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That is our soul. Our choice.
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Masks of Nyarlathotep – Interview with sir Edward Gavigan
London, upstairs the residence of Shirley Greengrass, February the 28th, England.
Upon
hearing the indecent proposition of Awnya, Sir Gavigan repressed a
smile. He quickly calculate than the nubile young women before him must
be seventeen yeas old at most. Is this a trap ? Is this way for her to
lure him somewhere to discuss matters more privates ? He couldn’t deny
his desires but he certainly could dominate himself.The
old Crowley is a fool. But a smart one. He did led the Golden dawn to
its today’s demise, and had access to numerous artifacts he would kill
for. The three sisters were rumored to have immense powers, and quite
the large number of followers. An offer from one of them is not
something to take lightly.He reached the glass
doors of the library, opened it and tip the “dragonflies phylotaxonomia”
volume. Then he proceed to rotate the furniture to reveal a small
cabinet, with a secretaire, a comfortable armchair and wall covered in
leather-bound books.– Please, follow me. Let my old pal rest. He won’t notice, I assure you.
He
went inside the small cabinet. He knew about the exotic tastes of the
old Shirley, and if he remembers correctly… ah, here it is. Indeed,
the last row of books are all fakes. Inside, no more entomology
researches, by depiction of mature women, bound in strange apparatus of
leather and steel. each position more twisted than the other… A
connoisseur indeed.Holding the book high,
he started flip the pages. This was more to give himself a composure
than anything. Awnya sat in the armchair, to the amusement of Sir
Gavigan. If only the old Greengrass were sane enough to realize there is
a beautiful young woman sitting in the very place he yanked him so much
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Excerpt from an ongoing run of the “Mask of Nyarlathotep” campaign for the Chaosium “Call of Cthulhu” RPG -
Playing Skopa Draconis
My big project didn’t sell as I hope it would. I only made less than ten sells.
If you have some dimes in store, please considerate helping a poor independent artist by bringing him joy and delight !
> What is it : Skopa Draconis
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Hear ye ! Hear ye !
Drum roll…
It is hereby forbidden
to steal, accumulate or otherwise monopolize the attention of large
groups of people by making public statement of no interest. Culprits
will be drummed to deafness.Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
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Theater of life
Life is but a dream, you know ? It’s never ending.
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The Left Arm of Sedefkar Simulacrum
Poissy, January the 23th, France
Cihat
tied the rope around his belly an bravely move towards the light at the
end of the tunnel. After all, what could be worse than the content of
theses cells ? Carl said the foundations were extremely robust, Choura
was firmly gripping the rope at the other end and Henry… Well Henry
did what he could to not run away.
It was
gorgeous and eerie. The wall of the final cave was covered with roses,
faintly glowing of multiples hues. Spiked vines were crawling all
around, intertwined with several decayed corpses and skeletons. Some
grew in the skulls orbits, others were blooming inside a ribcage. a
thick and dark sap were dripping from the vine, covering the floor and
releasing some kind of fumes or dark vapors which was swirling around
his feet.At the middle of thins hellish
mural, was glowing the the arm of a statue. They knew they have found
the left arm of the Simulacrum of Sedefkar.Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Excerpt from an ongoing run of the “Terror on the Orient Express” campaign for Chaosium “Call of Cthulhu” RPG. -
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