There are tales of entire villages, entire cities, absolutely wiped out. Every man, woman, and child. Dead. Headless. Even the statues, headless.
Millennia ago, the Hero chopped the Dark God's head from its shoulders. Ever since, it has been searching, and they say that if it ever finds its true head, our world will end.
Pray that the Hero returns before then.
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Pencil sketch on biggish paper. I darkened it quite a bit in Photoshop, only leaving light on the upper body. Digital manipulation is fun.
The head he's holding is the head of a Classic era Mesoamerican statue.
I've asked my friends on DeviantArt to help me come up with a name for him. A name that sounds suitably ominous and godlike, and is at least loosely rooted in an actual language. You can help, if you want.
2 comments:
OH but this is full of yum. You're making me want to pick up a pencil and start sketching like mad. Beautiful, rich line and volume
Thanks, man!
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