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fantasy, bright fantasy, hyper realistic, detailed, [Fantasy] Dwarven woman in scaled iron armour. Long braided red hair, helmet with horns. Smiling. Sitting on a bench with a tankard of beer. Sunset.
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[Fantasy] Dwarven woman in scaled iron armour. Long braided red hair, helmet with horns. Smiling. Sitting on a bench with a tankard of beer. Sunset. ,fantasy, bright fantasy, hyper realistic, detailed
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1104 x 1824
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Euler
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lowres, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, explicit
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1boy, solo, adult male, dwarf, stocky broad build, warrior, scaled iron armour, scale mail, long red beard, braided beard, beard with two thick braids, helmet, horned helmet, smiling, open-mouthed grin, tankard of beer, wooden tankard, holding tankard, sitting, wooden bench, sunset, orange sky, low sun, outdoor, wide shot, from side, cowboy shot, boots on ground, leaning back, elbow on knee, fantasy, warm palette A wide cowboy shot from the side, camera low and slightly below his eyeline so the orange sunset sky fills the upper half of the frame behind him. A short, broad, barrel-chested dwarven warrior sits on a heavy timber bench at a slight three-quarter turn to the camera, weight settled on his right hip, boots planted flat on the packed earth with the left foot drawn a little forward, torso leaned back and his left elbow resting on his left knee. His gloved right hand grips the wooden tankard by its handle, knuckles forward, the tankard resting upright on his right thigh, its rim just below the top of the frame's lower third. The scaled iron armour covers him from shoulders to knees: overlapping lames of dark iron laid in rows like fish scales, each scale catching a thin hot rim of sunset light along its upper edge, the lower edges sitting in shadow; a baldric crosses his chest. His helmet is iron, dented, with two curved horns sweeping out and slightly back, and beneath its rim his long red beard falls to his belt in a pair of thick braids bound with iron rings, the loose strands over his cheeks glowing copper in the low light. He is laughing: eyes crinkled nearly shut, broad grin showing teeth through the beard, cheeks lifted, head tipped a touch back and to his right toward the sun, gaze directed off-frame toward the sunset rather than the viewer. The sun sits low and just off the right edge of the frame: it strikes the right side of his face, the horns' near side and the tankard's flank with hot amber, throws his long shadow leftward across the earth, and leaves the left side of his body and the underside of the bench in deep cool shadow; the sky runs from molten gold at the horizon to dusky violet overhead, with the far ridgeline of hills reduced to dark silhouettes and no other figures anywhere. A thin foam head clings to the inside of the tankard's rim where it has tipped slightly. Palette: scorched orange, iron grey, copper red and dusky violet, nothing else. Warm, raucous, golden-hour fantasy.
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