Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.
Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.Half a dozen of the Queen's Guards stood at the gates, their clean redandwhite tabards and burnished plateandmail a sharp contrast to most of the people streaming under the stone arch. Backs rigid and heads straight, they eyed the incomers with disdainful wariness. It was plain they would just as soon have turned away most of those coming in. Aside from keeping a way clear for traffic leaving the city, though, and having a hard word with those who tried to push too fast, they did not hinder anyone
Prompt: 1582582:{ Speedpaint portrait [a Cat in dark street] with mixed brush strokes size by Junji Ito; robert oxley! Ismail Inceoglu; Gazelli; M.W. Kaluta; richard anderson; paint splatter; paint drips; drip painting; a masterpiece; 8k resolution; trending on artstation; maximalist; uncanny; highly detailed and intricate}
Prompt: Orc Krieger
Create an image of a fierce, muscular fantasy warrior who is not human. His skin is a pale reddish hue, indicating a non-human origin. The warrior has a prominent, angled jawline and is captured in a moment of roaring battle cry, showing sharp canines, enhancing his savage appearance. His eyes are narrowed in a wrathful glare with irises of a bright, intense yellow and black pupils. Dark war paint or tattoos streak from his eyes down his cheeks. His forehead is adorned with a tribal, symmetrical white mark, adding to his fearsome look.
The warrior's hair is fiery red and styled in a wild, flowing mane that cascades down to his shoulders. His face is framed by a well-groomed fiery red beard that matches his hair, both contributing to his barbaric yet majestic demeanor.
He wears a spiky, black metal shoulder armor, which gives a menacing silhouette, adding to his intimidating presence. The edges of the armor are sharp and jagged, suggesting it is both a defensive piece and a weapon in its own right.
in the background, the tumultuous orange and red hues of a raging inferno or battlefield set an apocalyptic scene. The blazing backdrop complements the warrior's color scheme and adds to the overall intensity of the image. Flames are engulfing the environment, providing a chaotic and danger-charged atmosphere fitting the warrior's fierce expression and stance.
Prompt: A fantastical landscape featuring a scorpion-like creature with a segmented carapace decorated with intricate patterns and shades of turquoise, cobalt, and gold. The creature has bright gold insectoid eyes. Its armored body is supported by powerful, textured legs ending in clawed feet. An Asian princess dressed in a scarlet silk dress rides seated on the creature's back. The princess is clad in a layered silk outfit made of a mixture of silk chiffon, primarily in shades of scarlet and silver, with a hint of a sheen on the surface of the outer garment. She is of slight build and has a serene complexion. In one hand she firmly grasps a short silver wand with an intricate pattern. The creature stands on a grassy plain with sparse shrubbery, against a dramatic backdrop of towering, mountains partially populated with tall conifers. The lighting suggests midday, with clouds slightly obscuring the sunlight. The overall atmosphere combines elements of a high fantasy world with an epic, adventurous tone.
Prompt: Kharak Brightscale
As you approach, a dragonborn with shimmering golden scales catches your eye. Kharak stands confidently in the marketplace, his arm glowing softly as he speaks to the spirits around him, and you can't help but feel a sense of warmth radiating from him, as if his presence promises healing and hope.
Kharak is a revered healer in the bustling town of Emberhollow, known not just for his potent potions and restorative magic but also for his ability to commune with the spirits of the land. What sets him apart from others in his profession is his unique ability to use ancient dragonborn techniques that incorporate both spiritual and physical healing, a skill passed down from generation to generation in his family.
Currently, Kharak is at the town's central marketplace, eager to share his knowledge and find adventurers in need of assistance. He has been particularly active these days, hoping to gather allies for an expedition into the treacherous Whispering Woods to uncover a rare herb rumored to amplify healing capabilities, motivated by a deep commitment to aid his ailing mentor.
Kharak has a distinct shimmering golden scale along his right arm that ripples with light whenever he performs magic. He often rubs this scale as he focuses on spells, creating a mesmerizing pattern that captivates onlookers, while occasionally speaking softly to himself, as if consulting the spirits before he acts.
Despite his outward calmness, Kharak harbors a deep-seated fear of failing to live up to his family's legacy. He secretly grapples with the shame of once losing a patient due to his inexperience, which drives him to seek out powerful herbs, believing they may restore his confidence as a healer
Prompt: You see Borislav Ironhelm, a stout dwarf with a thick, braided beard and eyes that gleam like polished coal. Pacing back and forth, he mutters ancient runes while scratching his chin, excitement evident on his face as he occasionally barks out laughter, even in the face of looming danger.
Borislav serves as the Castellan of the Frostforge Keep, a massive stone fortress nestled in the icy cliffs of the Vostok Mountains. Renowned for his exceptional skill in fortification and tactical defense, he is also slightly eccentric, believing that the spirits of ancient dwarven warriors guide his every decision, which leads to some unpredictable strategies.
Lately, Borislav has taken to wandering the icy halls of the keep, burdened by his quest to decipher an ancient runestone that speaks of a looming threat in the north. His aspiration to protect his kin drives him, as he hopes to strengthen the Keep’s defenses against an impending siege.
Borislav is often seen pacing with an intense furrow in his brow, occasionally stopping to scratch his thick, braided beard while mumbling runes to himself as if the rocks themselves might provide wisdom. His boisterous laughter, however, rings through the halls, reminding all of his boisterous spirit despite the seriousness of his duties.
Deep down, Borislav wrestles with the fear that the runestone's prophecy might reveal a darker truth about his lineage, one that suggests he is cursed to fail his people. To mask this, he performs grand gestures of bravado, hoping that his confidence will stave off the doubts that plague him and his family.
Relationships
• Thorin Stonebreaker: Borislav Ironhelm and Thorin Stonebreaker share a brotherly bond forged in the fires of a historical defense against an invading force, where they fought side by side, protecting their people despite overwhelming odds. Recently, Thorin has returned from a lengthy journey with news of mercenaries willing to assist in fortifying the Keep, sparking a renewed
Prompt: souless frightening woman A stunning depiction of a mysteriously powerful spiritual human, characterized as a mighty and exquisitely beautiful woman. She symbolizing quiet strength and spiritual optimism. The atmosphere exudes a romantic impressionism blended with nature core elements, set against a swirling blue sky, her eye are hyper-realistic. This hyper-realistic matte painting masterpiece is rendered in 8k resolution, blending hyper surrealism with intricate, ultra believable details. A close-up black-and-white portrait focuses on her curious expression, enhanced by exaggerated layers clown makeup. Her long flowing bright ruby-red fiery hair is streaked with silvery white streaks, while she wears tattered and torn white linen off the shoulder rags, creating a contrast. The mood of the scene captures a haunting blend of Stephen King-themed horror with a spiritual undertone on a black background.
In the style of: Tyler Jacobson, Gerald Brom, Yoshitoshi, Tsukioka, Hokusai.
Prompt: wanderer in a meadow observing mountains at the crown of Athalas. This is a point of 4 small mountains climbing to one giant mountain in the middle
Prompt: A close up view of depressed and impoverished personnel living in relative despair in an area of makeshift housing known as a Hooverville during the Great Depression. this is all japoening at the bottom of a close grouping of extremely
Prompt: A roll of toilet paper, the roll of power, a roll to rule them all, printed as a single line of text on the roll is a text in glowing runes, runic letters of fire, the roll is on an old oak table in a hobbit house, Tolkien, lord of the rolls, runic text only one single line around the roll
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
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