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Blender & Daz Artist
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Favorite visual artistBoris VallejoFavorite moviesGuardians of the Galaxy, anything with Sandra BullockFavorite TV showsStar Trek Voyager, Star Gate, CastleFavorite bands / musical artistsMariha Carey, Nickle Back, Bon JoviFavorite booksMarriam Zimmer Bradley, The Green Mantle (forget the author)Favorite writersTough one. My mate Runjikol has written some awesome stuffFavorite gamesUFO series, Elder ScrollsFavorite gaming platformPCTools of the TradePCOther InterestsWriting, story telling, roleplaying games
rendered in daz with iray and a single spot light on her left. The background is just a plan with an image of ankhmorpork (I found here on DA but apologies I cant recall your name... if this is yours please let me know)
Digging in the soft dirt, the pale silver light of a full moon gleaming off the cold iron of her shovel as the diminutive figure lifts yet another load of dirt and stone out of the pit. She looks up, her disproptionately sized nose twitching in the cold night air.
The village is not quite asleep, she thinks to herself as she barely notices the name of one Esmerelda Greybarn etched into the stone near the pit she digs. "They do not need their dead..." she mumbles as she stabs the wet earth once more, her shovel making the delightful sound as it struck wood.
Hurriedly she throws herself to the floor, digging and grasping with her hands as she frees the top of the casket. She listens once more, whispering a spell of protection as she pulls out the hooked hammer and pries the lid off of the coffin. The stale smell of rotten flesh and some aged and diluted perfume assaults her sensitive nose and she reels back.
Climbing from the hole she dug, she casts another spell and an almost invisible been appears. She points and mumbles some words and it begins removing the body from the coffin and dragging it out to lay it down on the ground near the ruined grave keepers cottage. She had to get rid of him, so sleep and fire worked well. Another corpse for the grave and now no one to bother her as she picked up her staff and began the ritual of absorbing what soul this creature every had...