Tides of darkness swept over the land like locusts, the unholy offspring of malicious intent and primal corruption in the wake of what was known as the Great Era of Peace, when the populaces grew complacent with their little problems to ultimately overlook the largest of evils.
Champions were chosen - each from the Humans, the Beastkin, and the Faefolk - to rise against tyranny and decay.
This is the premise of a game-concept I've been bouncing around in my head for a while. Pictured is the Leonine (or Pantheran, I suppose would be the broader term) representative, wielding his greatsword and looking very much like a barbarian.
I realize I didn't give enough twist to his abdominal region to warrant any kind of readying swing, but I suppose it would work if he wasn't just readying and in the process of the attack itself.
Champions were chosen - each from the Humans, the Beastkin, and the Faefolk - to rise against tyranny and decay.
This is the premise of a game-concept I've been bouncing around in my head for a while. Pictured is the Leonine (or Pantheran, I suppose would be the broader term) representative, wielding his greatsword and looking very much like a barbarian.
I realize I didn't give enough twist to his abdominal region to warrant any kind of readying swing, but I suppose it would work if he wasn't just readying and in the process of the attack itself.
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Species Lion
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