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- 手描き風の厚塗りの油絵, 夕暮れ空の日差しが強く差し込む真っ赤な風景。 背景に無数の西洋剣が突き立てられた『燃え盛る剣の丘』で 白髪のウェーブヘアの老剣士が 地面に真っ直ぐ突き立てた一本の両手剣に両手を添えて 下から見上げて挑戦的な表情でカメラを睨みつけている。 『私は偽物、君は本物という事か、ならば見せられるかね？本物の実力とやらを』 ーーー老剣士の外見ーーー 漆黒のチェインメイルの上から 漆黒の全身甲冑を着ており ボロボロになった歴戦の真紅のマントを羽織り 腰に2本の短剣を鞘に収めて左眼に眼帯をしている。 あらゆる戦いを潜り抜けてきた老練な人物であり 『弱者の戦いを見下す者』をとにかく嫌っている。 ーーー構図ーーー 上から下を見下ろす構図、その角度は水平から20度ほど 大男を下から見上げるような光景に近い。 手前側にも剣が数本突き立てられている。 ーーー補助プロンプトーーー 幻想的,ダークファンタジー,挑戦状,強者の貫禄,威圧感,神々しさ,老兵の意地,誇り
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artist: ratatatat74, An old knight, sitting in a clear opening. He has stern eyes that look tired from violence, short hair that turned white so long ago no one could say whether age or fear did it. The man is looking at the viewer with solemn dignity, as if preparing to say words he rehearsed long ago. He wears an old, but well-maintained brigandine, the brigandine is patches up in several places. The man holds an immaculate longsword across his lap. The blade is glinting in the sunlight. The golden guard has intricate protruding shapes of roses and thorns. The thorns seem numerous, but avoid the wielder's hand. The man's hand is resting on the sword hilt affectionately. The last rays of the evening sun shine over the scene, their light reflecting from the blade. Solemn melancholic atmosphere, dark red evening light.
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artist: ratatatat74, An old knight, sitting in a clear opening. He has stern eyes that look tired from violence, short hair that turned white so long ago no one could say whether age or fear did it. The man is looking at the viewer with solemn dignity, as if preparing to say words he rehearsed long ago. He wears an old, but well-maintained brigandine, the brigandine is patches up in several places. The man holds an immaculate longsword across his lap. The blade is glinting in the sunlight. The golden guard has intricate protruding shapes of roses and thorns. The thorns seem numerous, but avoid the wielder's hand. The man's hand is resting on the sword hilt affectionately. The last rays of the evening sun shine over the scene, their light reflecting from the blade. Solemn melancholic atmosphere, dark red evening light.
narrava
artist: ratatatat74, An old knight, sitting in a clear opening. He has stern eyes that look tired from violence, short hair that turned white so long ago no one could say whether age or fear did it. The man is looking at the viewer with solemn dignity, as if preparing to say words he rehearsed long ago. He wears an old, but well-maintained brigandine, the brigandine is patches up in several places. The man holds an immaculate longsword across his lap. The blade is glinting in the sunlight. The golden guard has intricate protruding shapes of roses and thorns. The thorns seem numerous, but avoid the wielder's hand. The man's hand is resting on the sword hilt affectionately. The last rays of the evening sun shine over the scene, their light reflecting from the blade. Solemn melancholic atmosphere, dark red evening light.
narrava
artist: ratatatat74, An old knight, sitting in a clear opening. He has stern eyes that look tired from violence, short hair that turned white so long ago no one could say whether age or fear did it. The man is looking at the viewer with solemn dignity, as if preparing to say words he rehearsed long ago. He wears an old, but well-maintained brigandine, the brigandine is patches up in several places. The man holds an immaculate longsword across his lap. The blade is glinting in the sunlight. The golden guard has intricate protruding shapes of roses and thorns. The thorns seem numerous, but avoid the wielder's hand. The man's hand is resting on the sword hilt affectionately. The last rays of the evening sun shine over the scene, their light reflecting from the blade. Solemn melancholic atmosphere, dark red evening light.
narrava
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