Alright folks, let’s talk it out a bit about the Big One. I’m talking about the one who started this whole mess, Eschuel the Blind. Is that how you spell it? Your guess is as good as mine. It seems to me that most of the time, these names are hard to really put into words. Speaking in that place…it’s not like here. In reality, words have to travel across the air to reach people, but in that strange world? Who knows?
Anyway, so, this sketch is what I copied from memory. It’s nowhere near exact . My feelings and thoughts about Escheul are crystal clear, but an exact image? Really hard for me to conjure. I think this looks good though. I’ll have rough sketches from time to time, as I continue down this journey.
So what do we know about Escheul? Damn near nothing. He is immense. Powerful. Unblinking and unseeing. I don’t know if the pipes are connected to him, or if he is connected to the pipes. Frankly, I don’t even know what the pipes do. The tools I used were invisible, but come on, they’ve got to serve some kind of purpose, right? Why do they break? What purpose does a being, immaterial and unyielding, have with such things? Nothing good, that’s for sure.
Alright, that’s enough about him. It’s hard to even write about the guy. If I find anything more on him, you’ll probably hear about it first, then read about it later. Cheers!