D&D General AI Art for D&D: Experiments

[cbwjm]

Yeah, the generators can be a little weird with what they won't allow, once I had an image fail, I added a full stop to the end of the last sentence and it made the image.

I've been having issues creating an image of Belit from queen of the black coast, the description of her clearly wouldn't be allowed by GPT so I asked it to take the description and make it content policy appropriate which worked, but I still need to tinker with it, at the moment, she looks like a female version of the Conan image I posted earlier, mainly the face.

 

[Twiggly the Gnome]

My mom sent me a picture of my niece with her tongue sticking out, stained by red kool-aid. I asked chat GPT to give her makeup like the Demon from KISS, and it refused. I tried again, asking for makeup like Gene Simmons' character from Scooby Doo, and it went right through.

 

[Stormonu]

I've been working on my homebrew rulebooks, putting in AI art where's there is significant white space. I'm up to apparently 620 pictures now. Some of the ones I'm more fond of:







These four linked pictures below are from the opening of the Background section:

Spoiler

You stalk through the grimy alleys of Hammerfall, the scent of coal and sweat thick in the air. Your target, a corrupt dwarf merchant named Drogun, has been elusive, but not elusive enough. You’re a half-orc bounty hunter, and tracking scum like him is your specialty.

The dwarf makes a mistake, nearly barreling into you at the tavern your contacts told you about - The Green Griffon. You confront him, your imposing figure blocking his escape. Drogun's eyes widen with fear as he recognizes you. He tries to bargain, but you’re not swayed by his promises of gold. Justice, and the hefty bounty on his head, are all you care about.

With practiced ease, you bind his hands and march him to the town guard. They know you well, and the captain nods approvingly as you deliver Drogun. You collect your payment, a heavy pouch of coins that clinks satisfyingly in your hand.

Your thoughts turn to the Shinbusters, the roughest part of town where street urchins scrape by. You make your way through the twisted streets, eyes wary for trouble, until you find her. A young girl, dirt-smudged and hungry, who reminds you of someone you used to know. You hand her the pouch, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"For you and the others," you say, ruffling her hair gently.

Her smile is a rare, precious thing in this hard city. As you walk away, you feel a sense of purpose. The bounty hunter's life is rough, but moments like this make it worthwhile. You blend back into the shadows, ready for the next hunt.