A full body wide shot from a medium-low angle depicts a towering eight-foot-tall dwarf demigod general standing within a vast underground dwarven feast-hall, dwarfing a normal-sized soldier beside him. The general is a colossal gachimuchi warrior with an impossibly broad barrel chest, massive muscular arms, thick tree-trunk legs, and a round, firm gut. He has a fair, noblewoman-like complexion shimmering with gemstone-dust body oil. His massive, well-brushed, curly midnight-blue beard with grey streaks flows down to cover his chest, adorned with gemstones and metal rune-clasps. He wears a thin, loose shirt and wide Venetian slops beneath an ornate runic belt, paired with scarred leather spats, leaving his calves and feet bare. His calm, charming face features human ears; one hand grips a huge, etched ultra-magnum pistol while the other holds a crystal tumbler of bubbling fruit drink. Beside him, a standard dwarf in a gambeson stands at ease, only reaching the giant's waist. The background is a crystal-lit hall with carved stone pillars and long tables where other dwarves eat. The scene is bathed in warm amber light from sconces and white phosphor crystals, creating a detailed, high-quality anime illustration with a relaxed, atmospheric fantasy mood.
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A towering eight-foot-tall dwarf demigod general with the gachimuchi proportions of a colossal muscle-chubby warrior, standing in a underground dwarven feast-hall after a week-long battle. Full body wide shot showing his massive scale against the architecture. He has impossibly broad shoulders, a barrel chest as wide as a small wagon, a thick neck, short but thick tree-trunk legs, heavy muscular arms, and a round cobbled gut like tortoise-shell plate. His colossal beard of dark midnight blue with grey age-streaks spreads down to cover his cleavage and nipples. The shape of his beard is akin to references (https://i.ibb.co/KMrVWJP/fad2825b8865ce9cdae0c264323bf735.jpg &
https://i.ibb.co/C3yGrSrz/beard-moustache-9-3087217b.jpg). The styling and keeping of it is like (https://i.ibb.co/BKdM0kMz/Someone-is-getting-that-beard-2cropped.jpg &
https://i.ibb.co/Nd6x4n3x/Someone-is-getting-that-beardcropped.jpg) well brushed, curly and shaped without braiding. Its as much a mane for his face as a chest for his chest and woven with gemstones as mementos of fields of accomplishment and precious metal rune-clasps for reward medals and clan rings served/saved or suborned to his feats and accomplishments. He wears a thin soft loose shirt and Venetian slops (a style of loose, puffed, and wide 16th-century breeches worn during the Renaissance and Elizabethan eras, these only cover as low as the thighs) under a wide ornate runic belt, with thick scarred leather spats, otherwise his legs and feet, all of his skin, is bare, with surprisingly light and fair complexion - akin to a beauteous noblewoman. One hand holds a huge custom ultra-magnum pistol with etched prayers but purely the product of engineering as to magic save maybe the materials constructed with, the other a crystal tumbler of bubbling fruit drink. His skin shimmers with body oil made with crushed gemstone dust, silver threads in his beard catching the dwarven innovated phosphor crystals used to make a variation on LEDs. His face is calm, firm, quietly charming with a leader's knowing warmth, human ears without points. Beside him, a normal-sized Dragon-Age-Legion-of-the-Dead-style dwarf in gambeson stands at ease, helmet off, only reaching the giant's waist, emphasizing the impossible scale. Behind them, other Legion dwarves rest and eat at long stone tables in the vast crystal lit hall of the cleared holdfast, warm amber light on carved stone pillars and dwarven craftwork, atmospheric fantasy scene, clear lighting from sconces and other embedded or set up crystal white light fixtures the dwarf and his party made, detailed masculine rendering.
No one is bald, no one has animal features in the ears or body, no one has horns. No metal armor is worn even if weapons nearby and lesser protective gear in attendance. It is a repast amongst field bethren and peers and acceptance. To relax and appreciate from the forever war. To partake of its rare yet profound spoils.