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  • Our Lord and Savior the Great Cthulhu

    I tried to draw something different, starting with simples lines.

    And then.. tentacles !

    Pencil doodle for 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)

  • 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

  • The Simulacrum of Sedefkar

    London, Somewhere in Cheapside, January 1923

    Struggling
    to sit up, the Professor gave up and stayed lying in his bed, forcing
    the others to gather and lay upon him to hear him talk. Well… more a
    faint raspy whispering than his usual brilliants speeches.
    – I
    won’t.. I can’t chat longly with you. The pain… Listen… Listen the
    last wish of a dying man. I was tracking an ancient artifact named the
    Simulacrum of Sedefkar, that was broken into pieces at the end of the
    eighteenth century and dispersed through all Europe. It is a statue with
    powers. Real powers ! I need you to find it.
    – Will it help to heal you ?
    – No ! NO ! Smith coughed. I want you to destroy it !

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

  • Orient-Express – The Maudslay Collection

    London, British Museum, January 1923

    – And now gentlemen, it’s time for our Pièce de Resistance !
    Julius
    Smith took a dramatic pause, then unveil a massive statue of a woman
    with a delicately chiseled head of a cat. The audience gasped as they
    saw the eyes of the statue shining brightly, giving life to what was
    with no doubt the pinnacle of the exposition.
    – I present you
    Bubastis ! Excavated from what we though was a simple mastaba in 1882
    during the Maudslay expedition, this was in fact the central piece of an
    ancient temple dedicated to the well-known cat goddess, also known as
    Bastet.
    The professor kept going on about the probable significance
    and datation of the statue. Choura and Cihat listened patiently but Carl
    was intrigued by the brilliance of the opal eyes. Moving around, he
    soon discovered the reason of his fascination : theses stone were not
    crimped, they were natively included into the rock the statue’s head was
    sculpted from ! Theses eyes were two polished and connected outcrops of
    one big chunk of chalcedony.

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