Gargs On the March


No story today, just art. 

I was playing with the Stable Diffusion AI to generate some basic images. Later, I "doctored" them with a couple of digital programs.

I am preparing for an Alliance LARP event in November, and my art/story time has been replaced with garb/armor time.

This image reminds me of the guards in the Wizard of Oz



This one has a Dune vibe.


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