Nothing is ever quite how they want it to look. Everything, it seems, could use some touching up and that is their greatest joy. Slowly they reach inside until it hurts, then the colors vomit forth. Indigo! Fuchsia! Viridian! Great gouts of radiance spewing forth! That strong golden shield of yours? It would look so much better transformed into a lush green patina. It may crumble at the first blow, but who cares? Not the prismatic slaadi.
8.25 inches by 11.25 inches
acrylic paint, ink and marker on watercolor paper
February 5, 2012
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Nothing horrifies an adventurer more than messing with their stuff. Not even death. Especially not death.
I like this comment very much Mordicai. And it feels oddly validating too. It has been so long (really...so so very long) since I played these games that the mindset is still very foreign to me. This short paragraph I wrote conceptualizing the Prismatic Slaadi was much harder than making the art. I'm truly pleased, and relieved, it had some relevance and impact. Thanks man!
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Awesome Scrap Princess! I am glad you liked it. Yours were a very very very tough act to follow, so I've had to work extra hard to make sure my own were my own and as unique as I could make them.
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