Placeholder: the troll sits on a rock, waiting in the forest. Record of Lodoss War style, Linework: Expressive, expressive black ink line art with variable stroke weights. Crisp contours define silhouettes while fine hatching adds subtle depth and form. the troll sits on a rock, waiting in the forest. Record of Lodoss War style, Linework: Expressive, expressive black ink line art with variable stroke weights. Crisp contours define silhouettes while fine hatching adds subtle depth and form.

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the troll sits on a rock, waiting in the forest. Record of Lodoss War style, Linework: Expressive, expressive black ink line art with variable stroke weights. Crisp contours define silhouettes while fine hatching adds subtle depth and form.

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers, ugly, malformed members

14 days ago

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