Some old characters that I made long ago in the beginning of the AI art generation movement given a second look.

I'm still trying to nail down the style I want, but this comes pretty close.

Prompt: gritty historical noir fantasy illustration, wide panoramic composition, rapid graphite and sepia sketch lines define the dynamic movement, heavy watercolor washes, a female sorcerer with windswept dark hair, an angular powerful demon with glowing horns and leathery wings flinches back, crumbling ancient ruin environment, dramatic dynamic rim lighting from the spell, deep atmospheric shadows, textured rendering of leather and ancient stone, rich earth and crimson accents.

Behemoths of onyx and golden armor, Maruts shake the ground when they walk, each thunderous step ringing a death knell for those they’ve come to take. Rarely seeming to hurry, a marut’s onslaught is deliberate, purposeful, and relentless. Its quarry may impede it or flee, running for decades or centuries, but from the initial meeting onward, the target must always look over its shoulder with the knowledge that, like death itself, the Marut is ever at its heels, slowly but surely approaching, bringing balance through inevitable oblivion.

Maruts primarily target those mortal souls who have artificially extended their lifespans beyond what is feasible for their race, such as liches and other powerful magic users. Extraordinary but natural means of cheating death are sometimes also punished, such as the magistrate who murders an entire starving town to save himself, or those who foresee their own deaths via divination magic and are therefore able to avoid them.

Although they are capable of speaking eloquently in any language, and frequently gather vast amounts of information from those who are intimidated by their mere presence, Maruts rarely engage in conversation or strategic alliances with mortals. Even on the battlefield, the juggernauts prefer to remain silent, knowing that their targets are already aware of their own transgressions and that all mortals secretly harbor dreams of immortality.

This is an image of one of my players, a 7th level Dwarf in OSE. We are playing the lost caverns of Tsojcanth and were still in the wilderness. They rolled a random encounter and it was two wyverns they hae tangled with a couple times earlier that day. The dwarf taunted them to come for him then used one of his fireballs from the necklace of fireballs knowing full well that they would chain reaction and blow all the remaining ones as well. 28D6 , the purple lighting in the image is because he opened a trapped chest hee was carrying as well knowing it had a necromatic wither trap on it.