Master Grimaxi should be pleased. His apprentice is doing research on its own on advanced magic.
Yet, somehow, the said apprentice feels his last experiment on teleportation won’t get his master’s approval.
Maître Grimaxi devrait être ravi : Son apprenti fait de lui même ses propres recherches avancées de magie.Et pourtant, ledit apprenti a le sentiment que sa dernière expérimentation de téléportation n’est pas du gout de son maître.
By the power of Hlaf invested in my hands
Salt and flour, blended together, the ingredients
By the power of alchemia, I grant you life
I conjure yeast to activate and rise! Rise! RISE!
***
Par le savoir de Hlaf transmis jusqu’à moi
Vous, Sel, Eau et Farine, mélangés de mes doigts
Soyez maintenant un auquel je donne pouvoir
Et t’ordonne : lève-toi, Lève-toi ! LEVE-TOI !
Should I pipe? Should I tout?
To calm the earth’s fire
But playing this lil’ flute
doesn’t do shit either
***
Je joue du ptit flûtiau
Pour refroidir l’air chaud
Je ne fait que du vent
Autant péter dedans
Brother Andre wanted to prepare some elixir of second sight to help foresight the coming of the Great Old Ones. He found a recipe in some old books of the cult’s library, then started mixing stuff and boiling things. Needless to say, Brother Andre is not proficient in basic chemistry, and properly ventilating an underground headquarter is quite difficult.
They do had visions for a while, but subsequent interpretations led them nowhere.
***
Frère André voulait préparer un élixir de seconde vue afin de pouvoir prédire l’arrivée imminente des Grands Anciens. Il trouva une recette dans un des vieux grimoires de la bibliothèque de son culte et s’empressa de mélanger ceci et de bouillir cela. Cela va sans dire, Frère André ne dispose d’aucune formation de laborantin, même basique. En outre,ventiler un repaire souterrain est chose ardue.
Ils eurent des visions, des tas. Hélas, les interprétations subséquentes ne les menèrent nulle part.
Inktober 2019 – Cultists Edition
Ink brush on A6 sketchbook / Encre au pinceau sur Carnet A6
Brother Andre wanted to prepare some elixir of second sight to help foresight the coming of the Great Old Ones. He found a recipe in some old books of the cult’s library, then started mixing stuff and boiling things. Needless to say, Brother Andre is not proficient in basic chemistry, and properly ventilating an underground headquarter is quite difficult.
They do had visions for a while, but subsequent interpretations led them nowhere.
***
Frère André voulait préparer un élixir de seconde vue afin de pouvoir prédire l’arrivée imminente des Grands Anciens. Il trouva une recette dans un des vieux grimoires de la bibliothèque de son culte et s’empressa de mélanger ceci et de bouillir cela. Cela va sans dire, Frère André ne dispose d’aucune formation de laborantin, même basique. En outre,ventiler un repaire souterrain est chose ardue.
Ils eurent des visions, des tas. Hélas, les interprétations subséquentes ne les menèrent nulle part.
Inktober 2019 – Cultists Edition
Ink brush on A6 sketchbook / Encre au pinceau sur Carnet A6
–
I, Special Envoy Henry Wallacimite of the House Tarblugen, say fore one
with all due respect, that you are stepping on my right to
plenipotentiate.
–
And I, High Emmisary Freidrich Zauberkundschmidt of her Majesty Supreme
Queen Emsledira, say that with all due consideration, I was here first!
– Hugh… And I, King Uther The Cruel say: Kill them both.
***
– Moi, Henry Wallacimite, Envoyé
spécial de la maison Tarblugen, déclare qu’avec tout le respect que je
vous doit, que vous empiétâtes sur mon droit à plenipotentier.
– Et moi, Freidrich Zauberkundschmidt , Haut émissaire de sa Majesté la reine Emsledira, vous rétorque avec tout le respect que je vous doit que j’étais là avant.
– Pfff… Et moi,Roi Uther le Cruel déclare : Butez moi ces deux zouaves !
Now’s your turn !
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook (by request)
Now’s your turn !
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook (by request)
Yes, yes… good !
Who’s gonna be a nice little world devouring giant worm ? You are !
Now, now,don’t eat your brethren !
Not yet.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
St John’s woods, London, 1893.
Barrington
was in a quite silly situation. Tightly strapped to a chair with
several leather belts coming from Pr. Smith closets, a huge tub on his
knees with his handkerchief stuck under his collar in case of violent
nausea like the ones Amelia had when she touched the fez. He felt like
laughing. George then proceed to open the hatbox and lift the fez with
his trusty fireplace poker and get it closer to his hand.
His
hilarity instantly died upon the proximity of this… thing. It was
disgusting, greasy… almost dripping, covered in unknown filth. He
would rather lick all the bathroom of grand station central with his
tongue than touching this abomination, but he had to. Shadows all around
were moving and became distorted. He began to saw some movement at the
edge of his vision and could almost hear whispering in his head. He
began to chant the persian mantra they found, again and again. He took a
deep breath and bravely put his hand on the fez. Retching and belching,
he stood still, focused on the mantra, even when he felt something
moving underneath the fabric.
After what
seems an eternity, the oppressing atmosphere created by the fez
gradually attenuated, to the point of being barely noticeable.
– We made it ! Now we can carry this abomination to Constantinople and destroy it ! Unstrap me, would you ?
The
temptation was enormous for Georges to let this babbling idiot tied up
in this grotesque situation, but the predicament they were in was too
serious to joke around. He started to untied the captain, and noticed a strange expression on his face.
– What is it ? Side effects ?
– Your name. I can’t recall your name.
– I’m Georges. Georges Banks
– Ah yes ! I forgot for a moment who you were. Quite strange…
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Excerpt from the Red Blood Fez Scenario from the Terror on the Orient-Express Chaosium Call of Cthulhu RPG campaign