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    The sword plunges earthwards burying hilt-deep 'neath churned sod And armor plate shivers dully resonant as gauntlets loose their grip Pommel studded bright brass asterisk lying cold Hilt rag-doll limp where erstwhile warrior kneeled Arcthyril wards' eldritch phosphorescence fade Slow-dimming mote-star nova fading supernova Spell-force dissipated wan by increment Luminous blade etchmark of the heavens winks Out, great buckler falling board-sharp clang Shield rim bites hardpack adamantine mould The last breaths issue moist ephemerae tendrils Wreathe exhalations steam ghost grey ghost vapors Condensing mizzle shrouds noble profile marred By merciful oblivion final refuge granted Errant champion slumber deep peace of death Softer then when hero-king lies dreamt slumbrous in ivory repose Closing circuit chronicles tell unfinished Yet legend persists unbidden epically sung Through bard-song ballads troubadour's lute strings plucks Fame lives immortal, here dead Hamtaro Laid low, once mightiest of champions arrayed All valor concentrated compact vital kernel Heart ripped forth no sacrifice too costly to grant Great cause its full measure ... impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, Oil Painting, surreal, concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, volumetric lighting, detailed
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a young, male half-elf bard with long, flowing auburn hair and a meticulously braided beard, dressed in a vibrant blue and gold tunic with intricate embroidery, sitting cross-legged on a floating disc of arcane energy. He strums a lute with silver strings, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Beside him, an elderly, female dwarf warrior with short, graying hair pulled back into a tight bun, wearing a worn leather breastplate over a deep green tunic, laughs heartily. The disc hovers high above a vast ocean, waves crashing far below. The scene is lively and dynamic, capturing their joyous bond amidst a daring adventure, with sunlight glinting off their clothing and faces. (fantasy, high detail, dynamic lighting, aerial view, joyful expression) (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    The sword plunges earthwards burying hilt-deep 'neath churned sod And armor plate shivers dully resonant as gauntlets loose their grip Pommel studded bright brass asterisk lying cold Hilt rag-doll limp where erstwhile warrior kneeled Arcthyril wards' eldritch phosphorescence fade Slow-dimming mote-star nova fading supernova Spell-force dissipated wan by increment Luminous blade etchmark of the heavens winks Out, great buckler falling board-sharp clang Shield rim bites hardpack adamantine mould The last breaths issue moist ephemerae tendrils Wreathe exhalations steam ghost grey ghost vapors Condensing mizzle shrouds noble profile marred By merciful oblivion final refuge granted Errant champion slumber deep peace of death Softer then when hero-king lies dreamt slumbrous in ivory repose Closing circuit chronicles tell unfinished Yet legend persists unbidden epically sung Through bard-song ballads troubadour's lute strings plucks Fame lives immortal, here dead Hamtaro Laid low, once mightiest of champions arrayed All valor concentrated compact vital kernel Heart ripped forth no sacrifice too costly to grant Great cause its full measure ... impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, Oil Painting, surreal, concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, volumetric lighting, detailed
    In the heart of the medieval city of Quedlinburg, a weathered minstrel stands illuminated by flickering torchlight, his gnarled fingers dancing across a lute's strings. The cobblestone square echoes with haunting melodies reminiscent of Jethro Tull's folk-rock fusion, drawing curious onlookers from timber-framed houses. Mist curls around the bard's feet, blending with the smoke from nearby chimneys, creating an ethereal atmosphere. The warm glow of lanterns casts long shadows across weathered stone walls adorned with climbing ivy, while the spire of a Gothic church looms in the background, silhouetted against a star-strewn twilight sky. The minstrel's eyes, deep-set and wise, gleam with the magic of ancient tales as his voice weaves stories of heroes and legends. His colorful, patched attire stands in stark contrast to the muted tones of the medieval architecture, creating a focal point in the scene. A copper bowl at his feet glints with scattered coins, reflecting the warm light and hinting at the appreciation of his captivated audience. The composition draws the eye from the animated figure of the minstrel, along the lines of the timbered buildings, to the mystical church spire, conveying a sense of timelessness and wonder in this enchanted moment frozen in time.
    In the heart of a bustling, lantern-lit port city, where the salty tang of the sea mingles with the aroma of exotic spices and the air is alive with the sounds of merchants haggling and sailors singing, strides a figure of roguish charm and undeniable charisma. He is a tiefling bard, his presence both magnetic and enigmatic, a master of words and melodies who weaves magic with every note and gesture. His lean, agile frame moves with the confidence of one who knows every alley and tavern in the city, and his crimson skin, smooth and unblemished, seems to glow faintly in the flickering light of the lanterns. His face, a striking blend of human and infernal features, is framed by a mane of jet-black hair, its ends tipped with fiery red, as if kissed by embers. His eyes, a smoldering amber, glint with mischief and intelligence, their gaze sharp enough to pierce the thickest of disguises. His horns, curved and elegant, rise from his forehead like a crown, and his lips, curled into a sly smile, suggest a secret only he knows. His head is adorned with a wide-brimmed hat of dark velvet, its edge pinned up on one side with a brooch shaped like a lyre, its strings made of golden thread. The hat casts a shadow over his face, adding an air of mystery to his already captivating presence. Around his neck hangs a scarf of deep purple, its ends embroidered with musical notes that seem to shimmer in the light. His torso is clad in a tailored coat of rich burgundy, its surface adorned with intricate patterns of gold thread that catch the light with every movement. The coat is left open, revealing a vest of black silk, its buttons made of polished bone, and a shirt of fine linen, its sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, marked with tattoos of musical instruments and swirling notes. His hands, long and nimble, are adorned with rings of silver and brass, each one engraved with symbols of luck and creativity. In his right hand, he holds a lute of exquisite craftsmanship, its body carved from dark wood and inlaid with mother-of-pearl, its strings gleaming like strands of moonlight. His left hand rests on the hilt of a slender rapier, its blade hidden within a scabbard of black leather, its hilt wrapped in silver wire and adorned with a small, ruby-eyed serpent. Around his waist is a belt of braided leather, its ends tipped with small bells that jingle softly with his every step. From it hangs a pouch of supple leather, filled with sheet music, trinkets, and other tools of his trade. His legs are clad in trousers of deep navy, their fabric tailored to fit his form perfectly, and his boots, knee-high and polished to a mirror shine, are made of the finest leather. Over his shoulders flows a cape of midnight blue, its edges trimmed with silver thread, and its surface embroidered with constellations that seem to shift and dance in the light. The cape is fastened with a clasp shaped like a star, its center a small, glowing gemstone that pulses faintly with a magical energy. The background is a vibrant tapestry of life and color, where the lanterns of the port city cast a warm, golden glow over the cobblestone streets. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and the distant crash of waves against the docks. The focus of this composition is his upper body and face, capturing every detail of his expression, his attire, and the interplay of light and shadow that defines his presence. The overall color palette is a rich blend of deep reds, purples, and golds, evoking a sense of passion, creativity, and mystery. The scene is bathed in a warm, inviting glow, as if the city itself is alive and celebrating his presence. This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the world of a tiefling bard, a master of melody and mischief, a being who thrives in the chaos of life and turns it into art. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    none none none none none none none none none none A hyperrealistic and hyper-detailed masterpiece drawing set in a Neverwinter Nights setting, featuring a talented female human bard playing a six-string lute solo, immersed in a poignant and melancholic atmosphere with a hauntingly captivating aura, delicate decay, enchanting backlighting, and stardust particles; her beautiful hands strum the lute as she appears lost in a trance, evoking wanderlust amidst a dynamic and melancholic scenery enhanced by ray tracing and depth of field. The scene is set in the dungeons & dragons universe, DnD. <lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0.3> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak <lora:Comic book V2:0.8> High-contrast illustration

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