'Midnight Walker' Fianna Galliard.

Sci fi/Fantasy image by

Sebastian Meusel

My most recent Work. Sadly it to is simply too big to fit into my scanner so here you see only a small portion of it. In the Original he s surrounded by Trees and a Stag is standing in the shadows watching and listening to him play... You can make out its shadow at the very edge of the Pic. (The Stag beeing the most beloved Totem of the Fianna Tribe ) I played him a while back at ASHLAND Online Gaming.

Published More than a year ago

Category Horror

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