Prompt
medium shot, a shirtless viking holding a short burning torch in one hand raiding a burning village, rain storm, muscular, beefcake, hairy, beard, cinematic lighting, sense of motion, action, intricate details, cinematic composition
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text, watermark, low-quality, signature, moiré pattern, downsampling, aliasing, distorted, blurry, glossy, blur, jpeg artifacts, compression artifacts, poorly drawn, low-resolution, bad, distortion, twisted, excessive, exaggerated pose, exaggerated limbs, grainy, symmetrical, duplicate, error, pattern, beginner, pixelated, fake, hyper, glitch, overexposed, high-contrast, bad-contrast
Prompt
medium shot, a shirtless viking holding a short burning torch in one hand raiding a burning village, rain storm, muscular, beefcake, hairy, beard, cinematic lighting, sense of motion, action, intricate details, cinematic composition
Negative
text, watermark, low-quality, signature, moiré pattern, downsampling, aliasing, distorted, blurry, glossy, blur, jpeg artifacts, compression artifacts, poorly drawn, low-resolution, bad, distortion, twisted, excessive, exaggerated pose, exaggerated limbs, grainy, symmetrical, duplicate, error, pattern, beginner, pixelated, fake, hyper, glitch, overexposed, high-contrast, bad-contrast
Prompt
medium shot, a shirtless viking holding a short burning torch in one hand raiding a burning village, rain storm, muscular, beefcake, hairy, beard, cinematic lighting, sense of motion, action, intricate details, cinematic composition
Negative
text, watermark, low-quality, signature, moiré pattern, downsampling, aliasing, distorted, blurry, glossy, blur, jpeg artifacts, compression artifacts, poorly drawn, low-resolution, bad, distortion, twisted, excessive, exaggerated pose, exaggerated limbs, grainy, symmetrical, duplicate, error, pattern, beginner, pixelated, fake, hyper, glitch, overexposed, high-contrast, bad-contrast
A Warrior Stands: A Cry for Survival
Short Story
In a land torn by strife and the clamor of steel, he stood amidst the chaos, a beacon of defiance against the marauding invaders. His name had once been whispered with reverence in the tavern halls and around the warmth of hearth fires, but now, it was a rallying cry for survival.
The village that had been his home since birth was ablaze, the flames reaching skyward like the anguished hands of the fallen, beseeching the gods for mercy. The night was alive with the unending roar of fire as it devoured thatched rooftops and the battle cries of men who fought for what they held dear. Rain poured in torrents, a futile attempt by the heavens to quell the inferno, and in it stood the warrior, his frame glistening with a mixture of rain and sweat.
Fury etched his features, from the deep furrow of his brow to the hard set of his square jaw. His mane of hair, the color of ripened wheat, lay matted against his head, and his beard, a mass of unkempt bristles, dripped with the lifeblood of his adversaries. His eyes, however, told the real story – one of loss, pain, and an unquenchable fire of vengeance – shining with an intensity that seemed to rival the blaze that surrounded him.
Clad in naught but leather trousers and the scars of battles past, his formidable presence was accentuated by the breadth of his shoulders
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