Astanael

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  • A new face

    Here’s a new face, brother. A new identity. Be proud. Wear it. Soon you’ll have more.
    Use it wherever you want but here. For we are the Faceless, and we don’t care for trinkets.

    /* Pencil doodle on A5 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A5 */
    /* Ma nouvelle face sur Mastodon : mastodon.social/@astanael */

    Voici ta nouvelle face mon frère. Une nouvelle identité. Porte-la avec fierté. Bientôt tu en auras d’autres.
    Fait-en ce que voudras, mais prends garde de ne pas la porter ici. Nous sommes les Sans-visages et n’avons que faire d’oripeaux.      

  • Bubbles Eyed Tea

    Bubbles Eyed Tea

    And now a word from our sponsor:

    “ Tired of the same old drinks? Want to try something new and different? Something that will twist your brain upside down?
    Then you’re in luck! Come and try our brand new Bubbles Eyed Tea!
    Approved the city council chairman of R’lyeh, the Great Cthulhu itself, Bubbles Eyed Tea is guaranteed sanity free!
    Available in every non-euclidean locations. Ask your local cults ! ”

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook. Warning, consumption of Bubbles Eyed Tea may cause nausea, allergic reaction, massive hemorrhages, self-inflicted blunt force trauma and induced psychosis.

    ***

    Et maintenant un mot de notre sponsor :

    “ Marre des boissons ringardes de papy ? Envie de découvrir un truc chanmé ? Qui te mettra la tête à l’envers ?
    Alors t’es en veine, car voici le tout nouveau Bubble Tea Oculaire !
    Approuvé par le Président du Conseil de la cité de R-lyeh, le Grand Cthulhu lui-même, le Bubble Tea Oculaire est garanti sans une once de bon sens !
    Disponible dans toutes les boutiques non euclidiennes, demande à ton chef de culte local.
    Le nouveau Bubble Tea Oculaire, ça déchire ta race ! ”

    Criterium sur carnet A6. Attention, la consommation de bubble tea oculaire peut provoquer nausées, réactions allergiques, auto mutilations et psychoses sévères.

  • Still growing myself

    Reading new books, learning new skills,
    Polishing my mind by testing new things
    One must not let his spirit withering
    and always be climbing the hills.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Just a maid, ep.11 : The new dress

    – Do you like the color?
    – Oooh Martha, this is splendid, I love it !
    – I’m glad you like it. Would you like the same floral pattern too ?
    – Yeas please ! Oh it’s been so long since I had a new dress. I’m delighted !

    Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook for Just a Maid, a story about Martha, maid in a strange house

  • Terror on the Orient-Express
    A New player

    January the 6, 1923, Lausanne.
    06:45 am.

    Upon descending the Orient-Express, a cold fog grasped the four friends. pushing them to an open cafe just near the station. The bartender let them stack their heavy pile of luggage in a corner while waiting for the Grand Hotel carrier. They ordered a large breakfast, complete with chocolate dipped croissants, milked cafe, tea and a huge assortment of sweets and little Swiss chocolate squares. This warm and cozy pause is much welcome after such a journey, and the silence of morning in Lausanne was a bliss after the loud aver lasting ambient noise of the train.

    Aaah silence thought Henry… only troubled by the delicate tingling of faience, the song of a lonely bird and the strident screeches of car tires drifting upon snowed pavement.

    From across the place, a vehicle suddenly appears, coming from one the adjacent streets, probably leading down to the Lake. The car literally jumped in the air, and flew for what seemed an eternity before landing brusquely and starting drifting, closing in dangerously to the cafe, only stopping just a few meters before reaching the vitrine.

    Cihat was already up and ready to drag Choura away, when he felt the tight grip of the old russian on his arm. Choura was livid, and so was Carl. They were both looking intensely at the conductor of that just stepped outside of his vehicle.

    – Oscar ? He’s alive !? How could it be ?
    – No, that’s not him. Maybe… James ? His brother, the race pilot ? Oscar told me once about him, but how… ?

    The newcomer went straight for them, his fist tightly clenched. Behind him, the car was still smoking and clanking. On the passenger seat, what seemed like the real owner was livid and still hanging onto his seat as if his life depended on it. Something told Carl James Couteau has not bought the official story of the Lhassa meteor that cost the life of Oscar. This will be a hard and long talk. 

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
    Excerpt from the Terror on the Orient-Express Chaosium Call of Cthulhu RPG campaign