Zbrush, Blender, Photoshop, probably 80hrs, give or take.
I'll probably nitpick/add/minus/fix a few more things but this is 99.9% done. There will also be another version for the spectacular Leoliss who brought me my nice new totally friggin awesome monitor so I can continue to do art..... and not go entirely bankrupt by medical bills, the 40K condo that told me no gays allowed, student loans....... T__T yeah, welcome to adulthood.
An alien world of utterly strange sights and sounds surrounded five warriors as they stalked deep into the gnarled, twisting guts of an unknown wood. Unlike their familiar, homeland oaks and pines with green leaves and dull, brown bark, this forest gleamed like the inside of an opulent queen's jewelry box. Pearly trees burst forth from sparkling blue topaz, amethyst, and opal grasses alongside crystal boulders glistening with stars of trapped light. Lunar god rays aglitter with silvery ethyrdust poured down through brilliant gemstone leaves, scattering splotches of blue, purple, and turquoise about in a play of light and color.
The forest might have been a cathedral of unparalleled beauty if it was not so deeply unsettling at the same time. Each one of the five warriors felt the truth of it resonating down to the marrow of their bones, a deep and potent, visceral understanding that they walked in a place their kind was not meant to be. Every overloud crunch of white dirt beneath their boots, every caress of some strange flora, every whispering noise, every flash of movement, felt like a brush with death or maybe even something stranger than death. Yet the warriors pressed on. As uncertain as they were of their surroundings they had orders to be carried out with swift and diligent obedience.
"Stop," the man leading the formation said, holding up a white, leather-gloved hand. The four others came to a halt behind him. He squinted down the sparkling, lushly overgrown game trail they had been following. A huge, pearly tree with veins of blue crystal snaking between jaggy, oval scales of bark lay across their path. The veins gleamed brightly near the top but blackened down towards foul, rotting roots. It was the only instance of dull browns and grays they had encountered to that point.
"Well, we should have known it was too good to last," a woman spoke, shouldering her runework enchanted cloak around herself. "Back into the thick?" Her voice was muffled by an ornate mask she wore over her nose and mouth. Runic sentences carved around the edges deterred toxic gasses and cleansed the air coming in through the vents. They each wore similar masks, white, like the rest of their armor, but metallic and lined inside with rubber. Their cloaks and hoods were the same as well, white and edged in runic equations.
"How right you are," the man replied, lowering his hand. Reagan was not the official unit commander but his particular talents made him a logical choice to lead the formation through the unknown territory.
"Can't we just climb over it?" one of the other men grunted. "It's a fowking tree, not yah mum's arse."
"Something is tainting the ethyr there," Reagan replied flatly. Their eyes saw only a fallen tree where his eyes saw a swirling black and red cloud of miasma. "We have to go around. That is unless you want to end up undead or infected with some horrible, unknown disease." The four in line behind him shut up suddenly and were quite careful to give the areas he indicated a wide berth. Their sigilic baubles, amulets, and runework leather armor protected them to some degree yet they knew there were no true guarantees and none of them were willing to gamble a stroll through miasmic ethyr.
They slunk around the obstruction through a grove lit up bright as day by patches of stained-glass and mirrorshine vegetation. Ivory trees gleamed brightly against churning shadows aswirl with shapes and roiling with strange scents. Darkness slithered in and amongst the pale columns like a slow, mountainous serpent dragging along a perverse cacophony of whooping, chittering, groaning, and knocky stuttering sounds with it. A pall of clouds overcame the moon and the warriors suddenly found themselves plunged into near pitch black darkness......
Purple prose? WHAT PURPLE PROSE!? And this is why I can never be a writer. XD