Project Consequences – Orcs 01
Série d’esquisses pour un projet en cours de world building.
Nom de code : Conséquences.
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Series of sketches for a world-building project.
Codename: Consequences.
Tag: character
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Project Consequences – Dwarves 03
Série d’esquisses pour un projet en cours de world building.
Nom de code : Conséquences.***
Series of sketches for a world-building project.
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WizzzRRRzzzard
He pretends to conceptualize obscures arcane stuff and meditate…
But his snoring gives him away.***
Il prétend conceptualiser ses arcanes et méditer…
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Jumping into the Vortex
Make a step, take a jump
Into the great Vortex
Don’t be shy, not a lump,
Dare to face what is next?***
Prends l’élan, saute dedans,
Plonge dans le grand Vortex
C’est très simple, pas complexe
N’hésite pas, en avant ! -
Bear Shaman
Come. Come and enter the tent. Breathe the fumes. Do not mind the animals, they’re here to guide and protect you. So your spirit can wander in peace.
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Venez. Venez et entrez dans la tente. Respirez la fumée. Ne vous inquietez pas pour les animaux, ils sont la pour vous guider, pour protéger votre esprit alors qu’il voyagera hors de son corps.
Pencil on A6 sketchbook / Porte-mine sur carnet A6
Man! Getting back to pensil after all this ink is hard. -
Inktober 2019 – 17 – Ornament
After all these years of tedious enchanting,
With all the sacrifices and offerings,
With all these charms and ornaments and magic things,
She hoped to be free from Death, but It’s still creeping***
Après toutes ces années passées à enchanter,
Après tous ces sacrifices, offerts sans relâche,,
Avec tous ces charmes et ces ornements sacrés,
Elle pensait échapper à la Mort, mais hélas…Inktober 2019 – Cultists Edition
Ink brush on A6 sketchbook / Encre au pinceau sur Carnet A6
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Player Character – Paris Greengrass
Hogwarts School for Talented Wizards, September 2001
Paris is quite talented with music. His extraordinary voice makes him able to captivate a crowd like no one else, gently stroking his lyre to produce the most wonderful melodies. He’s just a first year student, and yet his golden hair and angelic face are known to many. In addition to the music club, he’s also in the duel club, which is quite strange considering how strongly he abhors dirt and filth. Only his closest friends knows why he would do such a thing.
At the request of his uncle, he’s now studying to be a full fledged wizard. He was even gifted with an auto-sorting briefcase. He really wishes to study in peace and having a uneventful scholarship, but it seems his destiny is tightly tied to unraveling the secrets lurking behind the doors and hearts here in Hogwarts. The dark years has left some deep scars, ones that will take a strong will to heal…
Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6
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École Poudlard pour Sorciers Talentueux, Septembre 2001
Paris a un don pour la musique. Quand il caresse sa fidèle lyre et chante de sa voix extraordinaire, il est capable de captiver les foules. Bien qu’il ne soit qu’un première année, sa chevelure d’or et son visage angélique sont déjà connus de beaucoup. En sus du club de musique, il s’est également inscrit au club de Duel, ce qui est étrange vu son aversion pour la saleté et la sueur. Seuls ses amis proches connaissent la raison d’un tel choix.
A la requête de son oncle, il poursuis ses études de sorcier. Il a même reçu en ce sens une serviette à documents auto-classante. Il espère de tout coeur pouvoir effectuer ses études en paix, libre ensuite de pouvoir poursuivre sa musique, mais il semble que sa destinée soit intimement liées à la découverte des secrets les plus sombres de Poudlard. Les Années Noires ont laissées des cicatrices que seuls les coeurs les plus vaillants pourront guérir…
Player Character for Harry Potter RPG / Personnage joueur pour un JdR custom Harry Potter
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Scotman without a horse
“O Flower of Scotland
When will we see
Yer like again
That fought and died for
Yer wee bit Hill and Glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward’s Army
And sent him homewardTae think again”
– Flower of Scotland, Roy Williamson
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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” -
Terror on the Orient-Express
William WellingtonJanuary the 6th, 1923, Lausanne (Switzerland)
The door bell rang downstairs. Edward get up of his chair and said :
– Pleas excuse me for a moment, I was expecting someone that you might want to meet too. I’ll be right back.
The moment Edgar left the small and cumbered kitchen, a large man came in, opened a shelve, took a bottle and sat at the table. There was a long awkward silence, only ruptured by the noise of James that fled to the stairs, causing no reaction from the giant whatsoever.
Henry tried a “hello” and some other greetings, only getting back a long and uncomfortable blank stare. Choura joined in, but after a few pointless minutes of one-sided conversation there was still no response. The colossus took a notebook and painstakingly started to wrote some words, then proceeded to show them to Henry.“Today is good day. Hello. Nice to meat you.”
Henry shivers. Not because of the strange words, or the creepy typo. But because he saw now clearly the broken face of the giant as he lean into the faint light. Steel plaques hastily screwed to the skull, complete facial paralysis, deformed skull… He began to saw a story, the horrible tale of a victim of the great war, scorched by hellfire, shrapnel-mutilated and hastily repaired by a tired field surgeon in some god forsaken mud-filled trenches.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Excerpt from the Terror on the Orient-Express Chaosium Call of Cthulhu RPG campaign