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With a grunt Michael prods himself up on his crutches in the black of the night having being disturbed in his sleep by the knocking onto his door he brings his left hand towards his face winching in pain from the wounds he had suffered not too long ago, brushing a good few locks of stray hair out of his face before bringing his palms over to his eyes to rub the sleep out of them. Once more the sound of a steel gauntlet banging on the door is heard. "Knock.. Knock... KNOCK." Sighing he slides his coat over his night bare torso that had been wrapped into many layers of bandages, squinting his eyes almost shut at the loud sound of the gauntlet hitting the door he sighs glancing over at the window, seemingly having forgotten to close the curtains for once, something that he normally would mind enjoying the darkness, while sinking away into his own train of thoughts the familiar sound could be heard once more. "KNOCK... KNOCK .. KNOCK!" Growing tired off the sound he starts to stumble and prod his way down the marble staircase, while the sound continues with his name constantly being called, the idea of who ever the fool is waking the others in his house up swims through his mind, after a heated discussion at the door he snatches the note from the messenger his hand, telling him to wait for a moment. Michael's eyes scan over the note for a short period of time, nodding slightly before looking at the messenger and telling him. "Find me this person, ask him or her how much eggs she would require.. and arrange a proper deal with her, if not bring this person over to the Crystal Sanctum to discuss a price as I am not able to travel over there where ever she is my self." With a nod the messenger clad in the Steel fist uniform hurries off, in the attempt to find the author of this note, knowing that in the back of his head he had angered Michael by arriving at this time of night.

Silence gathers in the office of Ser Michael Mckaith, his bannerman Cole Hurvoc had brought him one of the posters, grinding his jaws over another he calmly reads the notice, flicking a lock of his black long hair out of his eye sight, brushing his left hand through his hairs and tucking the exact same lock behind his left ear. He would start to mutter to himself about his elven friends, he gestures towards the same man to look into the White Rose organization if he would be able to find anything in the books or by talking to the surrounding men and women around the crystal sanctum. He eventually seems to start narrating himself into the mid of night in his office, rolls of parchment being rolled out by now, the flickering light of a lone candle swaying in the room, a mild spring breeze is being send through the room. "The White Rose, organization devoted to destroy Elven kind.. somehow, I personally have the feeling it would have started with the high elves, the name already sounded so.. familiar." He seems to pause for a moment, overhearing a conversation about the white rose that is being replayed into his mind, his eyes starting to close afterwards, with the flash of a statue reading something amongst the lines of "Destroyer of Elves" or something alike, he would mutter towards himself for a good moment before shaking his head concluding this would not be something of worry, at least not for now as it would not involve him, nor the people living in the sanctuary... not yet at least. Michael rises up from his conferrable chair with a winch from the remnant's of the lashes 'o' twenty that had been send upon his own order against his back. "This, does not involve us yet.. if it does, then.. I don't know.. lets just pray to the three that this will be solved peacefully." With a deep sigh he releases that he had been talking to himself in the night, shaking his head he concludes he had been awake for too long, seeing a group of three men simply marching inside the barracks down below, guarding the gate before switching posts.

Locked irl is getting to me, I just dont have the time to make skins anymore..

I'll do my best to fix that skin for you as well ^-^ just give me a bit as I am currently working on three other skins for people! I hope you don't mind waiting?

Allrighty! added to my list I will start working on it as soon as I am home from school! Thanks for giving me the oportunity to make a skin for you! ^-^

Sorry if the excamples are a bit too large! I haven't really figured out yet how to make them smaller (Mainly because I am a derp and probably the awnser is obvious!) Excamples are added!

Hello people! My name is Raven_soul, I am rather new on this server but I am a great fan of Role-playing! On occasion I make skins for my friends or simply help them shade the skins but as of late I wished to improve my skinning and the only way xweI could do that is! -dramatic pause- yes! Practise! So I thought, why not make a post here on the forums to see if anyone needed a skin or needed his or hers improved! You might wonder, "hey this guy is inexpierenced, there are far better skins around why would I waste my time for a skin that I might not like or he is soo inexpierenced that it looks bad!" Well my dear friend! Practise means improvement! This comes in many ways be it from constructive cristism, learning from others and self practise! I would love to be given a chance between the amazing skinners on these forums! Here are a few examples of recent skins I have made! Examples : ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I rather do not take more than two commissions at once simply due my own time in real life. I will just leave a form down below and then if you’d like you could fill it in! Over time I will adjust it into a google doc form to keep things organised for me and you! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Minecraft username : Description of the skin : Gender : Shading quality : Reference picture if you have any! : A link to your current skin if you wish to have it edited! : Any additional information : --------------------------------------

Fantasticly explained skinning guide! I am looking forward to see more of this in the future and hopefully it will help me out with my own shading (Its getting there!) ~Raven

"Salioth's Whisper" catches wind of the message, with a deep sigh he looks down onto the grave of the father and daughter just covered up. The warm winds in the dead lands blow through his dark leather trench coat only for a moment to reveal the amount of daggers that had been hidden under them. Taking the flyer that Icerit had given him, he glances over it through the goggles of his plaguemask, taking a deep breath he nods slightly bevore looking down to the grave again. "You were just a tad too late.." He mutters towards himself, with a sigh he glances around the barren wasteland of corruption that spreads to where the eyes could see, bevore looking back at the palistine wall of Kaphro, his eyes still on the note he calls out "Open the gates!" with a muffled voice. when there is no reply, he clutches the flyer in his hand, slowly wandering off to the forests again with the words. "Now the killing can be stopped... no more need to kill the infected.. for where there is Turmoil, we are uncaring... for where there is death, we are unyielding.. for where there is Opportunity, we are unflinching.." After a moment wandering over the paved road, he finds himself splatting a bug, as he enters the fresh and lush green area realizing, he had been talking to himself all along.

(*) Holt-Bjorn being unable to read such fancy writing continues to stand guard in the guard tower waiting to open and close the gates if needed (*) (( +1