As the story is currently known, there were once four, hardworking men. Each one young, each one unassuming, each one so neatly normal in their world of fantasy, that they'd simply disappear from the average memory. However, this is a ruse. Each of these men serve a dark master, a being of immense power, immense mystique, with an immense need to delegate. Thus, these four men hide in plain sight, content with the mundane lives of humanity, but patient, eager, ready for the events they are needed, for when their master calls for them to enter far greater forms.

The first of these men, is Thulm, a lowly peasant that works and caretakes a tiny vegetable farm all by his lonesome, his scythe cutting ample lines into the fertile soil.

The second, is Galius, a stark contrast, as a pristine man of noble blood and fine art, who occupies his time with the delicate sowing and weaving the finest silks his land can offer.

The third is Sylv, a former ruthless pirate now bereft of a ship to call home, having little choice but to find coin in the angler business, thanks to his sea legs and canoe.

Finally, the fourth is Hodor, a sworn servant of the royal military, who finds his best work not just in the field, but forging the weapons to supply his comrades, and whoever pays.

On any given day, each of these men would simply toil the hours away in their work, rarely making a name for themselves, rarely going extravagant, rarely desiring for anything beyond their simple routines. Rare, with the exception of their expectation. The expectation that their much more valuable service may be needed. That their dark master may call.

Upon this call, the Farmer's scythe will tumble from his hands, and onto the ground, as the anklets of his master glow within tightening footwear.
Upon this call, the Weaver will set his tools aside, flicking loose strings to the air, as the bracelets of his master glow in his shifting robes.
Upon this call, the Fisher would begrudgingly pause, releasing his catch to the sea, as the belt of his master glows against his twisting corset.
Upon this call, the Blacksmith would snarl, tossing his failed work to the furnace, as the necklace of his master glows against his drying throat.

The glow would then brighten, and the changes take hold, a shifting mixture of pain and pleasure washing through each of their bodies, spongey scales and leathery hide overtaking skin.

Rr-r-rrccrrrriiiIIIIIIP!
Upon this call, the knight of the land will feel his feet expand, growing and swelling and fattening until hulking talons of muscle burst through his only pair of sturdy boots.

C-cirr-cik-cik-ccrrii-a-aaa-ck
Upon this call, the knight of the sky will splay his hands wide, listening as his nails darken and lengthen and sharpen until vicious claws of scales and bone protrude from his sleeves.

Squrrrirckricr-RIIIP!
Upon this call, the knight of the sea will drop to his knees, watching as the pain in his tailbone builds and builds, until a serpentine tail with a harpoon tip tears through his trousers.

"Hrrrgh...hrrrRRAAck, RRAAAAAAAAAGH"
Upon this call, the knight of the forge will sniffle and roar, for his jaws crunch and crack and split and deform, until his fiery breath spews from his maw once more.

"Go, my dragon kindred." The master would command. "Find my prey, rid them from my sight."

And upon this call, with the changes complete, the dragon kin would bow, with their mission set.

Bmmph, Bmmph, BMMPH, BMMPH
With meaty, thumping steps, the bare feet of the Earth Dragon sink deep into the tilled soil with every footfall, his thick claws churning up the dirt even with a casual stride, the footprints in his wake swelling larger and larger with each new addition, as even tiny flowers and saplings soon start to sprout and bloom around his impacts against the ground.

WooooOoOOooOOOOSH
Throwing open the window with a flick of the wrist, the Wind Dragon calmy steps up onto the railing, steps off, and simply raises into the air, currents of gale swirling across his fingers, catching into his robes, and launching him skyward, a hail of needles and blades yanked from the city's homes and dutifully following behind, fueling the growing storm.

SPLASH
With a roll of his eyes and a savage lunge, the Water Dragon dives deep into the lake he sailed upon, gliding through the undertow as if it wasn't even there, surfacing briefly to see the lake replaced by ocean, before diving back under, lights and images swirling across his form, making him seem more numerous and disorienting the faster he swam.

CRUNCH
And smashing down his door in a fit of rage, the Fire Dragon storms out from his temporary abode and towards the vast desert beyond, smog trailing from his nostrils and obscuring his march, onlookers scurrying away in terror so terrible that the memories instantly vanish, whilst the swords and hammers and weapons slung on his back glow with molten heat.

Upon their master's call, the four men, sculpted by the regalia across their ankles, wrists, waist and neck, set course for the dark plans laid before them. Not just out of payment, obligation, or even contract...but because in these forms, such power like this, livens up their dull lives so much more than mortal indulgence.

"Go my servants, my acolytes, my kindred." The voice spoke, its tone haunting, mesmerizing, and maddening to anyone beyond the four dutiful men.

"....May the weak tremble before you...."

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So, again, really not been able to keep up a consistent upload on either of these accounts, really struggling to get any projects complete around here. But I wanted at least something to post this month, just to keep this account from dying. So, I thought I'd share a concept that I made on a horny whim one day, didn't quite intent to upload so soon, and decided to upload anyway:
Four half dragon guys, each based on a body part, element, social status, and occupation.
Thulm the Peasent Farmer/Earth Dragon, with bloated foot talons.
Galius the Noble Weaver/Wind Dragon, with lengthy hand talons.
Sylv the Pirate Fisher/Water Dragon, with a huge harpoon tail.
And Hodor, the Military Blacksmith/Fire Dragon, with a dragon face.

Who are these characters, what story are they involved in, why have they agreed to serve this dark master?

....I don't know.

These were just random character designs I wanted to make, and well, I made them. I know they're antagonists for sure, and I've got plenty ideas for their powers and such, but uuuuh...not much else beyond that. Maybe I'll figure out what to do with them some day, but for now this piece was just made for the fun of it.
I can, however, share some bonus facts about each character that I have somewhat gathered, just to give them a liittle fleshing out:

Thulm:
-Dragon form is based on dinosaurs, namely T-Rex.
-By far the nicest and friendliest out of the lot. Absolutely adores his powers, adores nature, adores fighting, and has a kink for bursting out of his footwear, because I'm predictable and can you really blame him for that.
-Definitely has the wealth of the average peasant, as in nearly none, by far the poorest out of the four. Usually every time he changes, he has to go barefoot for a while or hope to get some good payment, since he often can't afford replacement boots for the ones he outgrows. Not that'd stop him from bursting out of course, but he constantly regrets letting his shoes pop because he usually has nothing to replace them with, outside of cheap sandals or slippers, terrible for farming.
-Believe or not, but he's actually the cleanest out of the four as well. He's a poor peasant but not an unwashed one, in fact most of the time he's about as tidy and nice-smelling as someone fresh out of the shower, with plush, soft, and supple skin in either form to boot. This is largely because, being an earth mage, he can just....take the dirt off directly, just slough it off entirely, even if he had been trudging through mud or swamps. Granted he has to put the dirt somewhere else, and usually he screws that up, but he's not really the brightest either.

Galius:
-Dragon form is based on birds, corvid flavoured.
-Technically the leader of the four, by virtue of being the most intelligent and rational, despite his demeanour suggesting otherwise. He's contested often as the leader, but somehow he's still keeping command, probably because the rest are rather incompetent without him.
-Very, very vain and snobby as per the usual noble stereotype. He considers himself an artist and goes on lengthy monologues and theatrical displays on how "extravagant" and "elegant" he is compared to the common folk. He's incredibly dangerous and sadistic in most other situations, near impenetrable.....but get him ranting, and your opening's clear.
-Uses the direct benefits of his elemental powers the least out of his comrades, preferring to use his wind powers as a psuedo telekinesis, as his main weapon is several hundred dozen sowing needles on strings he controls like dancing weapons, having a whole spider vibe to his fighting style. Is it effective against a seasoned warrior...eeeeeh...

Sylv:
-Dragon form is based off amphibious and aquatic life, more sea-serpent than dragon, hence his lack of scutes compared to his buddies.
-He got kicked out of his crew due to a mutiny situation. He wasn't the captain, more the chef or food-prep, and I don't quite know why he was specifically booted, but he's very bitter and angsty about it, and is likely planning revenge.
-Doesn't quite like the dark master because the changes he goes through are not only unflattering, but he's incredibly business oriented and despises wasting time. Profits are his main goal, and anything that slows or gets in the way of that irritates him massively. He'd much rather keep doing his fishing business than do what the dark master wants, but he knows he kinda has to pause his profits for his contract, which again, really bugs him. He complains about such, quite a lot.
-By far the deadliest out of the four, since he's incredibly good with dual blades, can teleport between bodies of water, can create illusory clones, and has a whole extra limb for stabbing people. In a weird way he doesn't even need the others, he can basically do whatever the dark master wants all by himself. Buuuut, while he won't admit it, he doe care deeply about the others and wants to still be with them. Aww.

Hodor:
-Dragon form is based directly off classic fantasy dragons, since he's by far the most traditional.
-He hates the dark master and his dragon form, because his transformations nearly kill him most of the time, and they hurt way more than the others. Given the whole...fire entering his lungs thing. After years upon years of that, well outside the human lifespan, yeah anyone would be upset.
-Is an actual war vet, hence his incredibly hostile attitude. By far he's the oldest, and he loathes having to deal with the antics of his kindred. They're the only people he tolerates on the planet, anyone else who tries to interact with him is given a growl of warning, and then the murder if they persist.
-He can, and will, murder you if he feels like it.

So yeah, that's basically what I've got so far. Very, very rough concepts, but I quite like them, and I would like to do more someday. What exactly would I do? No idea.

But hey, they're probably very attractive to...someone.