When the dragons start attacking after years of peace, the well-fed manly heroes of the realm rise up once again to defend it.
These warriors went after the ice dragons, and although their breastplates no longer fit, it doesn't matter if you can defeat a dragon in one chop. All that extra weight just means more force behind the axe, right? Here's a few posing with their kill.
The (relatively) more agile roguish types went after the jungle dragons, having to rely on their remembered combat motions and sneaky strategies.
Some warriors tried to subdue the lava dragons but had a difficult time piecing their hides with conventional weapons. They eventually prevailed and also posed with their kills. One of the larger fellows accidently discovered an excellent strategy when he fell on a dragon's head, crushing it's skull under his mass.
The mages employed this strategy to it's fullest with their massively mana-bloated bodies. Levitating over a dragon's neck and slamming down vanquished many a foe.
Then there's this buff weirdo who didn't get the memo of peace and prosperity and has been fighting sand dragons for years, not getting rotund like many of his warrior brethren.
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Got inspired by @fatlazypanda 's mages and revisited an old concept of mine.
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Couldn't get much blood or evidence of combat in these without getting some really fucked up body horror. It got REALLY nasty at times, like gallons of intestines pouring out of open wounds. Also the fat folds of the mages kept being turned into pahoehoe lava.
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