I fought hard, battling demons and devil’s offspring
upon the plains of Hell where no one is watching
Each time I came victorious, again and again,
But why I feels like everything’s still the same ?
***
J’ai combattu démons et suppôts de Satan
Dans les plaines infernales, ou nul âme ne se rends
De chaque bataille, j’en suis sorti victorieux,
Alors dis moi, pourquoi rien ne change à mes yeux ?
Comfortably sitting, reading this in your chair,
You think Nature is a faraway, fragile child,
Wilderness is nearer than you think, just right there
Dark and scary things are still lurking, in the wild
***
Bien assis dans votre doux fauteuil, confortable,
Vous pensez la nature comme lointaine, chose fragile,
Elle est bien plus proche que ça de vous, indomptable,
Tapies dans les ombres, des horreurs rodent, noir périls
Inktober 2019 – Cultists Edition
Ink brush on A6 sketchbook / Encre au pinceau sur Carnet A6
Deep dark waters what are you hiding?
Underneath the waves what is it lurking?
I asked Urquhart’s ghost, he did not knew
He laughed at my face and away he flew.
***
Que cachez vous, sombres flots vivaces ?
Quels secrets rôdent sous votre surface ?
J’ai demandé à Urquhart, il n’a jamais su
Il m’a rit au nez et s’en est allé, le malotru.
– Tell you what mate, I recogn’. That’ is a damn strong one.
– Yer dare me for “the strongest coffee y’got” Here it is. Now drink it.
– Hugh… ok, Can I least get a fork?
***
– Ok Roger, t’as gagné. C’est bien le plus costaud que j’ai vu.
– Hé, fallait pas me défier de faire le café le plus fort du monde, mec. Bois-le maintenant.
– humph…. ok. J’peux avoir une fourchette au moins ?
A long time ago, the Dark Lord commissioned a new armor from the dwemer people. He wanted it to be dark, massive, spiky and sturdy enough to be able to withstand the blows of a dragon.
So they did.
The Dark Lord was furious, this armor was highly impractical. He could barely lift a sword or cast a spell. He wanted to take it off, but the armor was cursed !
He went to them for vengeance but could not enter their fortress for they corridors were quite narrow
The Dwemer are cautious people.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
The second plateau of the capital of the Dragonian Kingdom is filled with artisans, monks, samurais and priests. Every one of them is pursuing his kung-fu, that is not martial arts but the pursuing of mastery in a particular field of expertise. Light and shadows are clearly separated and yet always mixed.
Accessing the last plateau is quite difficult, for it is heavily guarded and fortified. Sometimes, Sakura petals from the ever-blooming cherry Tree of Life flies by. This is a common gift tourist get to catch upon visiting.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Commission for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG