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Theater of life

Life is but a dream, you know ? It’s never ending.

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

07/09/2018

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.

06/09/2018

Throw me the ball

No take. Only throw !

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

05/09/2018

Octoswing

What can I say, I really like drawing Octopii.

Weeeeee !

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

02/09/2018

Ms.Bunny – Plushie Doctor

Consultations are now open !

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

01/09/2018

Fishing in the snow

Severn Valley, February the 27th, England.

Ed
was drunk. Not ordinary drunk, but reaaally over-the-top kind of drunk.
This discussion and planning with all this gibberish about sorcerers
and Gavigan, and Penhew and stuff left him so bored he discretely went
to the secretaire, picked the lock, and snatch a bottle of whiskey.
Little he know ‘tis was no run-off-the-mill bottle, it was a 300 £
Master of Malt brand. Ed was not used to such fine beverage and emptied
the bottle in a few sips while the gang were plotting. And his mind wend
blurry. Deciding to let the plotting and talking to Sean, he went outside
to find girls. In his confused mind, the proximity of the lake, and the
need for fresh air led him to go and try fishing girls. Literally. So
he found a long stick, a thread and some panties and went outside. In
the snow. He climbed the wall, ignoring Asogwe the hougan which was being
devoured by some trees, and went to the lake.

There
was already a fisherman there. With some nice bait in his pocket Ed
tried to snitch. But the fisherman slap him on the wrist, though he
didn’t seem to mind Ed presence and confusing chatting.

–
Y’ know wha ? yer a good lis’ner. I like ya ! Sorry for tryin’ ta
snitching yer baits, mate. Mind if I tag along to fish wi’t ya ?

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Excerpt from an ongoing run of the “Mask of Nyarlathotep” campaign for the Chaosium “Call of Cthulhu” RPG

31/08/2018