The light touched the artificial face, casting deep shadows that led to more questions than answers. His expression was marble, carved from stone, yet lively in a way no stone mason could ever hope to accomplish. For in the end, this was no thing, no statue. But a sentient being... somehow... deep underground beneath the frozen waste. The eyes watched, the mouth frowned, and the brows furrowed as it prepared to speak again.
"So... What truly brings you here outlander?" Said the stone faced man, his voice like rumbling gravel.
Some more art of Womedrah, I like doing portraits of him because his face is all sharp angles that are easy to shade
Need to redesign this guy he's in my bones
Oh no, the pron bots... They've found me
Kamen Rock-joint
He's this old mage im writing a book about, the initial inspiration was just "Gandalf but evil". He's basically just this old man with a really bad reputation. He loved fighting, and used basically any excuse he could in order to challenge people to duels and then kill them in the nastiest ways he could think up. Eventually he got exiled, and the decade he spent in a barren land has allowed him to grow as a person. Unfortunately, he discovers that his crimes will not leave him when and a cult of desperate people showed up and tried to kill him. This causes him to break his exile in order to hunt down an old enemy and finally kill him.
I wanted draw Abnur last year.
Welcome to my blog, I post about the games I like and a little bit about the universe that I'm writing a novel about.
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