Tonight's derail was classic D&D art. Sharing pics from google search from Tramp, Otis, Elmore, Dee, Caldwell and others. Then we hit this piece from Wilmingham and the derail dreailed.
I'll forgive the cloak that is acting like a cloaker.
I'll ignore the fact that the fighter's hands are so muscular, it is no wonder he couldn't hold on to his sword.
I'll turn a blind eye to the idea that the elf's shield looks like it wants to bite the female fighter's back.
That chainmail bikini top? Please.
But then I looked at the bikini bottom. The back piece of chainmail is held in place by the belt pressing it against her ass.
How did I not see this as a 14 year old who already had a succubus page in the Monster Manual that was facing wear?
How the hell did this pass muster, even back in the day?
Well, that and it's a pretty shitty piece of art.
K, time for sleep. Maybe I'll make this piece the wallpaper on my laptop ;)
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