
@generalpha
Prompt
Alone against the fury of the tempest, the Precursor stands resolute, his gaze fixed on the roiling skies above. Lightning cracks across the heavens, illuminating his rugged features and the ancient runes etched into his armor, a testament to his connection to the sky Gods and his role as the chosen savior of the Orcs. With each thunderous boom that reverberates through the air, the Precursor's grip tightens on his warhammer, a weapon forged in the fires of adversity and tempered by the trials h
statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn
1 year ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024

![[war hammer] In the desolate steppe, Conan stands tall, Fierce eyes blazing, his grip tight on a warhammer's thrall. His hair wild, the wind whipping through, A warrior's gaze, piercing and true. Muscles honed by battles fought, Scars etched on his face, lessons hard-wrought. Warhammer gleaming, a weapon of might, Conan embodies strength, a force to ignite. Defiance and resilience in his every stance, A symbol of justice, ready to advance. With untamed power and unwavering will, Conan's legend g](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMjBlY2RlODktZDc2Zi00MjY2LWE3NzAtZDQ1MjIyYmZkNDdkLmpwZWc.webp)




![[warhammer] His muscular form is defined by years of battle, and his chiseled features bear the scars of countless encounters. In his hands, Conan wields a warhammer, its weight seemingly insignificant within his mighty grasp. The weapon gleams in the sunlight, a testament to the countless foes it has crushed under its devastating blows. With every sinewy muscle flexed, Conan exudes an aura of raw power and indomitable strength.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZjk4ZWVkMGQtMGY4OS00YzIzLThhMzEtYzY3OWI0ZTNiMjhjLmpwZWc.webp)




![[war hammer] In the desolate steppe, Conan stands tall, Fierce eyes blazing, his grip tight on a warhammer's thrall. His hair wild, the wind whipping through, A warrior's gaze, piercing and true. Muscles honed by battles fought, Scars etched on his face, lessons hard-wrought. Warhammer gleaming, a weapon of might, Conan embodies strength, a force to ignite. Defiance and resilience in his every stance, A symbol of justice, ready to advance. With untamed power and unwavering will, Conan's legend g](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZDRlM2M4ZDEtNGUyZC00NjVmLThlZDgtMzEwNDcxOTUyZGY2LmpwZWc.webp)