I might be in on stealin some of dat ganja if dis fine troll be ya otha sista,
(Frankly she looks like a night elf in some regards, full five digits and no fangs butt, eh)
Last edited by terricon4; 2011-03-20 at 10:08 PM.
Creativity is a gift, but through it reality a burden.
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there's always more, it just hides in very sneakish places!PS: these are probably just reposts since Sy have probably posted all draenei arts in the world
the term space goat is indeed overrated.
those poor talbuks didn't deserve that insult.
in "some" regards? xD
she IS an elf. or to be more exact, a drow.
i knew you missed me! :P
Good to see this is still alive
<3
NO OGRES, NO MORE ELVES, NO FURBOLG, NO EMRALD DREAM, NO REHASHED OLD CONTENT, NO DEMON HUNTER!
Get the point? Give us something NEW for Groms sake!
Agreed, btw whats a drow, the skin tone always makes me think troll on that one, doesn't match any elf I recall quite right.
I forget the source of almost all my pieces got a few hundred pics of art on my drive, most is fan art from WoW and other games. Too bad ya cant upload images here, I have a copy of that belf priest everyone wanted awhile ago in 694*800, + several others that people haven't posted yet to my knowledge.
For now here's one I did awhile ago, used a mouse so meh, based it off of another troll pic I found. It was more of an experiment than a serious art piece.
EDIT:Found a copy of the priest, one of my favorites frankly.
Last edited by terricon4; 2011-03-20 at 11:44 PM.
Creativity is a gift, but through it reality a burden.
it's not warcraft.
drows are more or less the dark/night elves from d&d as far as i know.
Some moar Trolls
Two new Worgen related pieces for some books coming, contracted through Arsenal21, not really fan art but just awesome anyway.
I prefer the second one myself.
Now if you'll excuse me I haft to go try my hand at a Worgen
Creativity is a gift, but through it reality a burden.
Okay so I just found something I wrote a few months back, one night after downing LK. Its a bit different as far as fan art goes, but I think its kind of cool so I guess I'll share it. Also, I thinks it's the shortest fan-fiction ever written.
When she was young, Katelyn Menethil came across a disheveled grave, taking notice that it bore her family name. Curiosity took grasp of her mind, and she began to clear from it several lifetimes of growth and disrepair. She could make out but one word from the stone. Arthas. She had never heard the name before, but she felt a deep pity for this man from the distant past. Not a soul had visited this grave for centuries, and surely he did not deserve to be so alone. From that day forth, Katelyn took flowers to the stone every Sunday. She would sometimes try to speak to Arthas, telling him of her loves, her dreams, her triumphs, and her tragedies. For a lifetime she did this, so that he would at least have one friend, in a world that had long forgotten him. She often imagined Arthas' life, wondering if he had been an adventurous explorer, sailing unknown seas for treasure or glory. Or perhaps a valiant knight, saving maidens from danger and battling fearsome dragons. Still, she supposed that he was likely just an ordinary man, trying to make the best life that he could for himself and his family. A thousand lives Arthas lived in her mind, yet never did she suspect that all of Azeroth once trembled, at the wrath of the Lich King.
The ending (plus the rest of it) was really bad, I know, but I felt like it belonged somewhere other than on a piece of paper in my desk drawer.