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----- After long hours of walking, the group had stopped, exhausted. The surroundings consisted only of a vast forest of purple tones. Alren was silent, thoughtful, his air as serious as usual. He had scouted the road, known for its dangers. But his head was elsewhere and he was unable to concentrate. His helmet on the ground, he was motionless, his eyes closed.
His deep reflection was interrupted by one of his mercenaries telling him that the road seemed safe, and that they would soon be ready to leave again. Alren merely nodded, attracting the curiosity of the young Sergal.
"This road, this forest, you can't imagine the horrors I've seen here." He replied. "The blood spilled, the one of the innocents who didn't ask for anything. That's what this forest was composed of a few years ago. Bodies lying on the ground, dismembered, slashed, their throats torn out." He opened his eyes. "Tell me. What's the only act that makes you forget such a massacre?" The young mercenary remained silent.
"Death" finished Alren.
He found himself alone again, his listener having left, slightly confused. Lost again in his memories.
The very sight of certain places disgusted him and revived deep pains he had long ago fled. But his look hadn't changed, he was still passive, indistinguishable.
As the group was about to set out on the road again to escort merchants, one of them uttered a cry that echoed throughout the entire forest. "Beasts!"
Alren opened his eyes again, his face changing to a more aggressive tone. His thoughts had prevented him from seeing the danger. Grabbing his spear, he was ready.
But he didn't know that this day would be the day everything would change. Forever...-----

That one took me almost one month, between me changing my graphic tab, the things I tested, the ones I realeased, the ones I did not.
One thing is sure, I'm proud of it, and proud of the first representation of Alren in full body.

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----- After long hours of walking, the group had stopped, exhausted. The surroundings consisted only of a vast forest of purple tones. Alren was silent, thoughtful, his air as serious as usual. He had scouted the road, known for its dangers. But his head was elsewhere and he was unable to concentrate. His helmet on the ground, he was motionless, his eyes closed.
His deep reflection was interrupted by one of his mercenaries telling him that the road seemed safe, and that they would soon be ready to leave again. Alren merely nodded, attracting the curiosity of the young Sergal.
"This road, this forest, you can't imagine the horrors I've seen here." He replied. "The blood spilled, the one of the innocents who didn't ask for anything. That's what this forest was composed of a few years ago. Bodies lying on the ground, dismembered, slashed, their throats torn out." He opened his eyes. "Tell me. What's the only act that makes you forget such a massacre?" The young mercenary remained silent.
"Death" finished Alren.
He found himself alone again, his listener having left, slightly confused. Lost again in his memories.
The very sight of certain places disgusted him and revived deep pains he had long ago fled. But his look hadn't changed, he was still passive, indistinguishable.
As the group was about to set out on the road again to escort merchants, one of them uttered a cry that echoed throughout the entire forest. "Beasts!"
Alren opened his eyes again, his face changing to a more aggressive tone. His thoughts had prevented him from seeing the danger. Grabbing his spear, he was ready.
But he didn't know that this day would be the day everything would change. Forever...-----

That one took me almost one month, between me changing my graphic tab, the things I tested, the ones I realeased, the ones I did not.
One thing is sure, I'm proud of it, and proud of the first representation of Alren in full body.