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In the Shadows of the Mountains - Chapter Twelve: The Spoils of Cruelty
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Dreamshaper XL Lightning
The smell of smoke and decay lingered in the air as the Crusaders arrived at the village, now nothing more than a charred remnant of what had once been a home to innocent families. Alexander, Sir Edmund, and Gautier rode in silence, their expressions darkened by the sight before them. Bodies lay scattered across the ground, faces frozen in horror, their lives stolen by the merciless force of Tariq’s men. The village was eerily silent, the only sound a faint, mournful wind sweeping through the ruined buildings.
Alexander dismounted, his gaze fixed on the remnants of a family clustered near the village center—parents and children alike, their expressions frozen in terror. His heart clenched, a mixture of sorrow and fury settling within him. “This is the work of evil,” he muttered, his voice filled with disgust. “No God would condone such barbarity.”
Medieval Fantasy Village Under Siege at Golden Hour
A breathtakingly cinematic medieval village lies in ruins, set against a dark and ominous forest backdrop. Soft mist rises, shrouding the charred remains in mystery, as the warm glow of the golden hour sun casts an eerie light on the ash-covered stone walls. Deep blues and oranges dominate the palette, w...
Created by JellyDonut on Oct 29, 2024 using the Dreamshaper XL Lightning AI image generator model.
Creation Settings
- Preset Style
NightCafe
- Text Prompts
- Burned Medieval VillageWeight: 1detailed matte painting, deep color, fantastical, intricate detail, splash screen, complementary colors, fantasy concept art, 8k resolution trending on Artstation Unreal Engine 5Weight: 0.9
- Model
- Initial Resolution
Medium
- Aspect Ratio
1:1
- Runtime
Short
- Overall Prompt Weight
50%
Edmund clenched his fists, his face pale with anger. “These heathens have defiled our lands and mocked our faith,” he growled, his tone low and dangerous. “There can be no mercy for those who commit such atrocities.”
As they moved deeper into the village, they spotted a small group of Arab stragglers—about fifteen men, rummaging through the belongings of the dead, looting whatever they could carry. One man, oblivious to the approaching Crusaders, pried a ring from a lifeless hand, his face alight with greed.
Gautier was the first to act, his sword drawn. “Scavenging vultures,” he spat, advancing on them with a cold, predatory gaze. “You will pay for your sins in blood.”