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A little more play with some mixed media 3D/2D It's so damn effective *w*

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Tales from Devantos - Explosive matters part 1~700 years before the current events
It was the middle of the night when the horse carriage rode into the monastery yard. The rain poured down outside and the horses’ hooves slipped in the mud. It was a pitch black grandiose carriage with golden details and four as black horses. On top of the carriage sat a figure hidden under a thick coat. The door opened and person walked out. The man who stepped out of the wagon was large, it was almost a wonder he fit through the door. A wine-red cloak framed his massive build and a tricorn hat left his eyes in shadow. The man was to say the least pompous, several laces and golden trinkets adorned his coat, but it was hard to tell what army and what country he represented. He didn't seem to care for the mud as he with wide steps marched over the wet monastery yard and banged on the heavy wooden doors. An old stooped monk opened and peered up at the large stranger.
“How can I help you my Lord?”
“I'm here for Adam.

Description

A little more play with some mixed media 3D/2D It's so damn effective *w*

Illustration from this story:

Tales from Devantos - Explosive matters part 1~700 years before the current events
It was the middle of the night when the horse carriage rode into the monastery yard. The rain poured down outside and the horses’ hooves slipped in the mud. It was a pitch black grandiose carriage with golden details and four as black horses. On top of the carriage sat a figure hidden under a thick coat. The door opened and person walked out. The man who stepped out of the wagon was large, it was almost a wonder he fit through the door. A wine-red cloak framed his massive build and a tricorn hat left his eyes in shadow. The man was to say the least pompous, several laces and golden trinkets adorned his coat, but it was hard to tell what army and what country he represented. He didn't seem to care for the mud as he with wide steps marched over the wet monastery yard and banged on the heavy wooden doors. An old stooped monk opened and peered up at the large stranger.
“How can I help you my Lord?”
“I'm here for Adam.