Whoa! I wish I could draw like that. Wonderfully shaded and extremely detailed AMAZIN'

Yay.. D&D *chuckles* hmm.. have you tried depicting a little story with your art work. Sort of an introductory? That undead being looks very much like he is up to something. Would be fun to know what you might have imagined him doing. Good greif his chest is awsome. Nicely angled to match his hips and legs position. Hope you get nabbed up to illistrate or even to compile images for some future D&D book. You doo very nice work. His clothing is imaginative to.

So how is to be visibly invisible? Oh..I forgot, I am in an art comunity
btw. tnx for com.

Ok, now another commnet to reply. Excellent!
I'll said it again. Many fantasy pics are pointless, but are very beautifull. Look at the Guardian. How could anyone possibly fight in that armour? And he would stumble upon his robe before he could make two steps. If you want the story, then he is guardian on a ceremony, and the ceremonial clothes he is wearing are for the artistic purposes only!

lol being visibly invisible sucks, since it's my way of saying Obviously Ignored... lol. but you know, I got on DA and I'm not feelin' so ignored anymore

fantastic. *chuckles* I still like the artist styled clothing. No matter how inapropriate they may be for battling. But remember. In the past most flicked their cloak pins and dropped the cape for battles.

It seems a little oddly proportionate, but I still think it's realls a cool pic.

I could throw in a little story in for ya, but I'm outa this class here in a few min'.. Meh..

This is one of the cerimonial gaurdians of war. He follows along side his master in full pledge. He made him give his soul to the god of war in eternal servence unto him. The power that was bestowed into his possed corpse seered the flesh off his face as a small cost to pay.

Girr, I was just getting into a good storyline and accidentally made the page flip out... Errr.

So this is the Cerimonial Warlord Gaurdian. Every few thousand years the god of war comes to earth and reaks havok on the humans for their dissobedience and apathy towards his power. Back when he was first doing so, he killed off most of the worlds population in a quickened blow. He made those who didn't fight repent and conform to his religion to worship him as their new god. This one was the first to be chosen to follow him. He gave his soul for power, and that power as it echoed through him burnt the fleshy bits from his face. This minion, as his master, rise every few thousand years to set forth order among the distraught humans, and kill once more. Humans will fight back, but none will succede.

In his wake, he is the caller that summons the god of war from his grave, and his legion of followers.

-No time left, but it was fun anyways...

Hehe, great story.