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    I still draw stuff from time to time! Not super pleased with how the face turned out in the inking, and the hands are out of proportion, but otherwise, I'm pretty happy with it. Just like the feel of the guy.  Gonna color this one! 
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    I still draw stuff from time to time! Not super pleased with how the face turned out in the inking, and the hands are out of proportion, but otherwise, I'm pretty happy with it. Just like the feel of the guy. Gonna color this one!
    #fantasyart #dungeonsanddragons #fantasy #traditionalart #drow

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    "Why does the human being kill himself?," my grandfather used to repeat, observing the clouds absorbed. Then I was too young, and I believed that an answer to that question was impossible.
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The first time I saw it was when it flew over my village. I was far away then, hunting, when I noticed a radiant glow. And I saw it, furrowing the sky with its glamorous wings, carrying destruction behind its back. Then, it was as if a volcano opened to cough on my face. The air escaped from my lungs.
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When I woke up, what I had once known as my home was reduced to ashes.
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I later knew that it had also passed over a great battlefield, wiping out two of the largest armies with its fire, in the midst of combat.
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That was many years ago. And the earth has not been the same ever since.
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I do not know if any place survived the destruction, but as far as I know there was no one anywhere who did not suffer the terrible consequences of the cataclysm.
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Arctic villages, devastated. Important roads, entire civilizations, buried in ruins.
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Had it been God? Had it been an emissary? What kind of unknown and colossal elemental forces were we facing?
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No one could know.
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The only certainty was that the world would not be the same.
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Cities fell, and new cities began to be erected on both sides of the rough and long barren land which the being had created with its fire throughout the world. New ways of doing trade. New ways of using our resources.
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That being had taken everything from us. And precisely because of that, human beings began to fight, not against ourselves, but to recover it.
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Then, I used to remember that old question.
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"Why does the human being kill himself?"
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Even as an adult, I didn't have the answer.
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But I had found the solution.
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Rather, the creature had done it.
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Or, at least, that's what I used to believe.
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Until I saw the glow again.
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(What do you think that beign was?)
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🖌 Draw by: @mbierek

    "Why does the human being kill himself?," my grandfather used to repeat, observing the clouds absorbed. Then I was too young, and I believed that an answer to that question was impossible.

    The first time I saw it was when it flew over my village. I was far away then, hunting, when I noticed a radiant glow. And I saw it, furrowing the sky with its glamorous wings, carrying destruction behind its back. Then, it was as if a volcano opened to cough on my face. The air escaped from my lungs.

    When I woke up, what I had once known as my home was reduced to ashes.

    I later knew that it had also passed over a great battlefield, wiping out two of the largest armies with its fire, in the midst of combat.

    That was many years ago. And the earth has not been the same ever since.

    I do not know if any place survived the destruction, but as far as I know there was no one anywhere who did not suffer the terrible consequences of the cataclysm.

    Arctic villages, devastated. Important roads, entire civilizations, buried in ruins.

    Had it been God? Had it been an emissary? What kind of unknown and colossal elemental forces were we facing?

    No one could know.

    The only certainty was that the world would not be the same.

    Cities fell, and new cities began to be erected on both sides of the rough and long barren land which the being had created with its fire throughout the world. New ways of doing trade. New ways of using our resources.

    That being had taken everything from us. And precisely because of that, human beings began to fight, not against ourselves, but to recover it.

    Then, I used to remember that old question.

    "Why does the human being kill himself?"

    Even as an adult, I didn't have the answer.

    But I had found the solution.

    Rather, the creature had done it.

    Or, at least, that's what I used to believe.

    Until I saw the glow again.

    (What do you think that beign was?)
    ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬
    🖌 Draw by: @mbierek

    6,185 76 7 hours ago
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    Before the ever-searing Gates of Hell, Hezar waited. Around him, flames burst out the cracked ground, crackling like endless thunder. Time and time again they had fallen upon him. ⁣
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And every time, unflinching he had remained.⁣
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“Bury me beneath an ocean of flames!” he shouted. “I will dwell in its core and come out swimming as if were no more than a pond. I found the Gates of Hell. What else should I do to prove my worth? I’m no mortal creature. I can’t be judged, for even Death is afraid of me. But Hell is where I belong. I know it. For I have already walked into Heaven, and I left nothing but smoldering souls and blazing ruins.”⁣
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He unsheathed his sword. “Open the gates. I will fight The Keeper. Let me prove my worth.” ⁣
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Nothing happened. ⁣
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He shook his head. “What a shame. You didn’t understand. My words were never a plea. They were a warning.”⁣
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Hezar leaped off the ground. He sliced the air, and from the blade, arcs of black flames gushed out, engulfing the iron gates, reducing them to nothing.⁣
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Beyond, a creature the size of a hundred men, stood above an ocean of magma. It had no armor but black, jagged bones and a crown, and it wielded a sword capable of felling and entire forest with a single swing.⁣
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Hezar landed on the magma, but he walked as though it was a hard surface. He ambled forth then, grinning a terribly perverse grin.⁣
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The Keeper raised his sword aloft, and swung it down with a visible, visceral hatred. ⁣
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Hezar laughed. He struck the falling blade with the back of his palm, and sent it flying far away. He jumped high in the air then, until The Keeper’s skull was in front of him.⁣
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“Tell me now.” Hezar held out his hand. “Am I worth it?”⁣
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Black flames burst out of his palm. ⁣
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Not a shriek was heard. ⁣
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Only the splash of a monster falling upon searing tides, followed by the calm whistling of a creature that bore tempest within. ⁣
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Art by: @kalmahul

    Before the ever-searing Gates of Hell, Hezar waited. Around him, flames burst out the cracked ground, crackling like endless thunder. Time and time again they had fallen upon him. ⁣

    And every time, unflinching he had remained.⁣

    “Bury me beneath an ocean of flames!” he shouted. “I will dwell in its core and come out swimming as if were no more than a pond. I found the Gates of Hell. What else should I do to prove my worth? I’m no mortal creature. I can’t be judged, for even Death is afraid of me. But Hell is where I belong. I know it. For I have already walked into Heaven, and I left nothing but smoldering souls and blazing ruins.”⁣

    He unsheathed his sword. “Open the gates. I will fight The Keeper. Let me prove my worth.” ⁣

    Nothing happened. ⁣

    He shook his head. “What a shame. You didn’t understand. My words were never a plea. They were a warning.”⁣

    Hezar leaped off the ground. He sliced the air, and from the blade, arcs of black flames gushed out, engulfing the iron gates, reducing them to nothing.⁣

    Beyond, a creature the size of a hundred men, stood above an ocean of magma. It had no armor but black, jagged bones and a crown, and it wielded a sword capable of felling and entire forest with a single swing.⁣

    Hezar landed on the magma, but he walked as though it was a hard surface. He ambled forth then, grinning a terribly perverse grin.⁣

    The Keeper raised his sword aloft, and swung it down with a visible, visceral hatred. ⁣

    Hezar laughed. He struck the falling blade with the back of his palm, and sent it flying far away. He jumped high in the air then, until The Keeper’s skull was in front of him.⁣

    “Tell me now.” Hezar held out his hand. “Am I worth it?”⁣

    Black flames burst out of his palm. ⁣

    Not a shriek was heard. ⁣

    Only the splash of a monster falling upon searing tides, followed by the calm whistling of a creature that bore tempest within. ⁣

    ⚊⁣

    Art by: @kalmahul

    1,713 30 10 hours ago