sword and dagger in hand prompts

6 months ago

"A highly detailed, hyper-realistic painting depicting a medieval fantasy adventurer in the foreground, wearing a rugged black jacket, holding a dagger in one hand and the severed head of a monster in the other. His face is hidden beneath shadows, walking confidently ahead. A perfectly crafted sword is strapped to his back. Behind him, a cave dungeon is engulfed in flames, with the fire’s glow illuminating the surrounding area. The nearby trees and grasses bend violently under massive winds. The sky is a crystal-clear cyan, contrasting with the dull and grey atmosphere. Despite the destruction, the environment is rich with colorful and highly detailed flora and fauna, adding a mystical beauty to the scene.

3 months ago

Panoramic view from above: In the vast desert, a large army from Mecca marches in horizontal rows, about 1300 fighters on foot behind ten knights, carrying swords, spears, daggers and metal hand shields. In front of them, ten knights from the masters of Mecca ride black Arabian horses, wearing shirts of different colors, loose pants, cloaks of different colors, leather slippers, black turbans, a turban is a type of top that is wrapped around the head and carrying Arab swords attached to their belts. They wear luxurious necklaces. The ten knights should be in the foreground and the focal point of the picture. This is in the first century AH. The army should be clearly visible in the background to show its size, the desert is open with golden sand dunes and rocky mountains on the horizon. A clear blue sky with a few white clouds. The bright midday sunlight with strong natural lighting emphasizes the size of the army. Highlighting the fine details of the costumes, weapons and the desert background.

6 months ago

Here are optimized **AI prompts** for generating **character sheets** and **expression sheets** with separated weapons/items, tailored for *Hollow Eden*'s aesthetic: --- ### **1. Marina the Starved - Character Sheet** **AI Prompt**: *"Full-body turnaround of Marina the Starved, a gaunt magical girl in a tattered sailor uniform with salt-cracked skin. Four neutral poses (front, back, side, 3/4 view). Isolate her jagged salt-crystal greatsword beside her, showing chipped edges and glowing erosion lines. Include: - **Close-up of her hands** gripping the sword, skin flaking into salt. - **Hollow Banquet ability**: Mini-panel of her eating a corpse’s soul, sword regenerating. - **Item Breakdown**: Salt shard grenades, rusted wish coins on her belt. - **Color Notes**: Pale blue-white skin, navy uniform with pink corrosion stains."* **Style Keywords**: *"Anime concept art, muted Studio Ghibli palette, Final Fantasy Tactics detail, slight watercolor texture."* --- ### **2. Vex the Uncatchable - Character Sheet** **AI Prompt**: *"Full-body reference of Vex, a bandage-wrapped delinquent with spiked ruby prosthetics (goat-leg and crystal arms). Four dynamic poses showcasing agility. Isolate: - **Ruby goat-leg** with piston-like joints and fracture lines. - **Bone-daggers** with serrated edges (floating beside her). - **Critical Miss ability**: Mini-panel of her grinning as an enemy’s weapon backfires. - **Item Breakdown**: Loaded dice, cracked mirrors in her pockets. - **Color Notes**: Ruby red crystals, yellow bandages, ashen skin."* **Style Keywords**: *"Dorohedoro gritty lineart, Tekken 3D model sheet, neon-noir lighting."* --- ### **3. Wisp the Showman Specter - Character Sheet** **AI Prompt**: *"Turnaround of Wisp, a translucent ghost with a top hat and kabuki mask chest-core. Show normal/Sentai forms. Isolate: - **Lantern whip weapon** with chain links resembling vertebrae. - **Spotlight Scepter** (gold-magenta) in Encore Mode. - **Encore ability**: Mini-panel of him transforming with fireworks. - **Item Breakdown**: Broken ticket stubs, a mic that emits flames. - **Color Notes**: Ethereal glow, gradient cyan-to-purple."* **Style Keywords**: *"Persona 5 UI flair, Kill la Kill cell-shading, holographic effects."* --- ### **4. Marina - Expression Sheet** **AI Prompt**: *"12 portrait busts of Marina showing: 1. **Battle Frenzy** (teeth bared, eyes hollow). 2. **Post-Feast Satisfaction** (salt tears, blissful smile). 3. **Sword Breaking Panic** (gritted teeth, hand clutching cracking blade). 4. **Empty Resignation** (dead-eyed, salt flakes falling). - **Separate Elements**: Her sword’s ‘hunger aura’ VFX, salt spray patterns."* **Style Keywords**: *"Madoka Magica emotional extremes, Junji Ito horror textures."* --- ### **5. Vex - Expression Sheet** **AI Prompt**: *"12 expressions of Vex, including: 1. **Critical Hit Joy** (tongue out, one eye winking). 2. **Painful Fumble** (nose bleeding, ruby leg cracked). 3. **Taunting Sneer** (flipping double middle fingers). 4. **Unhinged Laughter** (pupils dilated, pigtails thrashing). - **Separate Elements**: Ruby shard projectiles, ‘Luck Gauge’ UI overlay."* **Style Keywords**: *"Danganronpa sprite expressions, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World energy."* --- ### **6. Weapon/Item Isolation Prompts** **Example (Marina’s Sword)**: *"Orthographic view of Marina’s salt-crystal greatsword. Show: - **Eroded blade** with vein-like cracks. - **Hilt wrapped in wish ribbons**. - **Glow effect** when soul energy is absorbed. - **Scale reference**: Sword is 1.5x her height."* **Example (Vex’s Ruby Leg)**: *"Blueprint-style breakdown of Vex’s prosthetic goat-leg: 1. **Spiked knee joint** (retractable). 2. **Heel blade** (extends on kick). 3. **‘Critical Hit Core’** (glowing red gem in calf). - **Annotations**: ‘Material: Cursed Ruby // Weight: 8kg’."* --- ### **Pro Tips for AI Tools**: - Use **"--v 5"** in MidJourney for cleaner orthographics. - For expressions, add **"no background, solid color"** to focus on faces. - **Stable Diffusion**: Use "concept art sheet" + "isometric" for items. Need **alternate styles** (e.g., chibi, pixel art)? Just ask!

5 months ago

Several very realistic looking DND characters, the hooded giant, wielding a giant cursed axe, some wielding a large mace, some wielding a large sledgehammer, walking menacingly, stepping over shattered skeletons, gold bracelets, a jeweled belt, and necklaces. In front of him, a small barefoot female warrior in full armor, fully clothed and nowhere to be seen, all covered in armor and finery, stands with poise and dignity, arms outstretched to the sides, sword and dagger in hand, confident, a dramatic, cinematic scene.

5 months ago

Several very realistic looking DND characters, the hooded giant, wielding a giant cursed axe, some wielding a large mace, some wielding a large sledgehammer, walking menacingly, stepping over shattered skeletons, gold bracelets, a jeweled belt, and necklaces. In front of him, a small barefoot female warrior in full armor, fully clothed and nowhere to be seen, all covered in armor and finery, stands with poise and dignity, arms outstretched to the sides, sword and dagger in hand, confident, a dramatic, cinematic scene.

8 months ago

Panoramic view from above: In the vast desert, a large army from Mecca marches in horizontal rows, about 1300 fighters on foot behind ten knights, carrying swords, spears, daggers and metal hand shields. In front of them, ten knights from the masters of Mecca ride black Arabian horses, wearing shirts of different colors, loose pants, cloaks of different colors, leather slippers, black turbans, a turban is a type of top that is wrapped around the head and carrying Arab swords attached to their belts. They wear luxurious necklaces. The ten knights should be in the foreground and the focal point of the picture. This is in the first century AH. The army should be clearly visible in the background to show its size, the desert is open with golden sand dunes and rocky mountains on the horizon. A clear blue sky with a few white clouds. The bright midday sunlight with strong natural lighting emphasizes the size of the army. Highlighting the fine details of the costumes, weapons and the desert background.

7 months ago

Photorealistic CGI of a female ninja warrior in a desert. She is mid-motion, wielding a curved sword in her right hand and a dagger in her left. Her outfit is a red, flowing, form-fitting dress with intricate patterns, a hood, and arm guards. The background is a sandy dune with swirling dust. The image captures dynamic movement and a sense of action.

7 months ago

male d&d harengon, male dnd rabbitfolk, :: white fur with grey tipped ears, male rogue wearing grey leather armor, leather belt with lots of black buckles and pouches, dagger sheathed on hip, holding a short sword in one hand , highly detailed, dnd character art, high fantasy, fullbody big brown eyes

7 months ago

male d&d harengon, male dnd rabbitfolk, :: white fur with grey tipped ears, male rogue wearing grey leather armor, leather belt with lots of black buckles and pouches, dagger sheathed on hip, holding a short sword in one hand , highly detailed, dnd character art, high fantasy, fullbody big brown eyes

7 months ago

POV first-person perspective, I grip my sword firmly in my hand, its blade gleaming faintly in the dim light. The weapon is raised, held steady, its sharp edge pointed directly at the approaching soldiers. The sword is clearly visible in the frame, a symbol of both my power and my readiness for battle. I am dressed in the royal warrior attire of Nader Shah Afshar—a richly embroidered crimson silk robe, adorned with intricate Persian gold-threaded motifs. Beneath it, a dark wool tunic clings to my body, slightly creased from rest, and a thick black sash wraps tightly around my waist. An ornate belt hangs from my side, with a dagger tucked in, ready if needed. Before me, four soldiers advance, their weapons drawn—two wielding swords, two gripping daggers. Their movements are sharp, aggressive, their intent unmistakable. The flickering light of a distant fire casts shifting shadows across their faces, making their expressions unreadable but their hostility clear. The air is heavy with the scent of oil and fabric. Outside, the wind rustles the canvas walls of the tent, but my focus is locked on the soldiers before me. My stance is strong, poised for attack. The moment of battle is upon us, and there is no turning back.

7 months ago

POV first-person perspective, I stand firm, my sword gripped tightly in my hand, its blade catching the dim light as I face four attacking soldiers. The weapon is clearly visible in the frame, held with precision, its sharp edge raised for battle. My stance is aggressive, ready to strike. I wear the royal warrior attire of Nader Shah Afshar—a richly embroidered crimson silk robe, adorned with intricate Persian gold-threaded motifs. Beneath it, a dark wool tunic clings to my body, slightly creased from rest, and a thick black sash wraps tightly around my waist. An ornate belt hangs from my side, with a dagger tucked in, ready if needed. Before me, four soldiers lunge forward, their weapons drawn—two wielding swords, two gripping daggers. Their black robes flow with their movements, their attacks swift and ruthless. Our blades clash, sparks flying as steel meets steel. The flickering firelight behind them casts long, distorted shadows across the tent walls, adding to the chaos of battle. The air is thick with tension, the scent of oil, dust, and sweat mingling as the fight intensifies. I strike, they counter. They advance, I stand my ground. The clash of weapons fills the night, and in this moment, only one thing matters—survival.

7 months ago

Full shot, Nader Shah Afshar, now 60 years old, lies within a canvas tent, his face marked with the deep lines of age and battle. His eyes are closed, resting, yet his hand grips the hilt of his sword, resting beside him, ready for action. The blade gleams faintly in the dim light, a symbol of his power and the weight of his rule. His attire is that of a royal warrior—he wears a richly embroidered silk robe, deep crimson in color, adorned with intricate Persian motifs of gold thread. Underneath, a dark tunic made from fine wool clings to his body, its fabric slightly creased from sleep. His black sash, thick and embroidered, is wrapped tightly around his waist. A heavy, ornate belt hangs from his side, with a dagger tucked in. Around the perimeter of the tent, the shadows of soldiers with drawn swords stretch across the canvas, their forms shifting and dark against the night. The danger is palpable, their presence unmistakable. The night is thick with tension as the stillness is broken only by the occasional sound of the wind rustling the tent. The dim light from a distant fire casts an eerie glow, highlighting the ominous figures waiting outside, poised for any sudden action. The atmosphere is heavy with the promise of imminent danger.

7 months ago

Nader Shah Afshar, now 60 years old, lies within a canvas tent, his face marked with the deep lines of age and battle. His eyes are closed, resting, yet his hand grips the hilt of his sword, resting beside him, ready for action. The blade gleams faintly in the dim light, a symbol of his power and the weight of his rule. His attire is that of a royal warrior—he wears a richly embroidered silk robe, deep crimson in color, adorned with intricate Persian motifs of gold thread. Underneath, a dark tunic made from fine wool clings to his body, its fabric slightly creased from sleep. His black sash, thick and embroidered, is wrapped tightly around his waist. A heavy, ornate belt hangs from his side, with a dagger tucked in. Around the perimeter of the tent, the shadows of soldiers with drawn swords stretch across the canvas, their forms shifting and dark against the night. The danger is palpable, their presence unmistakable. The night is thick with tension as the stillness is broken only by the occasional sound of the wind rustling the tent. The dim light from a distant fire casts an eerie glow, highlighting the ominous figures waiting outside, poised for any sudden action. The atmosphere is heavy with the promise of imminent danger.

7 months ago

Nader Shah Afshar, now 60 years old, lies within a canvas tent, his face marked with the deep lines of age and battle. His eyes are closed, resting, yet his hand grips the hilt of his sword, resting beside him, ready for action. The blade gleams faintly in the dim light, a symbol of his power and the weight of his rule. His attire is that of a royal warrior—he wears a richly embroidered silk robe, deep crimson in color, adorned with intricate Persian motifs of gold thread. Underneath, a dark tunic made from fine wool clings to his body, its fabric slightly creased from sleep. His black sash, thick and embroidered, is wrapped tightly around his waist. A heavy, ornate belt hangs from his side, with a dagger tucked in. Around the perimeter of the tent, the shadows of soldiers with drawn swords stretch across the canvas, their forms shifting and dark against the night. The danger is palpable, their presence unmistakable. The night is thick with tension as the stillness is broken only by the occasional sound of the wind rustling the tent. The dim light from a distant fire casts an eerie glow, highlighting the ominous figures waiting outside, poised for any sudden action. The atmosphere is heavy with the promise of imminent danger.

7 months ago

Nader Shah Afshar, now 60 years old, lies within a canvas tent, his face marked with the deep lines of age and battle. His eyes are closed, resting, yet his hand grips the hilt of his sword, resting beside him, ready for action. The blade gleams faintly in the dim light, a symbol of his power and the weight of his rule. His attire is that of a royal warrior—he wears a richly embroidered silk robe, deep crimson in color, adorned with intricate Persian motifs of gold thread. Underneath, a dark tunic made from fine wool clings to his body, its fabric slightly creased from sleep. His black sash, thick and embroidered, is wrapped tightly around his waist. A heavy, ornate belt hangs from his side, with a dagger tucked in. Around the perimeter of the tent, the shadows of soldiers with drawn swords stretch across the canvas, their forms shifting and dark against the night. The danger is palpable, their presence unmistakable. The night is thick with tension as the stillness is broken only by the occasional sound of the wind rustling the tent. The dim light from a distant fire casts an eerie glow, highlighting the ominous figures waiting outside, poised for any sudden action. The atmosphere is heavy with the promise of imminent danger.

7 months ago

Nader Shah Afshar, now 60 years old, lies within a canvas tent, his face marked with the deep lines of age and battle. His eyes are closed, resting, yet his hand grips the hilt of his sword, resting beside him, ready for action. The blade gleams faintly in the dim light, a symbol of his power and the weight of his rule. His attire is that of a royal warrior—he wears a richly embroidered silk robe, deep crimson in color, adorned with intricate Persian motifs of gold thread. Underneath, a dark tunic made from fine wool clings to his body, its fabric slightly creased from sleep. His black sash, thick and embroidered, is wrapped tightly around his waist. A heavy, ornate belt hangs from his side, with a dagger tucked in. Full body camera. Around the perimeter of the tent, the shadows of soldiers with drawn swords stretch across the canvas, their forms shifting and dark against the night. The danger is palpable, their presence unmistakable. The night is thick with tension as the stillness is broken only by the occasional sound of the wind rustling the tent. The dim light from a distant fire casts an eerie glow, highlighting the ominous figures waiting outside, poised for any sudden action. The atmosphere is heavy with the promise of imminent danger.