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"...In my fifth year among them, dwelling in that verdant land hidden in the frigid North, I was witness to a strange and horrible thing. I remember clearly it was the third day of the third month since the turning of the year. At the setting of the sun a procession of young women, all robed in stunning yellow, was lead to the village common, shaman muttering incantations and prayers. I watched with curiosity as the young women were lead away, each in different directions to the edges of the village. There left alone.

The evening gave rise to an alien sound. A deafening, roaring hum off in the distance. The Leeloy dropped what they were on about, in some cases literally, and rushed indoors. I was dragged inward as the sound grew ever louder. Doors were bolted(I had never noticed bolts before) and windows shuttered(had those always been there). I tried several times to observe the out of doors but was stymied. After a while the sound changed and with it my desire to see what had come amongst the Leeloy.

In the morning the village gathered in the common, I saw all the faces I had come to know, all but the young women who had been lead away. There in the center of the common was a mound of discarded, bloody, yellow rags...

...It would have been a paradise. Indeed that is what it seemed during my time spent among the Leeloy. But I came to find that paradise comes with a price too high."
~URZU the Chronicler, "Second book of Wanderings"

Just something kinda fun I wanted to sketch. I ran across an artist named Chuck Lukacs whose sketch work and hatching is quite stunning and inspired the style of this piece.

HB on 110lb smooth paper.

Description
"...In my fifth year among them, dwelling in that verdant land hidden in the frigid North, I was witness to a strange and horrible thing. I remember clearly it was the third day of the third month since the turning of the year. At the setting of the sun a procession of young women, all robed in stunning yellow, was lead to the village common, shaman muttering incantations and prayers. I watched with curiosity as the young women were lead away, each in different directions to the edges of the village. There left alone.

The evening gave rise to an alien sound. A deafening, roaring hum off in the distance. The Leeloy dropped what they were on about, in some cases literally, and rushed indoors. I was dragged inward as the sound grew ever louder. Doors were bolted(I had never noticed bolts before) and windows shuttered(had those always been there). I tried several times to observe the out of doors but was stymied. After a while the sound changed and with it my desire to see what had come amongst the Leeloy.

In the morning the village gathered in the common, I saw all the faces I had come to know, all but the young women who had been lead away. There in the center of the common was a mound of discarded, bloody, yellow rags...

...It would have been a paradise. Indeed that is what it seemed during my time spent among the Leeloy. But I came to find that paradise comes with a price too high."
~URZU the Chronicler, "Second book of Wanderings"

Just something kinda fun I wanted to sketch. I ran across an artist named Chuck Lukacs whose sketch work and hatching is quite stunning and inspired the style of this piece.

HB on 110lb smooth paper.