Devil Girl, red skin, DnD, red tail, black horns, sword, Karlach, tiefling, Axe, IFBB.
now there is sd.1.5 and XL files. the SDXL is the same training images, I did uses an improve captioning. However despite using the same training images the result are much different. The 1.5 model merge the images into 1 idea. the XL model appear to have several style preserved with. photo real, illustration, 3D, comic. the one flaw u need to prompt out is Text. the XL models love to include the Tigger word on the image. and logos. a lot of the train images ad BG3 dialog options and floating words appear a lot.
David Michaels stood on the cusp of the portal, the culmination of his relentless quest for the unknown. The arcane device hummed softly, resonating with the otherworldly frequencies of the multiverse. After numerous tests with creatures and objects, David, armed with a pistol, video camera, and a cooler filled with drinks, decided to venture into the unseen.
The transition was seamless, depositing him into a vibrant forest teeming with unfamiliar life. Nature's chorus surrounded him – chirping birds, darting squirrels, and grazing deer. Yet, amid the beauty, a voice cut through the air, speaking English with an otherworldly accent.
Karlach emerged, a tiefling who had dodged the horrors of the blood war in the Nine Hells. Injured from a crash in Faerûn and pursued by Zariel's agents, she embodied a paradox of energy and vulnerability.
David, perplexed by her demonic appearance, hesitated. Karlach sensed his uncertainty and, with a mix of sincerity and awkwardness, explained her plight. Her emotions, raw and unfiltered, painted a vivid picture of her escape and her struggle against the forces that pursued her.
"Look, stranger," Karlach's voice, a blend of joy and pain, reached David's ears. "I'm not your everyday demon. I've tasted the worst the Hells had to offer, and now I'm just trying to survive on this godforsaken realm."
David, torn between caution and compassion, listened as Karlach spoke of her escape from Zariel's agents. Despite her demonic appearance, her personality shone through – a resilient warrior with a penchant for the simple pleasures of life.
"You might think I'm some nightmare, but I'm just like you, trapped in a twisted tale," Karlach continued. "I need help. Can you spare it, or are you too blinded by the horns and tail?"
David, sensing her pain and sincerity, chose empathy over prejudice. "I don't understand your world, but I know when someone needs help. Let me lend you a hand, demon or not."
As he helped Karlach to her feet, the forest echoed with distant voices. A trio of adventurers, led by Shadowheart, the dark-haired elf, emerged. Karlach, still recovering, faced them with a mix of defiance and vulnerability.
"Who are you, and why are you helping this demon?" Shadowheart's gaze bore into David.
Karlach, catching her breath, interjected, "I'm no demon, just a soul trying to escape the grip of hell. He's helping because he sees beyond the horns, unlike you, elf."
David, ever the mediator, felt the tension thickening in the air. The elf, Shadowheart, unsheathed her blade, her companions following suit. Karlach, wounded but defiant, stood beside David, who raised his hands in a pacifying gesture.
"Easy, everyone. No need for drawn weapons," David spoke, his voice calm and resonant. "We're all strangers in this strange land, and fighting won't get us anywhere. Let's put the blades away and have a civilized conversation."
His words hung in the air for a moment, the silence broken only by the rustling leaves and the distant sounds of the unfamiliar forest. The tension slowly began to dissipate as Shadowheart reluctantly sheathed her weapon, eyeing David suspiciously.
"Why should we trust this outsider?" she questioned, her tone sharp.
David smiled, his charismatic aura working its magic. "Because I believe in second chances, and I believe in understanding before judgment. Now, let's not waste time with pointless conflicts. I have a place nearby where we can talk in peace. Maybe even figure out how to help Karlach here."
Despite the lingering skepticism, the allure of David's proposition was hard to resist. The adventurers exchanged glances, silently communicating their thoughts. Ultimately, curiosity and the desire for a resolution won over.
"Lead the way," Shadowheart conceded, her party following David as he guided them back through the portal to his makeshift haven.
The transition through the portal was as seamless as before, and soon they found themselves in a cozy, well-lit room adorned with strange artifacts from various realms. The atmosphere shifted from one of confrontation to one of curiosity.
David offered them seats and refreshments from his cooler, breaking the ice with light-hearted anecdotes and tales of his own travels through the multiverse. As the adventurers listened, their initial wariness began to thaw, replaced by a shared sense of intrigue.
Karlach, grateful for the unexpected reprieve, found herself opening up to the group about her past, her struggles, and the relentless pursuit she faced. Shadowheart, though still guarded, couldn't ignore the genuine desperation in Karlach's eyes.
David continued to assist the group, his hands skillfully treating wounds and offering support, all the while the only one among them not infected with the mind flayer tadpole. Despite the lack of personal danger, he decided to accompany them back into Faerûn.
When questioned about his decision, he simply grinned and said, "I met people from another world – a tiefling, an elf, and a githyanki, supermodels. Who wouldn't want to join in!" He loaded up his pack with ammo, pistols, and rifles, revealing a seemingly carefree attitude towards the impending danger. The others could see that David was a good-hearted madman, seemingly unfazed by the potential peril, a trait that both fascinated and concerned them.
As the group emerged from the portal into Faerûn, led by Shadowheart, they found themselves in a clearing that was soon disrupted by the ominous howls of a large group of gnolls. The companions braced themselves for battle as the gnolls closed in, outnumbering them significantly.
Karlach's exclamation summed up the dire situation, "We are messed up!" she barked.
David, however, stood calmly, a grin playing on his lips. He raised his FN SCAR-H, eyes focused, and squeezed the trigger. The first shot rang out, and within seconds, four gnolls lay dead. The others hadn't been prepared for the sudden onslaught.
Seeing the tide turn, Karlach charged into the fray, her body erupting into flames. The giant tiefling warrior cleaved through the gnolls with fierce determination, inspiring the rest of the companions to follow suit. The group moved with surprising coordination, each member showcasing unique and powerful abilities.
David watched in amazement as Shadowheart gracefully dispatched foes with her blade, the elf's combat prowess evident. The githyanki, despite the odds, displayed incredible skill with a blend of magic and martial prowess. The unlikely alliance fought as a cohesive unit, turning the tables on the gnolls.
As the battle raged on, David continued to provide support from a distance, his firearms proving to be invaluable in thinning the gnoll ranks. The companions, fueled by a newfound camaraderie and a common goal, fought with an intensity that surprised even themselves.
In the midst of the chaos, as gnolls fell and the clearing echoed with the clash of steel and the crack of gunfire, David couldn't help but appreciate the strength and resilience of his newfound companions. The multiverse had woven their destinies together, and against all odds, they stood united against the encroaching threat of the mind flayers and the immediate danger of the gnoll pack.