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The Ajshari civilizations are extremely old, as old as the human ones at the very least. Great kingdoms and cities fell in ruin and were swallowed by the sands, forgotten by everyone, and their memory only remains in some old legends. The human colonization is only the most recent threat the Ajshar faced in their long history (and probably the worst).
Shadi has no idea who built the monuments that surround her, people say the ruins are cursed, but she doesn't believe in such things. She just looks in awe at the remains of a glorious past, and maybe she will also try to find some valuable artifact to sell....
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This drawing can pretty much be considered a "speedpainting", it took me 5 or 6 hours to complete it. I didn't ink, and I colored in a way less precise way, but I'm still pleased.
I hope you like it, and tell me what you think about this quicker style, and if you want to see more works like this occasionally! :D
Shadi has no idea who built the monuments that surround her, people say the ruins are cursed, but she doesn't believe in such things. She just looks in awe at the remains of a glorious past, and maybe she will also try to find some valuable artifact to sell....
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This drawing can pretty much be considered a "speedpainting", it took me 5 or 6 hours to complete it. I didn't ink, and I colored in a way less precise way, but I'm still pleased.
I hope you like it, and tell me what you think about this quicker style, and if you want to see more works like this occasionally! :D
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 863 x 1000px
File Size 1.97 MB
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert... near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
"Ozymandias" by Percy Shelley.
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert... near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
"Ozymandias" by Percy Shelley.
Cities and Thrones and Powers
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die:
But, as new buds put forth
To glad new men,
Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth
The Cities rise again.
This season's Daffodil,
She never hears
What change, what chance, what chill,
Cut down last year's;
But with bold countenance,
And knowledge small,
Esteems her seven days' continuance,
To be perpetual.
So Time that is o'er-kind
To all that be,
Ordains us e'en as blind,
As bold as she:
That in our very death,
And burial sure,
Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith,
"See how our works endure!"
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die:
But, as new buds put forth
To glad new men,
Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth
The Cities rise again.
This season's Daffodil,
She never hears
What change, what chance, what chill,
Cut down last year's;
But with bold countenance,
And knowledge small,
Esteems her seven days' continuance,
To be perpetual.
So Time that is o'er-kind
To all that be,
Ordains us e'en as blind,
As bold as she:
That in our very death,
And burial sure,
Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith,
"See how our works endure!"
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