Prompt: post-apocalyptic, adult-sized baby ranger with scale mail and two shortswords
Negative: adult person
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: post-apocalyptic, adult-sized baby ranger with scale mail and two shortswords
Style: Photographic
Prompt: post-apocalyptic, adult-sized baby ranger acolyte with scale mail two shortswords and longbow, full-shot photo
Prompt: post-apocalyptic, adult-sized baby ranger acolyte with scale mail two shortswords and longbow
Style: Photographic
Prompt: post-apocalyptic, adult-sized baby ranger acolyte with scale mail two shortswords and longbow
Prompt: \"Amidst the post-apocalyptic ruins of the year 1901, a decaying wooden lithuanian windmill stands as a haunting relic of a bygone era. Below, a scaled dragonborn bard stands, strumming a melancholic tune on a battered lute. To their side, a tiny elven monk, barely more than a baby, practices peaceful meditation, while a human infant, also a dragonborn, watches over them with curiosity. The youngest, a human rogue, giggles as they stealthily explore the windmill's nooks and crannies, a testament to life's persistence in the face of destruction.\"
Negative: mansonry walls, city, wings, river, cave, mountains
Prompt: \"Amidst the post-apocalyptic ruins of the year 1901, a decaying wooden lithuanian windmill stands as a haunting relic of a bygone era. Below, a green-scaled dragonborn bard stands, strumming a melancholic tune on a battered lute. To their side, a tiny elven monk, barely more than a baby, practices peaceful meditation, while a human infant, also a dragonborn, watches over them with curiosity. The youngest, a human rogue, giggles as they stealthily explore the windmill's nooks and crannies, a testament to life's persistence in the face of destruction.\"
Negative: mansonry walls, city, wings, river, cave
Prompt: \"Amidst the post-apocalyptic ruins of the year 1901, a decaying Dutch windmill stands as a haunting relic of a bygone era. Below, a green-scaled dragonborn bard stands, strumming a melancholic tune on a battered lute. To their side, a tiny elven monk, barely more than a baby, practices peaceful meditation, while a human infant, also a dragonborn, watches over them with curiosity. The youngest, a human rogue, giggles as they stealthily explore the windmill's nooks and crannies, a testament to life's persistence in the face of destruction.\"
Negative: mansonry walls, city, wings, river, cave
Prompt: \"Amidst the post-apocalyptic ruins of the year 1901, a decaying Dutch windmill stands as a haunting relic of a bygone era. Below, a green-scaled dragonborn bard stands, strumming a melancholic tune on a battered lute. To their side, a tiny elven monk, barely more than a baby, practices peaceful meditation, while a human infant, also a dragonborn, watches over them with curiosity. The youngest, a human rogue, giggles as they stealthily explore the windmill's nooks and crannies, a testament to life's persistence in the face of destruction.\"
Negative: mansonry walls, city, wings, river, cave
Prompt: \"Amidst the post-apocalyptic ruins of the year 1901, a decaying Dutch windmill stands as a haunting relic of a bygone era. In its second story, three mischievous kobolds gleefully pelt rats at unseen targets, their laughter echoing through the desolation. Below, a green-scaled dragonborn bard stands, strumming a melancholic tune on a battered lute. To their side, a tiny elven monk, barely more than a baby, practices peaceful meditation, while a human infant, also a dragonborn, watches over them with curiosity. The youngest, a human rogue, giggles as they stealthily explore the windmill's nooks and crannies, a testament to life's persistence in the face of destruction.\"
Negative: river, mansonry walls, city, wings
Prompt: \"Amidst the post-apocalyptic ruins of the year 1901, a decaying Dutch windmill stands as a haunting relic of a bygone era. In its second story, three mischievous kobolds gleefully pelt rats at unseen targets, their laughter echoing through the desolation. Below, a green-scaled dragonborn bard stands, strumming a melancholic tune on a battered lute. To their side, a tiny elven monk, barely more than a baby, practices peaceful meditation, while a human infant, also a dragonborn, watches over them with curiosity. The youngest, a human rogue, giggles as they stealthily explore the windmill's nooks and crannies, a testament to life's persistence in the face of destruction.\"
Negative: river, mansonry walls, city, wings
