Prompt: The mage was a leprous spectacle, his body pitted with sores and boils, his robes tattered and stained with blood. His eyes, though once sharp and keen, were now filmy and rheumy, and his hair, once black and glossy, hung in greasy tangles around his face. His voice, when he spoke, was hoarse and rasping, seeming to emerge from the depths of his broken body. Yet, despite his afflictions, there was an undeniable power about him, a sense of ancient magic and knowledge that radiated from his very being. It was as if his sickness had become his strength, each sore and scar a testament to the toll that centuries of arcane study had taken on his flesh. To be in his presence was to feel the weight of his history and the depth of his power, and to know that he was no mere mortal man, but a mage beyond understanding. ((headshot:2.0), rodney matthews, neil blevins, gerald brom, Tjalf Sparnaay, Joshua Miels, Liu Bolin, Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen)
Prompt: The mage was a leprous spectacle, his body pitted with sores and boils, his robes tattered and stained with blood. His eyes, though once sharp and keen, were now filmy and rheumy, and his hair, once black and glossy, hung in greasy tangles around his face. His voice, when he spoke, was hoarse and rasping, seeming to emerge from the depths of his broken body. Yet, despite his afflictions, there was an undeniable power about him, a sense of ancient magic and knowledge that radiated from his very being. It was as if his sickness had become his strength, each sore and scar a testament to the toll that centuries of arcane study had taken on his flesh. To be in his presence was to feel the weight of his history and the depth of his power, and to know that he was no mere mortal man, but a mage beyond understanding. ((headshot:2.0), rodney matthews, neil blevins, gerald brom, Tjalf Sparnaay, Joshua Miels, Liu Bolin, Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen)
Style: Photographic
Prompt: the Eldritch Elven warlock-rogue, possesses an ethereal grace befitting his lineage. His silver hair cascades down to his shoulders, shimmering like moonlight, complementing his violet eyes that hold a hint of otherworldly wisdom. Standing at 6 feet tall, he moves with a silent, calculated confidence, his steps leaving only faint traces.Clad in a cloak that seems to blend seamlessly with the shadows, Thalion wears an ensemble of dark, celestial-themed leather armor adorned with silver filigree. The Starborne Amulet, suspended from a chain around his neck, radiates a soft, celestial glow. Intricate tattoos resembling constellations adorn his hands and forearms, resonating with the cosmic pact he forged.Thalion's presence is both mysterious and alluring, a testament to his duality as a master of both eldritch magic and stealthy subterfuge in the ever-unfolding tapestry of his adventurous life.
Prompt: There were ten of them. But, if you think about it, in fact, only two people were people: their leader and the old magician. The rest were representatives of other races that inhabited this world. The head of this small detachment was a middle-aged man. His entire appearance clearly spoke of his strength: shining armor, a sharply sharpened sword, runes that at times flashed on his shield and blade - all this created the image of a “hero,” as they now began to call him. It looked somewhat false and somehow strange, especially after what the man and his squad had to go through to get to this place. The rest were not so interesting and rather came with it. And, to be honest, they looked rather faded compared to the hero. They all looked at the man sitting on a terrifying-looking throne. Despite all the stories and rumors about the demon lord, he did not look like a monster. On the throne sat a very young man, whose dark short hair was in complete disarray, and whose regular, aristocratic facial features and light blue eyes caused only bewilderment. Everyone imagined him a little differently. It was strange to associate this man with their main enemy, but the situation indicated that they were not mistaken.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The shadowy figure, with hollow eyes and a twisted smile, lurked in the inky abyss, where whispers of dread danced with the echoes of despair.
Prompt: Alan's heart raced with anticipation as he approached the concealed entrance, his every sense heightened. The warning of the elder elf echoed in his mind, reminding him of the cunning tricks the sprites might employ. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he readied himself. With one hand firmly gripping the vial of shimmering powder and the other clutching the map, Alan cautiously stepped closer to the entrance. As he neared the threshold, he whispered the ancient incantation he had been taught, the words flowing from his lips like a protective melody. The moment was tense, with the forest seeming to hold its breath in anticipation of what would unfold next. Armed with the magical powder and the power of the spell, Alan stood ready to confront the mischievous sprites and retrieve the treasured box for the elder elf.
Prompt: Mordred was a handsome, tall, young and strong warrior. Now he was filled with rage and hatred. His face was gloomy, and his eyes sparkled like blazing fire. He was clad in armor topped with demon symbols, which were now his sign of power. His fighting skills were impeccable, and his soul was filled with a thirst for revenge. He possessed the power of a demon, which made him almost invulnerable in battle.His military prowess was terrifying, and he led his army to victory with unrelenting fury, preparing to destroy all who stood in his way. Mordred was a cursed warrior whose sight was set on revenge and destruction. He is a dangerous adversary, bearing the shadow of betrayal and the promise of a demon ready to consume everything on his path to power and revenge. His sword, once shattered in battle, was repaired with the help of dark magic, and now emits dark energy. Art, full HD 8K, details, black. dark, contour light, darkness, magic, aura of death in the air.
Prompt: Generate an image depicting the Intrusive Wizard, a fantasy character with a black hood concealing the face and luminous eyes filled with malevolence. This wizard manifests constantly, emerging from the shadows at the most inconvenient moments. Visually represent his persistent presence in the subject's life, both day and night, with his penetrating gaze materializing during moments of tranquility. The inappropriate and disturbing thoughts evoked by the Intrusive Wizard must be clearly portrayed, creating an atmosphere of unease and oppression. Ensure that the image reflects the constant and disturbing intrusion of the Intrusive Wizard into the subject's psyche, emphasizing his sinister influence and negative impact on emotional stability
Negative: bad composition, bad lights
Prompt: Generate an image depicting the Intrusive Wizard, a fantasy character with a black hood concealing the face and luminous eyes filled with malevolence. This wizard manifests constantly, emerging from the shadows at the most inconvenient moments. Visually represent his persistent presence in the subject's life, both day and night, with his penetrating gaze materializing during moments of tranquility. The inappropriate and disturbing thoughts evoked by the Intrusive Wizard must be clearly portrayed, creating an atmosphere of unease and oppression. Ensure that the image reflects the constant and disturbing intrusion of the Intrusive Wizard into the subject's psyche, emphasizing his sinister influence and negative impact on emotional stability
Negative: too much serious image, half bust
Prompt: close up shot of an iridescent egg laying on the ground of the enchanted forest,
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In the dimly lit chamber of the mercenary camp, a monstrous figure is shrouded in mystery: Markus, the enigmatic wizard of Captain Black's company. His appearance is marred by grotesque malformations, evidence of a curse inflicted on him by meddling demonologists during an interrupted summoning ritual. Markus bears the scars of nightly torment, both physical and spiritual, as malevolent demons relentlessly tear at his flesh and psyche. Despite his monstrous appearance, he plays a crucial role in the mercenary company as both a cashier and a wizard. The weight of his curse is hidden beneath dark, tattered robes that hide the extent of otherworldly afflictions. The origins of Markus' deformities remain shrouded in secrecy, known only to the Captain. The curse, a constant reminder of a broken summoning, drives Markus on a relentless quest for knowledge. Every evening, haunted by demonic forces within, he searches ancient tomes and scrolls in search of a solution to his predicament. Only the company captain, Captain Black, witnesses Markus' silent struggle. Aware of the wizard's desperate quest for redemption, Captain Black allows the group's mutual funds to be used to finance Markus' acquisition of elusive books and information. It's a burden shared between the brothers, an unspoken understanding that their enigmatic companion is on a quest to sever the chains of his demonic affliction. Markus, the tortured wizard with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, bears witness to the bonds forged within the mercenary company. His quest for redemption is seamlessly woven into the tapestry of the group's shared history, and as the company faces new challenges, Markus' presence is a constant reminder of the fragile balance between the corporeal and the supernatural.
Prompt: An antagonist character. A young boy had to fight in a war because he wanted to provide for his family. Unfortunately, his mother has died when he was in the middle of the war -need a way that make sense that fits with that distribution-, which leaves his younger sister alone. He wanted to return home as fast as possible, but he was in the middle of the war. He was collapsing on the battlefield.
Prompt: An antagonist character. A young boy had to fight in a war because he wanted to provide for his family. Unfortunately, his mother has died when he was in the middle of the war -need a way that make sense that fits with that distribution-, which leaves his younger sister alone. He wanted to return home as fast as possible, but he was in the middle of the war. He was collapsing on the battlefield.
Prompt: Gwyn, Lord of Light. The power of the Flame made him a god and endowed him with incredible powers. At that time, Gwyn was known as the Lord of Sunlight. In battles with dragons, he used miracles like the Lightning Spear. Gwyn used lightning to destroy dragon scales. In the war with Gwyn's dragons were supported by his faithful knights, created from silver. And the Naked Sith stole the Eternal Crystal, which made the dragons vulnerable. And there was silence after the battle. The winners began to call themselves Gods. Thus sadly ended the great Age of the Ancients.
Prompt: Gwyn, Lord of Light. The power of the Flame made him a god and endowed him with incredible powers. At that time, Gwyn was known as the Lord of Sunlight. In battles with dragons, he used miracles like the Lightning Spear. Gwyn used lightning to destroy dragon scales. In the war with Gwyn's dragons were supported by his faithful knights, created from silver. And the Naked Sith stole the Eternal Crystal, which made the dragons vulnerable. And there was silence after the battle. The winners began to call themselves Gods. Thus sadly ended the great Age of the Ancients. Draw him surrounded by Silver Knights. Dragons fly around in which he throws lightning. One dragon has already been defeated and lies at his feet. The battlefield is a gray wasteland
Prompt: An eldritch entity, its form a shifting void of shadow, tendrils of darkness reaching out like cosmic fingers. Unearthly whispers emanate from the swirling abyss, beckoning madness. A sight that defies human comprehension
Prompt: Philippe is the bearer of Faith in the Black Captain's Company. His face bears the weight of a man who perceives heresies and sin with an unyielding gaze, ever vigilant against perceived transgressions in the realms of the sacred. Cloaked in religious garb, Philippe's demeanor exudes an air of righteousness, a fervent conviction that guides his every step. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, betray an unwavering commitment to eradicating perceived blasphemies and defending what he believes to be the true faith. In his hands he holds sacred texts, a storehouse of divine knowledge that he wields with authority and precision. Despite the clamor of gunfire and the chaos of battle, Philippe remains steadfast in his belief that his service to God makes him immune to evil. The echoes of his fervent prayers intertwine with the thunderous cacophony of the battlefield, creating a haunting symphony that resonates with the dichotomy between faith and war. Far from the fray, Philippe often seeks solace in prayer, finding moments of communion with the divine amid the tumult of mercenary life. His piety, however, is not limited to quiet moments of reflection. When not engaged in spiritual activities, he becomes a zealous crusader against perceived heresies, often clashing with other priests whose beliefs differ from his own. In the taverns that host the Fellowship, Philippe becomes a messenger of divine justice, ready to condemn patrons for their perceived sins. His words of reproach often spark violent confrontations, turning sanctuaries of alcohol and camaraderie into battlefields where the lines between righteous judgment and unholy chaos are blurred. Philippe's presence in the Fellowship is a testament to the intricate dance between faith and conflict, a paradoxical figure whose devotion to God manifests not only in prayers but also in steely clashes and the ferocious punishment he inflicts in the name of divine justice .
Prompt: A male thief presenting an imposing visage, draped in attire that seamlessly melds with the obsidian hues of the shadowy underworld they navigate. Clad in studded leather, their garments are interwoven with subtle magical enchantments, creating an almost ethereal quality as they move with calculated grace. The glint of moonlight reveals the intricate craftsmanship of their cloaks, adorned with symbols shrouded in mystique. Silhouetted against the dimly lit alleys, their figures are slender but exude an aura of unwavering confidence. Each elite operative bears a distinctive emblem on their cloak—a subtle yet ominous insignia marking their allegiance to The Hand. Their eyes, sharp and perceptive, gleam with the echoes of countless clandestine endeavors, leaving an indelible imprint of secrecy upon their countenance. These shadowy figures epitomize the perfect blend of style and lethality, an embodiment of clandestine prowess in the urban twilight.
Prompt: \"From the deepest abyss, a fiendish hound emerged, a grotesque amalgamation of darkness and despair. Its fur, a writhing mass of eternal shadows, oozed malevolence, and its eyes, twin orbs of searing crimson, promised untold torment. Every step sent shivers through the very fabric of existence, heralding a cataclysmic reign of terror. Its howls were a symphony of agony, echoing across dimensions, forewarning an age of unrelenting destruction and eternal suffering. This was no mere beast; it was the epitome of malevolence incarnate, a harbinger of annihilation beyond comprehension.\"
Prompt: \"Out of the abyss emerged an entity of boundless malevolence—an abomination unseen before. Its form, an ever-shifting vortex of darkness and wretchedness, exuded an aura that devoured light itself. Eyes burning like the pits of eternal damnation, it commanded dread with every glance. Each step it took echoed through the fabric of existence, foretelling an epoch of absolute desolation and unending misery. Its howls, a chorus of infinite suffering, shattered reality itself, promising an eternity of insurmountable evil and unyielding torment. This was not a creature of the mortal realm; it was the eternal embodiment of unquenchable malevolence, the bringer of a darkness that knew no end.\"
Prompt: Thalion Shadowwhisper, the Eldritch Elven warlock-rogue, possesses an ethereal grace befitting his lineage. His silver hair cascades down to his shoulders, shimmering like moonlight, complementing his violet eyes that hold a hint of otherworldly wisdom. Standing at 6 feet tall, he moves with a silent, calculated confidence, his steps leaving only faint traces.Clad in a cloak that seems to blend seamlessly with the shadows, Thalion wears an ensemble of dark, celestial-themed leather armor adorned with silver filigree. The Starborne Amulet, suspended from a chain around his neck, radiates a soft, celestial glow. Intricate tattoos resembling constellations adorn his hands and forearms, resonating with the cosmic pact he forged.Thalion's presence is both mysterious and alluring, a testament to his duality as a master of both eldritch magic and stealthy subterfuge in the ever-unfolding tapestry of his adventurous life.
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic.
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (magritte, de lempicka, gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (headshot, hyperrealistic, magritte, de lempicka, gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: The boy's eyes widened in disbelief as his character, whom he had painstakingly leveled up for hours, suddenly met an unforeseen and unfair demise. A surge of rage coursed through his veins, and he slammed his fists on the desk, letting out an infuriated roar that echoed through the room. Swearing vengeance, he clenched his teeth and vowed to annihilate every virtual enemy standing in his way, fueled by an uncontrollable fury that burned hotter with every passing second.\"
Prompt: \"From the depths of darkness emerged a canine of sinister aura. Its fur, a pitch-black veil, draped around its menacing form, and its eyes burned with an icy, malevolent glare that pierced through the soul. With every snarl, the air thickened, and the ground quivered in fear. This was no mere hound; it was a harbinger of malevolence, a specter of terror, whose presence foretold impending doom.\"
Prompt: Film: Full frontal shot of a young Chinese girl with short orange hair, big eyes, wearing a sexy orange outfit and carrying an AK47 assault rifle.
Negative: bad hands
Style: Anime
Prompt: Wizened cyberpunk warrior, standing tall and proud in the scorching desert heat, grizzled face weathered from years of battles and strife, eyes gleaming with a fierce determination, a gruff, no-nonsense attitude evident in every line of his rugged, cybernetically-enhanced body, clad in tattered, dusty robes and a battered, old-school leather jacket, adorned with countless patches and pins representing his various cybernetic enhancements and skills, each one telling a story of its own, a testament to his years of service in the trenches of the cyberpunk wars, his weapons worn like extensions of his own body, a gleaming, high-tech sword and a weathered, trusty sidearm at his side, standing atop a dune, gazing out at the endless expanse of the desert, the sun setting in the distance, casting a warm, golden glow over the desolate landscape, a sense of rugged, unyielding determination emanating from every fiber of his being, a warrior to the core, a true veteran of the cyberpunk wars, a hero of the resistance, a defender of the oppressed, a force to be reckoned with, in a world gone mad. (closeup, 3/4 view, 3d, evocative, eery, quixotic, haunting, tendentious, axiometric, curvilinear, precise, industrial/architectural sharpie/charcoal/aerosol/stencil/oil painting, thick bold lines, thick outlines, puce/rouge/aquamarine/naranja/cerise/gold palette, wildstyle grafitti, (smudge:crosshatch:1.1) shading, high contrast, sharp focus, plain background, uhd, 8K, breathtaking, minimalist, hyperrealistic, masterpiece, antonio santin, zdzislaw beksiński, joan cornellà, trevor brown, greg simkins, ray caesar, camille rose garcia, jeremy geddes, erik jones, yoshitaka amano, takashi okazaki, yuji kaida, hiroyuki nagashima, katsuhir otomo, shinji takeuchi, tetsuya nomura, kentaro miura, yuji shiozaki, hideaki anno, zao wou-ki, zhelong xu, wlop, huang guangjian, syd mead, ralph mcquarrie, frank frazetta, chris foss, jean giraud, moebius, enki bilal, philip straub, iain mccaig, de lempicka, mucha, magritte)
Prompt: Capture the essence of an ancient humain warrior, a figure of both power and darkness. Let his weathered body and scarred visage bear witness to the countless battles he has fought, while his long, flowing hair and piercing red eyes hint at an otherworldly presence. The aura of darkness that surrounds him should evoke a sense of dread and menace, while his imposing stature and unwavering gaze command respect and instill fear. As he stands amidst the carnage of the battlefield, his presence should cast a long shadow over the scene, a reminder of the power and darkness that lie dormant within the human spirit.
Prompt: In the depths of night, when hope fades fast,And shadows crawl where light once shone,Appears a crimson ghost, its magic cast,To reignite the flame that long has gone.Its eyes ablaze like coals of fire,A cloak that drapes in endless flow,It conjures secrets to inspire,And makes the heart with hope aglow.This ghostly figure shuns the day,And defies the rules of mortal law,It whispers secrets with a sway,That fills the void with eerie awe.The magic of this spectral host,Is in its crimson blood-like hue,That sends a chill down to the bone,And makes the heart beat black and blue.So when the darkness threatens to consume,And fear and doubt threaten to reign,Call forth the ghost with crimson plume,To light the way and break the chain.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: A tall, muscular dark god who wears black robes and a huge black sword at his waist. His skin is dark, his hair is black, and his eyes are deep and glow with mystery. He is cold, aloof, and curious about everything, but is reluctant to engage with people easily. He is full of darkness inside, but has a kind heart. He possesses great strength and speed, and is able to manipulate
Prompt: Three thousand years ago, the demon came. The immortal takes action, wins and drives him away, and the demon withdraws from the world. Later, the cataclysmic changes in the world caused the spiritual energy to weaken, the immortals disappeared, but the demons transformed into gods and infiltrated the human world again; More than 160 years ago, the divine object arrived.
Prompt: Three thousand years ago, the demon came. The immortal takes action, wins and drives him away, and the demon withdraws from the world. Later, the cataclysmic changes in the world caused the spiritual energy to weaken, the immortals disappeared, but the demons transformed into gods and infiltrated the human world again; More than 160 years ago, the divine object arrived.
Prompt: The demon was becoming clearer in front of her eyes. She understood that her fate was irreversible. In that dark temple, the young woman became a sacrifice for that evil ritual. Her life was extinguished in the darkness in a horrific and chilling scene
Negative: double body, double face, double features, incorrect posture, ((two heads)), two faces, pregnant, Deformed belly, deformed, blurry, bad anatomy, bad eyes, crossed eyes, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutation, mutated, {((extra limb)), ugly, ((poorly drawn hands)), missing limb, blurry, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, malformed hands, blur, out of focus, long neck, long body (((mutated hands and fingers))), (((out of frame))), long fingers, blender, cropped, low-res, close-up, poorly-drawn face, out of frame double, two heads, blurred, ugly, disfigured, too many fingers, deformed, repetitive, grainy, extra limbs, bad anatomy, High pass filter, airbrush, portrait, zoomed, soft light, closeup, deformed, ((extra limbs)), ((extra fingers)), (((mutated hands))), bad anatomy, bad proportions , blind, bad eyes, ugly eyes, dead eyes, blur, vignette, out of shot, out of focus, gaussian, mutated legs, farmer material, no head, headphones, farmer shorts, no full body, no boots.Repeated hands,
Prompt: One night the mirror people invaded the earth. Their power was great, but at the end of bloody warfare the magic arts of the Emperor prevailed. He repulsed the invaders, imprisoned them in their mirrors, and forced on them the task of repeating, as though in a kind of dream, all the actions of men. He stripped them of their power and of their forms and reduced them to mere slavish reflections.
Prompt: In the dimly lit chamber of the mercenary camp, a deformed figure is shrouded in mystery: Markus, the enigmatic wizard of Captain Black's company. His appearance is marred by grotesque malformations, evidence of a curse inflicted on him by meddling demonologists during an interrupted summoning ritual. Markus bears the scars of nightly torment, both physical and spiritual, as malevolent demons relentlessly tear at his flesh and psyche. Despite his monstrous appearance, he plays a crucial role in the mercenary company as both a cashier and a wizard. The weight of his curse is hidden beneath dark, tattered robes that hide the extent of otherworldly afflictions. The origins of Markus' deformities remain shrouded in secrecy, known only to the Captain. The curse, a constant reminder of a broken summoning, drives Markus on a relentless quest for knowledge. Every evening, haunted by demonic forces within, he searches ancient tomes and scrolls in search of a solution to his predicament. Only the company captain, Captain Black, witnesses Markus' silent struggle. Aware of the wizard's desperate quest for redemption, Captain Black allows the group's mutual funds to be used to finance Markus' acquisition of elusive books and information. It's a burden shared between the brothers, an unspoken understanding that their enigmatic companion is on a quest to sever the chains of his demonic affliction. Markus, the tortured wizard with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, bears witness to the bonds forged within the mercenary company. His quest for redemption is seamlessly woven into the tapestry of the group's shared history, and as the company faces new challenges, Markus' presence is a constant reminder of the fragile balance between the corporeal and the supernatural.
Prompt: Alan's determination surged as he delved deeper into the forest, guided only by the dim light filtering through the thick canopy above. Each step was taken with caution, the whispering winds carrying tales of mischievous sprites that lurked within these woods. His senses heightened as he approached the concealed entrance, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement or deception. The symbols etched around the entrance seemed to pulse with an eerie glow, hinting at the magical defenses the sprites had set up. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Alan prepared himself. With the vial of luminous powder tightly gripped in his hand and the ancient incantation at the forefront of his mind, he took a tentative step closer to the entrance. The weight of the task ahead pressed upon him, but with the elder elf's guidance and his own bravery, Alan was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Prompt: Capture the essence of an ancient warrior, a figure of both power and darkness. Let his weathered body and scarred visage bear witness to the countless battles he has fought, while his long, flowing hair and piercing red eyes hint at an otherworldly presence. The aura of darkness that surrounds him should evoke a sense of dread and menace, while his imposing stature and unwavering gaze command respect and instill fear. As he stands amidst the carnage of the battlefield, his presence should cast a long shadow over the scene, a reminder of the power and darkness that lie dormant within the human spirit.
Prompt: \"In the abyss, a monstrous hound materialized, a manifestation of pure malevolence. Its fur, a swirling vortex of shadowy tendrils, writhed with dark intent. Crimson eyes, ablaze with infernal malice, seared through the night, instilling terror in all who dared to glimpse its form. Each breath was a menacing growl that echoed across realms, an omen of unspeakable dread and unrelenting chaos. This was no ordinary canine; it was the embodiment of wickedness itself, a creature of nightmares.\"
Prompt: /The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of life's hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless man's appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world. antient babylon style
Prompt: The passageway leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party had been lined with candles, too, though the effect was far from cheerful: These were long, thin, jet-black tapers, all burning bright blue, casting a dim, ghostly light even over their own living faces. The temperature dropped with every step they took. As Harry shivered and drew his robes tightly around him, he heard what sounded like a thousand fingernails scraping an enormous blackboard.[hogwarts core. Glitters. Bokeh.. backlighting. Translucide bioluminescence. Art by Odd Nerdrum. touch of Loish and Craig mullins . Sparkle core. ]
Prompt: A conversation was a dance of dark secrets and ominous promises, leaving a man with an eerie sense of foreboding that would haunt him long after the encounter ended.
Prompt: The devil's breath exudes embers that linger in the air, a testament to the eternal damnation he embodies. As he speaks, the fiery remnants of souls long lost to temptation swirl around him, creating an aura of perpetual torment.
Prompt: The Death Knight is a girl, a creature full of horror and darkness. Her flesh is doomed to an eternal struggle between light and darkness, between the living and the dead. The cold flame of hatred and ruthless warrior shines in her black eyes. She is clad in armor speckled with rust and bloodstains, symbolizing her merciless battles and relentless essence. Her hair falls like a shadow on her pale face, adding to its stern and cold expression. Her footsteps, like an echo of death, leave behind a path of destruction and horror. She has the power of necromancy and sinister magic, capable of summoning the dead from other worlds and causing terrible suffering to her enemies. Her cold sword blade represents the darkness that consumes everything in its path. Her presence is filled with a dark aura that makes even the bravest hearts tremble with horror. She is the embodiment of death and destruction, and her power is irresistible.
Prompt: Morbash is the old Orc Shaman and spiritual guide of the beastmen. He walks slowly and bent by the years on his shoulders, aided by a gnarled stick inlaid with Orcish runes and with feathers and animal skins at its tip. He wears a worn red robe, which hides the blood splatters caused by his sacrifices to the spirits of nature. Around his neck he has a necklace with a stone imbued with power received when he was appointed head priest by the council made up of all the priests of the different ethnic groups and communities. He has a look that shows his age but also his authority, recognized by everyone, not just the orc people.
Prompt: Morbash is the old Orc Shaman and spiritual guide of the beastmen. He walks slowly and bent by the years on his shoulders, aided by a gnarled stick inlaid with Orcish runes and with feathers and animal skins at its tip. He wears a worn red robe, which hides the blood splatters caused by his sacrifices to the spirits of nature. Around his neck he has a necklace with a stone imbued with power received when he was appointed head priest by the council made up of all the priests of the different ethnic groups and communities. He has a look that shows his age but also his authority, recognized by everyone, not just the orc people.
Prompt: He has a small scar around his left eye, being a man, he is somewhat muscular, he is 185 centimeters tall, with long hair and a reddish brown color. He has slanted eyes with somewhat thick eyebrows giving him a somewhat intimidating appearance, his eyes are dark brown and his skin is white.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: t was a young woman, about 20 years Her hair was torn and tangled, and the flesh was dropping off her face, so he could see the bones and part of her teeth. She had no eyeballs, but there was a sort of blue light way back in her eyes sockets, and she had no nose to her face.
