Astanael

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  • Bazaar of nowhere

    Today’s too heavy, too sunny. Enclosed inside theses high wall, no wind that can reach us. So we sit behind our goods and we wait for a customer, a visitor, a thief… whatever you’ll be.
    There’s nowhere to go for us, we don’t exist in the outside world. Only necessity can reach us. We are nothing and we’ve got nothing but our goods, and we can’t even use them. They’re not needed at the moment. We’re helping each other, some brings iced tea. We share cushions. We share stories without words.

    Maybe, sometime in the future, you’ll take a right turn and come visit us at the bazaar of nowhere. We’ll have what you need.

    Maybe you’ll talk to us and give us substance ?

    So we can exist.

    /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mines sur carnet A6 */

    Aujourd’hui il fait trop lourd, trop chaud. Coincés entre ces hauts murs, la brise nous ignore. Alors on s’assoie derrière notre came et on attends… un client, un visiteur, un voleur… qui ou quoi que vous serez.
    Nous ne pouvons aller nulle part car nous ne sommes personne pour l’instant. Seul la nécessité peut nous atteindre. Nous ne sommes rien et n’avons rien que notre marchandise. Que nous ne pouvons même pas utiliser. Elle n’est pas nécessaire pour le moment. Alors on s’entraide, l’un nous apporte du thé glacé, d’autre des coussins. On s’invente des histoires sans un mot.

    Peut-être qu’un jour vous prendrez le bon tournant et nous rendrez visite au bazaar de nulle part. Nous aurons ce dont vous aurez besoin.

    Peut-être même que vous nous parlerez, nous donnant ainsi de la substance ?

    Et ainsi nous pourrons enfin exister.

  • Campaign “Shadows over Esteren”

    The Laochdrinn were a noble
    family from Baldh-Ruoch, Capital of the Reizh. Not a strong one, and
    quite young compared to the other branches but full of promises and
    excelling in the art of diplomacy. Edren was the eldest son, and his
    father Joachim did his best to give him the most complete education. He
    made it in the Sapience institution after doing his Ost, and learned
    Flux manipulation under the strict mentoring of the old Albus. Edren was
    doing well, learning fast and quite adept to build strong relationship
    with his fellow students with the help from his charming smile, which he
    got it from his mother Ellana, His twin brothers, Fredrich and Guivren,
    were still under tutoring, showing promises of a bright future and the
    youngest daughter, Guiniver, was destined to help the Laochdrinn form a
    strong alliance with the RochePiarde, one of the  most influent families
    of Baldh-Ruoch. He also took the strange habit of gathering every
    peeble, beedle of plant he found which has the slightest connexion to
    the Art of the Flux, the Occult or the Spirits.

    And then, they died.

    All
    but Edren perished during this fateful night. The family house was
    reduced to a smoldering pile of dust by the morning, consumed by a
    gigantic brasier. This was no ordinary fire. It didn’t emit heat and the
    strange, undefined color of the flames was definitively not something
    natural. Edren could do nothing but watch his life consume itself.
    Everything the fire touched was annihilated, even the water thrown by
    the bystander vaporized instantly. To this day, no one knows what
    happened, and why.

    As the eldest son, Edren was very self
    conscious of his responsibilities before the tragedy. In a instant, he
    lost everything. Father, mother, brothers and sister were no more. The
    two servants of the House, Janne and Lancet died too, and even his best
    friend from the university which was sleeping over : Oldelaf. Soon, the
    last peoples he knew cut their relationship with him. Rumors start
    spreading about malediction and ill omens, and soon, Edren became more
    and more isolated.

    Some would be destroyed forever.

    Not
    Edren. It took a while, but he bounce back. He quit the university, and
    began to make his living by gathering and selling what others cannot
    take the time to find : exotic plants,  location of unusual minerals,
    books and other “artefacts”. He takes pride in his ability to find what
    is rare and selling it to the right person. He made new friends and
    contacts. Life change a man, that is for sure, and Nowadays Edren is
    quite the opposite of Yesterday Edren. Since he lost everything, he
    began to ignoring the consequences of his acts more and more, to the
    point where he even endangers those who dare join him in one of his
    missions.

    He’s not reluctant to talk about the past, but is
    quick to change the subject. Even to those who know him for a while, the
    only sequel he kept from this tragedy is a persistent and violent
    phobia of fires.

    To be continued…