook for Just a Maid, a story about Martha, maid in a strange house

  • Sentient rocks

    There was once a magician and a druid, crossing the mountains of Everwhite.
    They carried with them some fine kegs of dwarven ale, of which they drank profusely. Utterly and completely drunk, they started showing off each other their magic prowess. Stuttered arcane spells and misnamed Mother Nature’s cantrips mixed together nicely, and thus the Sentients Rocks were created. Once sober, ashamed of what they did, the two magic users left the place and never returned.

    The rocks just stood there, quite confused. They rarely if ever talks, looking at you with candid eyes.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook  

  • Mushroom guy

    After turning to the right before the chasm and following for a while the tunnel with the greenish moss on it, you enter a cave lighted by luminous fungus growing on the walls. Initially startled by your sudden arrival, a strange looking fellow wearing a hat in the shape of a giant mushroom. You talk with him for a while and he explain to you he lives here and made a living selling his production. Sadly, he don’t know about the amulet of Yendor nor the location of the entrance to the Gehemon as he rarely leave his cave and fears sunlight.

    Before you take your leave, he offers to sell you some mushrooms. He have meal made from mushrooms, luminescent mushroom to light the way and even poisonous ones.

    – If you buy a luminous mushroom for 10 gp, type “Light”
    – If you buy a poisonous mushroom for 5 gp, type “Poison”
    – If you buy a Mushroom Delicacy meal for 2 gp, type “Small Meal”
    – If you buy a Mushroom Extravaganza meal for 20 gp, type “Big Meal”
    – If you leave without buying anything, type “Leave”
    – If you draw your sword and attack the poor fellow, type “Bully”

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Happy face

    We’re told that appearances are deceiving.
    We think our decisions are based on reason
    So why do we put our fake smiley face on
    instead showing our true dark feelings ?

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook.

  • Lone twisted tree

    Lone tree, twisted, bad proportioned and without coherent background.
    i like the texture, but failed the composition. Need to work harder !

    Ink brush on A6 sketchbook

  • Stranded flutist

    The flutist has played for eons
    To calm the Sultan of Demons
    Or so it seems, no time here,
    No place either, so crowded

    So when came the feeble call
    from a teeny tiny blue ball
    It came and eat profusely
    And now wanders aimlessly

    Ink brush on A6 sketchbook

  • Windwood

    “Oh when the windwalker
     carries some water
    Oh when he give birth
     with some good earth
    To the woodwind
     Floating in between
    At the crossroads
     We’ll find your hold”

    – Old Merchant folk song

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
    Gift for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG

  • Elder Sign

    The shovel hit something soft. Abermal stopped the other, got on his knees and started to dig with his bare hands, slowly revealing the buried torso of a men. Ed was confused, he had been hired to dig a gate, not a corpse. Not that was against the few and sparse remaining principles he had, but he would have like to know beforehand. Not the same price.
    As the professor slowly unearthing the corpse, Ed saw chains and rags. The body was completely mummified, and that was curious. It should have decomposed in this soil. Ed dropped himself on a nearby stone, lit a fig and let the professor do the work. He could hear him mumbling to himself.
    – “Careful, careful…What a cautious fellow we have here… tatoo? smart! …very smart indeed, Sir Pilcevot…”
    Ed forced himself not to look. If they was restrains, this fellow has not departed in a pleasant way. The eyes were the worst, Couldn’t bear them. The professor was completely and utterly absorbed by his task. Ed wondered if he could sneak away now the digging was done. His first plan was to stay a while and require a couple of quids to cover the grave, but now…  
    – “So the guardian was indeed the gate. Poor knight… The legends were both true then! He did get corrupted by the old ones AND manage to stop them entering our world. Someone must have buried him alive to do so, while the evil has engulfed him. And of course, tatoo him with the Elder Sign to kept the evil from leaking out…”
    The professor went silent. for a while. Ed took the time to shake the dirt on his legs. then throw away the consumed fig.
    – “Yer okay in there prof ?”
    – “No.”
    – “Beg perdon ?”
    – “No, that’s not okay. The sign’s broken. Your shovel must have…”
    – “Must have what ? Yer should have warn me bout that, y’know. Sooo… Need help move this fellow ?”
    – “Run.”
    – “Wha ?”
    – “RUN YOU FOOL!”

    For hector111
    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Bad dreams

    – Oh uncle. I’m so glad to see you!
    – ‘evening son
    – I must ask you for help. Would you kindly listen to me?
    – Sure, son!
    – I kept dreaming of a titanic figure, truly a god. Each night, over and over. At first it was blurred and vague. And now it is clearer and clearer each night.  Last was the worst! it saw me! And then it made a gesture.
    – Oh my! That is quite terrifying.
    – I’m scared. What can I do? I’m afraid to fell asleep again.
    – But you are dreaming dear.
    – oh…
    – like, right now. Remember, son: I died three years ago.
    – no…nononoNONONONONOWGAWD!

    ink brush doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Still growing myself

    Reading new books, learning new skills,
    Polishing my mind by testing new things
    One must not let his spirit withering
    and always be climbing the hills.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook