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  • Azazoth PCs – Choura Ilianovich

    Choura comes from a wealthy and
    noble family and married to an distant relative of Nicals II. He was
    quite an oddball for a man of his stature, His talents as a sharpshooter
    were unmatched, and he spend long stroll through Siberia honing his
    hunters skills. His deep and powerful voice allowed him to perform on
    several occasions in various Operas all around the world. Thus it was
    easy for him to fled with his family the dreaded events of 1917. They
    ended in New Orleans, and by a strange twist of fate, became involved in
    a occult event that changed forever the way, tying his fate to another
    man…

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
    Player Character from finished Call of Cthulhu Campaign : The Azazoth Offspring

  • New-York, Juju Boutique, January 1925

    The article of James Benneth was aimed to create a little confusion in Harlem. Just a dirty paper in a tabloid, who would care ?
    The
    peoples of Harlem care. A lot. What was aimed to be a simple police
    raid became a risky expedition right in a middle of racial riots never
    seen before. Nonetheless, the evidences were too strong and the raid had
    to be done.

    Against all odds, it went smoothly. Two police cars
    full of strong young officers put Silas N’Kwane, the boutique owner, in
    custody and found the secret entrance to the cave under the rug. Then
    all hell break loose. The cultists viciously ambushed the men outside,
    while screeches and howls came from below. Some of them definitely not
    human. The policemen were well armed and easily dispatched the cultists,
    All but one : Mukunga, the leader, wouldn’t fall. He took so many
    bullets and still won’t die. He sliced William and Franck with his
    pronga, chocked Donald to death, without so much as a flinch on his
    face, and keeps walking, unfaded by the rain of bullets.

    Caught
    in the boutique between the massive murdered and the hellish howls from
    the hole, the men began to panic. Clip after clip, they emptied all
    their weapons, screaming in disbelief :

    – “Why won’t you DIE !?”

    Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook with a touch of color pencils
           
           

  • Boston, January 1925.

    Since
    the Juju Boutique incident, James was not the same anymore. Now and
    then, entire part of his memories went blank. And during these
    black-out, it was as if someone, or something, took control of his body and do things. Bad things.
    The strange dreams keeps coming and sometimes he heard a familiar voice
    behind him. He took a trip to Boston, to resource himself, but only
    manage to burn his contacts. Now’s the time to make low profile.

    He had the choice : discard the clues he witnessed in his madness and be freed from the black stain.
    Or get all the clues and mysteries but get to be the host of the dark spirit of Silas N’Kwane.

    Does truth always prevails over his own life ? Over the lifes of others ?

    pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook with a touch of color pencils