Request for SmilingWalrus
They requested a Grave domain cleric kobold with glowing paint on their face. I love this so much. It took me very little time for a great result --> very nice~
Despite not looking much like one, this is indeed a kobold cleric. She is currently performing the Siantylleuad, the chant to the moon that makes the souls of dead kobolds leave the mortal realm. Usually, since many kobolds are born in the same season, many kobolds died in the same season. The dead were put in a large mound, and their skulls exposed so that people could leave rocks to show respect or ask for good luck. It was also celebrated with a large feast, and the last generation was remembered with great happiness. In the last few years, however, many kobold communities found themselves gloomy and sad when the cleric dances the Siantylleuad. They are being hunted down by humanoid races, their number rapidly declining. Clerics from other communities have abandoned their traditions, even as far as to leave the corpses behind while being chased. Yet, she still makes mounds. Yet, she still dances. Yet, she still chants her song, alone, under the moonlight.
Sorry, I went a little deep with that story~ That's a little worldbuilding bonus for ya.
Hope you like it~
They requested a Grave domain cleric kobold with glowing paint on their face. I love this so much. It took me very little time for a great result --> very nice~
Despite not looking much like one, this is indeed a kobold cleric. She is currently performing the Siantylleuad, the chant to the moon that makes the souls of dead kobolds leave the mortal realm. Usually, since many kobolds are born in the same season, many kobolds died in the same season. The dead were put in a large mound, and their skulls exposed so that people could leave rocks to show respect or ask for good luck. It was also celebrated with a large feast, and the last generation was remembered with great happiness. In the last few years, however, many kobold communities found themselves gloomy and sad when the cleric dances the Siantylleuad. They are being hunted down by humanoid races, their number rapidly declining. Clerics from other communities have abandoned their traditions, even as far as to leave the corpses behind while being chased. Yet, she still makes mounds. Yet, she still dances. Yet, she still chants her song, alone, under the moonlight.
Sorry, I went a little deep with that story~ That's a little worldbuilding bonus for ya.
Hope you like it~
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 896 x 1280px
File Size 169.2 kB
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