My portrait came out awesome as well, too bad it decays ;-; I want it forever!!!
An enormous tree dominates the background of this portrait, surrounded by a variety of wildlife. Seated directly in the middle of the painting is a tsol'aa, his long, golden hair glowing in the sun as it flows down to nearly surround the emaciated figure, spread out along the ground beside him on a black cloak that stands out prominently beneath the brightness of the burnished locks. Though the hair hides a fair amount of his pale features, dull-grey eyes stare off into the distance, unaware of the immediate surroundings. Gloves, loincloth, and boots complete the ensemble, the colour matching the eyes perfectly. Upon closer inspection, the wildlife behind the tsol'aa is warped and slightly faded, as if ghostly in nature. Their eyes are blood red, and appear to be focused malevolently on the unconcerned man.
I love my portrait too! Big rave to whoever is behind all this! And all the other denizen things for Mayaween in Eleusis! I love Amerante's stories.
This portrait displays a slender tsol'aa in a fighting stance amidst a forest background. The woman is of an average height, though appears slightly taller due to a pair of black high-heeled shoes. Her hazel eyes are narrowed in concentration, holding her shield and staff before her, the staff crackling with elemental power. An apparent wind bends the trees in the background, realistic leaves almost appearing to flutter on their branches. A dark black cloak of satin flaps about in the breeze behind the woman, along with her auburn hair, revealing the entirety of her delicate face and pointed ears. Despite her look of readiness for battle, a frightening lich looms behind her, pallid face twisted into a look of delight as it poises to strike.
This portrait displays the edge of a forested cliff overlooking the ocean, the beginnings of waves painstakingly drawn to crash against the unseen rock wall below. At the edge of the cliff is a siren with her face turned slightly to the right to show a tanned cheek, her curly blue hair waving behind her in the wind. Streaks of green blend in with the forest backdrop, though strings of pearls and shells twined into the locks shine brilliantly from the sun above. The ends of a dark cyan coat flap to the side below, threads of gold forming a swirling motif of hippocampi across the back. Her right arm is extended to clutch a wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff, the end resting softly on the ground. Her left hand is pressed against her forehead, shading her gleaming green-blue eyes from the sun's rays. Unseen, a thin, humanoid form slowly crawls over the edge of the cliff. Long claws leave lines of black in their wake, red eyes focused malevolently on the woman.
I, too, love my portrait. Thank you! Best 10,000 gold I've ever spent.
This painting portrays a tall and lithe tsol'aa woman kneeling behind a calm river in the middle of a forest, gazing into the clear blue waters. She is clothed in an emerald jerkin and golden-brown leggings with green stripes reminiscent of crawling vines stitched into them, partially covered by a deep green cloak. Copper hair is pulled back into a bun behind her head, illuminated by rays of sunlight piercing the treetops, making it seem luminescent. Pale skin appears almost ivory in the light as well, showcasing a smattering of freckles on prominent cheekbones and a long, straight nose. The blue of the river water reflects off the emerald green of her eyes, presenting a beautiful contrast of the colours. A smile is on her lips as she dips a hand beneath the surface, causing elegantly drawn ripples to cascade about her fingers. In direct contrast to the beauty of the rest of the painting, a pallid hand and forearm can be seen underneath the surface, reaching up towards the submerged hand of the woman, though what is connected to is too deep to be seen.
Those portraits all look so awesome. Little bit of envy here.
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
An elaborate backdrop of mountain facings provide the setting for this painting, though the main focus is of a fleeing rajamalan running along a winding upwards path. Pure white fur stands out clearly amongst the various browns of the rock walls, though much of it is hidden beneath a suit of armour. The sleeves of a white silk shirt are rolled up to the elbows, tucked into trousers and secured with a long, bright red sash that is wound about the waist multiple times, though the loose, tied off ends flap to the side from the motion of running. His tail extends out behind him, providing extra balance in the manoeuvres, and an azure ribbon embroidered with a silver tiger is tied around it near the end. His face is turned slightly backwards, dark eyes and mouth both widened in surprise at whatever is chasing him. Unnoticed, a huge, shadowy form that resembles a massive cat lurks on a cliff face above the rajamalan, tense and ready to pounce.
And as he slept he dreamed a dream, and this was his dream.
...okay whoever did these portraits is nothing short of awesome. Love this:
Dense jungle provides the backdrop of this colourful portrait, though the main focus is a human monk in the Scorpion stance. Though on the short side, the strength of the man is evident in the calm of his face and stance. A few scars are noticeable on the small amount of pale skin that shows beneath a black cloak and robe. A few strands of short, wavy grey hair show beneath a black hood, but the most noticeable feature of the face are the stark blue eyes that are focused on an unseen opponent. Twin bracers of icy white are wrapped around the wrists, an obsidian symbol of an oval surrounded by five six-pronged lines easily identifiable marked on each, with an aura of mist trailing from the bottom of them. Wings of slate grey extend outwards behind the man, with some feathers swirling in a helix motion behind them. A convocation of five eagles fly about in the sky above, though they are little more than small specks in the distance. Unnoticed, a large, shadowed form looms behind the monk, arms upraised and ready to perform a hammer blow on the unsuspecting man.
I'm totally jealous. Will pay extra to get a cool portrait too.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
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"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
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"Mummy, I'm hungry, but there's no one to eat! :C"
Holy cow this was made in literally 1 hour. I love it! Thank you so much!!
A darkened area of forest makes up the backdrop of this portrait, massive boulders striated with pink and grey surrounding the area. A trickle of water glistens on one of the rocks, forming a miniscule puddle on the ground beneath. Standing directly in the middle is a lithe atavian woman, dulled, dark green wings peppered with black folded behind her, though feathers of a vibrant garnet shade show further down. A crimson chrysanthemum adorns her olive skin at the temple, giving way to an auburn-streaked fringe that is side-swept to highlight one of her violet eyes, the rest of her brown hair braided with thorny vines and pulled back into a ponytail. A jungle green tunic of rugged leather covers her torso, slightly covering the top of black trousers. Boots of buffed black leather cover the lower leg up to red strips sewn into the trousers, burnished metallic plates secured by engraved silver buckles resembling claws. A silver necklace hangs around her throat, partially concealing an ovoid mark on the left side, with an oak leaf pendant dangling slightly below the neckline. A vine-wreathed sylvanic quarterstaff rests in the crook of her right arm, a substantial amount of scar tissue drawn with painstaking care to appear exactly the same as the subject's. A few tendrils of green snake upwards from the ground toward the slightly elevated left arm, beginning to twine around the outstretched fingers. Lurking atop one of the boulders is a large, wolf-like creature, shadowy fangs dripping blackness as it snarls down at the unsuspecting atavian. It has 75 months of usefulness left. It weighs about 3 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
They even got the description of my grove, my scars and my changed wings. This is amazing!
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
Hiroma tells you, "I just got to listen to someone complain about your deadly axekick being the bane of their existence." Archdragon Mizik Corten, Herald of Ruin says, "Man, that was a big axk." Hellrazor Cain de Soulis, Sartan's Hammer says, "Your [sic] a beast."
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An enormous tree dominates the background of this portrait, surrounded by a variety of wildlife.
Seated directly in the middle of the painting is a tsol'aa, his long, golden hair glowing in the sun
as it flows down to nearly surround the emaciated figure, spread out along the ground beside him on a black cloak that stands out prominently beneath the brightness of the burnished locks. Though the hair hides a fair amount of his pale features, dull-grey eyes stare off into the distance, unaware of the immediate surroundings. Gloves, loincloth, and boots complete the ensemble, the colour matching the eyes perfectly. Upon closer inspection, the wildlife behind the tsol'aa is warped and slightly faded, as if ghostly in nature. Their eyes are blood red, and appear to be focused malevolently on the unconcerned man.
Dense jungle provides the backdrop of this colourful portrait, though the main focus is a human monk in the Scorpion stance. Though on the short side, the strength of the man is evident in the calm of his face and stance. A few scars are noticeable on the small amount of pale skin that shows beneath a black cloak and robe. A few strands of short, wavy grey hair show beneath a black hood, but the most noticeable feature of the face are the stark blue eyes that are focused on an unseen opponent. Twin bracers of icy white are wrapped around the wrists, an obsidian symbol of an oval surrounded by five six-pronged lines easily identifiable marked on each, with an aura of mist trailing from the bottom of them. Wings of slate grey extend outwards behind the man, with some feathers swirling in a helix motion behind them. A convocation of five eagles fly about in the sky above, though they are little more than small specks in the distance. Unnoticed, a large, shadowed form looms behind the monk, arms upraised and ready to perform a hammer blow on the unsuspecting man.
Love this.
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That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
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Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
(spoiler can shock)
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You made my heart so happy that I vomited blood. [/spoiler]
I also want to rave:
@Aegoth for being a good brother,
@Katzchen, for her patience.
@Kresslack & @Zephyros for joining the Fist
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A darkened area of forest makes up the backdrop of this portrait, massive boulders
striated with pink and grey surrounding the area. A trickle of water glistens on one of
the rocks, forming a miniscule puddle on the ground beneath. Standing directly in the
middle is a lithe atavian woman, dulled, dark green wings peppered with black folded
behind her, though feathers of a vibrant garnet shade show further down. A crimson
chrysanthemum adorns her olive skin at the temple, giving way to an auburn-streaked fringe
that is side-swept to highlight one of her violet eyes, the rest of her brown hair braided
with thorny vines and pulled back into a ponytail. A jungle green tunic of rugged leather
covers her torso, slightly covering the top of black trousers. Boots of buffed black
leather cover the lower leg up to red strips sewn into the trousers, burnished metallic
plates secured by engraved silver buckles resembling claws. A silver necklace hangs around
her throat, partially concealing an ovoid mark on the left side, with an oak leaf pendant
dangling slightly below the neckline. A vine-wreathed sylvanic quarterstaff rests in the
crook of her right arm, a substantial amount of scar tissue drawn with painstaking care to
appear exactly the same as the subject's. A few tendrils of green snake upwards from the
ground toward the slightly elevated left arm, beginning to twine around the outstretched
fingers. Lurking atop one of the boulders is a large, wolf-like creature, shadowy fangs
dripping blackness as it snarls down at the unsuspecting atavian.
It has 75 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 3 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
They even got the description of my grove, my scars and my changed wings. This is amazing!
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
Archdragon Mizik Corten, Herald of Ruin says, "Man, that was a big axk."
Hellrazor Cain de Soulis, Sartan's Hammer says, "Your [sic] a beast."