This is the finished art for 'Demon Forge' a shift for the magic based version of Darrian I RP with...he can change the attribute for both the fire and metal within him to make something different. I will be colouring this.
This is Demon Forge...he's beaten an pitted armour with lime green demon fire burning within him. The character itself is automatically induced into madness and black out...killing anyone and anything it wishes in pursuit of its target.
Below is the opening from the RP in which I first awoke this form. To put into context. He was travelling with someone under his protection, when a Drow assassin threw a p'shadow globe'(prison made of shadows) on him and he couldn't get out.
A growl....a growl so deep, so feral in nature the ground vibrates, the sound like grating metal and inhaling flame resonates in the clearing. The snow begins to hiss and vaporize around the globe, retreating at full speed from this unforeseen foe. As snow recedes rocks begin to pop and explode from the dramatic temperature shift, scorching earth and singing the now exposed grass to not but ash. The guttural growl echoes once more as flecks of bright lime green demon flame cracks the globe from within.
A massive hand bursts from the darkness pressing onto the ground. Clawed and mangled it is covered in rough, pitted plates of a dark brown/black metal. Running the length of it are cracks of lime green runes of ancient draconian. From the other side another hand emerges, equally formed, the dark metallic plates grinding and gating along its arm, the long sickle-like talons gouging the earth.
Two immense wings grow by flame and twisting demon metal towards the sky, spreading out they seem to cast the entire square in shadow. Turning the globe now being ripped by the protruding limbs and flame into a mere husk of itself.
Matching clawed legs with long thick black talons dig into the ground behind the creature violently grasping to find support as a thick armoured tail roughly plated snakes from the darkness. Two eyes spark and flicker into existence and the massive form rights pushes itself to it's feet, the fabric of the darkness it was trapped in being devoured by ravenous green flame.
The figure stands there hunched at 24 feet in height, wings spread, tail curled, with its clawed hands almost larger than its twisted body at its side. The creature resembles a true dragon, bipedal in stance and every inch armoured with that pitted brow-black armour, runes shimmering along its surface. It's head adorned with a great helm over its face full of spikes to match the protruding horns. Two long tooth-like spikes welded on either side of its snout. The creature snorts a thick black smoke from its nostrils before letting forth a roar of grating metal and guttural flame. "Demon..........Forge....." it says in a deep grating voice.
It begins sniffing the air around it, turning its head this way and that, before snapping its head in one direction. "Found." it says as it launches itself it jumps into the air with relative ease and using its great wings to glide in the direction he smelled. Within seconds he notices the Drow running, carrying the girl, seeing it he snarls deep in his chest, globs of metallic flame dripping from his maw.
With a crash of splintered trees, brushed away like twigs the massive creature lands in front of the Drow, stopping him cold. Hunching down, and placing it's massive hands on either side of the figure it puts its face in line with the Drow's as the creature breaths hot air into the figure's face, "Let............Go.........." it growls as the steam from rapidly melting snow rises around them.