A little late in the day, due to work hours shifted or replaced by Christmas festivities 🙂 But still on the right day! I wish you all good holidays and celebrations!!! EDIT : It’s Friday night, I’m coloring, and tomorrow[…]↓ Lire la suite…
“Rock Rain is a common fear across many mountainous communities. Said to herald the end of times, it is more likely to result from the chronic but far-apart landslides that these regions fatally experience.” Jaos Gyrimonnos the Elder, Measures of[…]↓ Lire la suite…
“Is wanted, dead or alive : “Happy Face”. Beggar or wanderer, medium build, brown hair and eyes, pale skin, small beard, strangely elegant despite poor condition of clothes. Goes by the names “Guy”, “Joel”, “Roberto”, “Archibald”, “Byron”, “Goergos”, “Mertin”, “Petro”.[…]↓ Lire la suite…
“Be it for its inhospitable climate, barren lands, murderous heights, seclusive tribes, or its labyrinthinc maze of stones and mountains, most people ending up in the region known as “the Rocks” do not ever come back to the civilized part[…]↓ Lire la suite…
And with this, Chapter 1 is officially over. To read it from the beginning, click HERE! So then, what’s next? -First, in hopefully a few hours or at worst tomorrow, I’ll post page 17B, which will take place when Little[…]↓ Lire la suite…
Aaaand that’s it for Chapter 1! Thank you very much to have read it all 🙂 Next week, I’ll post a small illustration and an additional page for chapter 1, between pages 17 and 18. (I messed up the page[…]↓ Lire la suite…
Ten thousand stones. A hundred million paces. An infinity of eons of splintered, shattered bones. This is the worth of Truth. Cult of Gnezom, Psalm for the Dead ————————————————————- I wanted to amp the quality up for the end of[…]↓ Lire la suite…
J'ai attendu looooongtemps de pouvoir arriver à cette page 🙂
“There are 99 Doors to cross in order to have a demential glimpse of true geomantic enlightenment. Here are all the ways to get stuck in a door, or between two doors. Most mean having your soul torn across inexplicable[…]↓ Lire la suite…
“Down by the river we meet, With dead feathers and bright leaves, Sculpt a head of floatwood, Mock it and throw it. So happy are we Together by the tree” Sara Watzgeva, Of Love for the Untouched. Mini-news : I[…]↓ Lire la suite…
