Creation Details
Panel prompts:
- #1“A few months ago I heard footsteps running away from the dryads tree. I found her still clinging to life, with a broken brooch near by that I put on my instrument. she now resides in my ring of mind sheilding that my father gifted me at the age of 12 and I honor her tree by making my yarting with parts of her tree, still decorated with marks and dents made when it kissed the earth. I keep a few of her acorns in my pocket in hope of planting her tree after we find the nobel who dared desecrate he”
- #2“I use heat metal to melt the coins and pour them down the nobles throat listening to it sizzle like bacon. I say "Go on talk. Oh wait... You can't...by the Gods above and devil's below. I will make sure you never step foot into a forest again. But I know someone who can." I touch a potted plant and the dryad screams of rage as she commands the roots to dig into the man moving upward until they exit through his mouth and eyes”
Art Style: Classic Action
Color Mode: Full Color
Panels: 2
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