March 2023 Sketches

Some hefty lads this month, with a gluttonous Hogger for Malcolm Malamute and an overly burly Valoo for Hefty Scales. Enjoy!

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Hogger chuckled darkly, the gnoll drinking deeply from a keg snatched from a Bronzebeard distillery in Stormwind- the Alliance just wasn't sending its best anymore, he thought, before letting loose an earth-shaking belch. The gnoll had been enjoying a string of successes, raiding villages, farms, taverns, caravans- anything that crossed his increasingly wide path. And like any good gnoll, Hogger would make good use of his loot, living up to his name and making an absolute hog of himself, gorging richly on crops from Westfall, cattle from Lakeridge, and oceans of beer snatched from dwarven trade caravans- Hogger's personal favorite. As fearsome a figure as he cut, all that rich living and decadent revelry in his own success had, in a word, begun weighing the gnoll down. His belly alone had grown to enormous proportions, a giant, blubbery boulder hanging off his body. Yet, the gnoll wasn't as soft as someone might assume- he still packed prodigious strength in his trunk-sized legs and powerful arms, even if most of the exercise he got was lifting entire mead barrels to drink straight from the tap. His armor had long since been outgrown, hanging limply against his flabby chest, but then, the gnoll hardly needed it anymore- what sword could dent his belly? Most spells, even, just seemed to bounce right off of him. Gnolls from all around came to swear fealty to Hogger, the King of Elwynn Forest, and soon Hogger would have a whole army to bring him more loot, more food, and more drink. Like any good king, Hogger would put those resources to good use- throwing feasts that would be the stuff of legend.

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Valoo had not felt so good in such a long time. The protector deity of Dragon Roost Island had let himself go for a long time, becoming lethargic and rotund, but after a run in with some powerful triforce magic, he had been rejuvenated in a way he hadn’t experienced in centuries- now, he was a dragon to be reckoned with. He had grown to titanic proportions, his divine power fully restored and multiplied tenfold.

His round belly was stubborn, and some of that weight was probably never going to go away, but what did it matter? The rest of him was built like a god should be, with enough muscle to level mountains. His arms alone were bigger than some of the hills of his island home, the massive, overgrown boulders that were his biceps rippling at the slightest flinch, inflated mass of triceps able to create storm winds with a wave of his arm. The ground shook at the great dragon's advance, with titanic legs densely packed with burgeoning brawn. Every part of the dragon had grown wide, his shoulders forming a mountain range of their own, and the immense landscape of his back, rippling with swells of muscle, reaching wider than his own wings. How he stayed aloft was down to a mystery of magic; but Valoo couldn't care less. The strength he felt in his monumental body was more than enough in return. He had more power than ever to protect those that worshipped him, and he dared anyone to test his strength- he had so little opportunity to test his limits, and he was looking to show off in a big way.