Miles further on, high up in the mountaintop fortress, a heavily robed priestess hears the wailing song.
“Raise the alarm!” she shrieks. “The Harpy’s are being attacked!”
Several non-human creatures rush in and a small, chalk skinned one with bulging eyes and wild hair whispers, “Do you think they got past them?”
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Ooh... foreshadowing...
Are you talking about Durin's willy?
;)
I must admit I missed that one the first look. Not sure how though! Maybe I did see it, but my unconscious stepped in to save my sanity!
I thought you couldn't draw genetalia?! A new talent is found...
Not 'couldn't', but rather 'reluctant'.
Don't know why I'm such a prude.
Boobs are no problem.
Weeeeellll....
Looking at it I wouldn't call it a talent just yet :D The first time it took me a while to figure out what it is! But perhaps it was also the small sane part of my brain trying to save me... ;-)
What are you talking about?
I based it on a scaled down version of my own.
;)
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