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  • High Priestess of Cthulhu

    Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph’nglui mglw’nfah Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!

    Speaking
    about the Elder Gods Tarot, the project is still under way, but not
    abandoned ! Coincidently, it happens I get a similar commission that I
    must finish before completing the tarot. The prototype has been
    designed, all cards drawn and template had been set up. Minor
    adjustments and coloring are all that’s left. Soon you’ll be able to
    contemplate the Cosmic Horror of the Old Ones in a playable form.

    ‘though
    I still need to ask to Chaosium if it’s all right to distribute it “as
    is”. Lovecraft is public domain, but I’m not sure about the others,
    especially the Sandy Petersen’s take on it. Anyhow, that’s just looses
    ends I need to tidy up.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook, by Ko-fi request for KhurtKhave
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  • Alice found a chainsaw

    Stories can shapeshift, they are multiples.
    In
    this Wonderland, Alice have had enough of the Hearth’s Queen
    shenanigans. She found a chainsaw, some combat boots, and started
    hacking her way through the Queen’s gardens, to the delight of the
    Cheshire puss.
    – “Told you, you are quite mad too…”

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook, by Ko-fi request for KhurtKhave 
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  • Gravity falls – Poor raccoon

    I always wondered : what has became of theses poor little guys in the finale of Gravity falls ?They were not part of the throne, so… were they dump somewhere ?

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Keep Flying !

    Seasoned fighter, experienced flyer,
    Like no one else, smooth wit’ words,
    Ya cunnin’ fox ! I dare ya to do better,
    Keep flying you landless lord !

    With an angel and the epic traveler,
    Yer not wandering, but exploring,
    For that I respect thee, you scoundrel,
    You magnificent bastard, keep flying !

    Pencil doodle on A5 sketchbook, textured for a thank-you card to a dear friend.

  • Wind and smokes

    The spell worked just fine. Not only she could breathe easily among
    the sulfurous fumes, but she won’t even be incommoded by the smell. Her
    progression was slow, her path always bloked by the hot natural
    chimneys of this land. To her knowledge, no humans made up this far.

    She
    was close, she could feel it. Soon she will be the first to discover
    the final destination of the Everwind, at the very center of the Land of
    Fire.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • The Masks of Nyarlathotep – Infiltration of the Misr Mansion

    Somewhere on the swamps of the North Sea, England, February 21, 1925

    Sean was leading the newly formed squad of ne’er-do-well
    through the swamps. Cautiously, they avoided getting to far off the
    road, and thanks to the moonlight, managed to close up to the Misr
    Mansion without triggering any alarm. There was a sentinel at the gate,
    but luckily, it was snoring loudly. They managed to dispose of him
    swiftly. Martin was behind, and Sean knew he had called the fuzz for
    backup. They had now only a few hours before the place become too
    crowded. The lieutenant hadn’t spoke a single intelligible word since
    then, always mumbling in some strange dialect Sean coudn’t recognize.
    He thoughts were tense, but clear : “Hang on Yasmina, I’m coming for ya !”

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
    Excerpt from an ongoing run of Call of Cthulhu Campaign : The Masks of Nyarlathotep (London chapter)

  • Mermay – The deep friend

    Mermay is coming to an end, so this is my last minute submission to an overall quite pleasant event.

    Starry
    Crown has a secret. She knows a spell that no other seapony knows. She
    learned it by listening to the songs of the deep sea, but she’s afraid
    to tell the others, for they would find it quite silly to hear voices
    from the abysses. There is no pony there !

    They
    are right. But when she cast the magic spell, when she chant it in this
    old and forgotten tongue, then a beautiful orb of light appears.And when she goes to the verge of the deep seas, near the precipice, then it appears. Massive, scaly and strong tentacles emerge from the darkness, attracted by the strange light of the Orb. At first it seems scary, but she knows it is quite playful, tender and funny.

    That is Starry’s friend from the deep. Remember : it’s a secret !

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Mermay – The deep friend

    Mermay is coming to an end, so this is my last minute submission to an overall quite pleasant event.

    Starry
    Crown has a secret. She knows a spell that no other seapony knows. She
    learned it by listening to the songs of the deep sea, but she’s afraid
    to tell the others, for they would find it quite silly to hear voices
    from the abysses. There is no pony there !

    They
    are right. But when she cast the magic spell, when she chant it in this
    old and forgotten tongue, then a beautiful orb of light appears.And when she goes to the verge of the deep seas, near the precipice, then it appears. Massive, scaly and strong tentacles emerge from the darkness, attracted by the strange light of the Orb. At first it seems scary, but she knows it is quite playful, tender and funny.

    That is Starry’s friend from the deep. Remember : it’s a secret !

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Bakeneko

    The sword is just lying there, on the table.

    You
    want it. You know all about its exquisite craftsmanship, sturdiness and
    magic nature just by the way it looks. You can already imagine its
    weight in you hand, and feel the faint aura of consciousness emanating
    from it.What you can’t figure out is the two-tailed cat. You
    know he (or she ?) only pretend to not noticing you by looking intensely
    at the sword too. Magical, creature, surely. Maybe ethereal, maybe a
    manifestation of the sword ? You fail to guess any intents or motives
    from it.
    Will you dare ?

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Orient-Express – Heated discussion in Paris

    Paris, a café near the National Library, 1923, January the 15th,

    Choura
    was extremely nervous. This café was a gathering point for socialists
    wannabe and left-wing extremists. Not the kind of place you expect to
    visit when you are from Russian nobility. He took a glance at Carl,
    which was quietly drawing on the small and crowded table. Several people
    of the café were looking at him go, steadily outlining the various
    monument of Paris on his sketchbook with a precision that only
    architects could have had.
    The real center of attention
    was Cihat, which was engaged in an oratory duel with some agitated young
    men in a very heated discussion about the importance of a central
    figure of authority in an ideal government. The young turk was brilliant,
    methodically disconstructing his opponent argument one after the other.
    His passionated voice were captivating the audience which was listening
    closely an epic verbal joute. Henry unsuccessfully tried to stop them.
    They had very pressing matters at hand and a lot of research to do. This
    was no time to convert a gathering of socialists  into a pro-authoritarian aficionados of the old Ottoman empire !

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
    Excerpt from an ongoing run of the “Terror on the Orient-Express” Campaign of Call of Cthulhu RPG