Unwillingly

hi welcome to the skin auction u know da routine, read rules and start bidding (also give me rep pls) RULES 1. any attempts at skin sniping will simply result in the auction being extended so dont do that :] 2. all of the following skins are made by me 3. some are alex model, some are steve, so u are allowed to change the model and make minor edits to fit ur character 4. any edits made must still result in the skin being identifiable as my original work, be reasonable 5. if you're buying the skin for someone please please let me know either on discord or in ur reply 6. Post each bid in a separate reply, do not edit ur comment 7. 7. if you have any questions please ask on discord (un-w#9099), don't spam the replies section BIDDING Auction will close this SATURDAY at 6:00pm CST unless bids are still being made your bid will not count if it doesn't meet the following format and criteria Bid increments of 10 minas Starting bid of 50 Must be able to provide me the minas by the end of the auction (just don't be like "I'll give u the minas by tomorrow!!!" but its fine if ur unable to log on right away yknwo?) IGN: Discord: Skin: Bid: I almost posted this w/o linking the skins i hate myself Heritage Summit Paragon Legacy Obelisk

holy **** the CHARACTER concepts that can come from this +1 i love stars and space and

whats kept u here all these years

That'll be 2,008 forum rep please

It was never the cold water itself that Eir'thall feared. Rather, it was what lurked beneath. The looming threat that, if he stayed in for too long or went too far from shore, something would grab him and pull him down. The feeling never left him. It was always there. So, he stayed away from the water. Usually, he'd resort to small rivers or ponds, but even they caused a sense of anxiety to flicker in him. It was always the thought that if he got too close or started at his reflection long enough, something would reach out and pull him under. The seemingly inevitable sea-voyages that happened every few hundred years always made him sick, enough to throw up his meal the night prior. Of course, he could always stay behind, but what kind of man would he be? A brother of the bear, son of brimstone, an ally of flame? No — Disowned, rather, and frowned upon. So every time, he’d follow them over the waters, resigning to the lower decks of the ship as he feverishly tucked his head into the pillows and blankets while he waited for it to be over. Wildfire quietly approached a stream in the Hinterlands, his face ridden with sweat and bruises after a rough brawl in the grove. Tiredly dropping to his knees, he peered into the gently flowing water to take a look at his reflection - a bruised face littered in scars and red ink, his right eye blinded by a trickle of blood running from his scalp. Of course, it was nothing to worry about. He's suffered far worse before. It’ll take a damn lot to kill me, he always told people. Reaching down, he cupped his hand into the stream to splash over his face. The cool water trickled from his eyelashes and chin, landing back into the brook in the tiniest of ripples with a mix of blood. He watched this for a few moments, and for a split second, he questioned himself. Why am I so afraid of this? He thought. It was only momentary. Then the ripples faded away, returning to his foggy reflection in the water. Drowning was never loud. It's never something people will hear, but rather, it's quiet above the surface. The idea terrified him. The idea of being trapped in the water, thrashing and kicking below the surface, completely unheard by someone even a few meters away. They could be so close but would have no clue. The intrusive thoughts terrorized him over and over. The thought of burning lungs, the suffocation, the inability to scream, the silence, the— Oh, the silence. A quiet death. Something he too feared greatly. He always imagined that he'd go out in a blaze of glory, under a sky of arrows or rain of blood, rather than being snuffed out below the waves. It was always about being seen. Be bold, be brave, be louder than everyone, he always told himself. Nothing speaks of a muddied death like a silent one. He reached for a weathered beige rag tucked into his belt, brushing it over his back and neck as it dampened with cold sweat. Soaking it into the stream, his jaw subconsciously clenched while a snarl tugged just shy of his features. It made him angry, and he felt that deep, core-wringing hatred begin to kindle again. The burning outrage that oft accompanied his misfortunes, usually sparked by his own foolish wrath. He knew it deep down, that he had a desire for something beyond a memorable end, but he didn’t know what it was. That was the most frustrating part. A part of him felt incomplete, like there was something more he could do to satisfy his turmoil, and he’s felt this way for a long time. But what was it? He couldn’t help but mull it over, thinking, thinking, thinking on the notion. Damnit, He thought through clenched teeth, what’s wrong with me?! And then his mind fell to strawberry kissed locks, matched with eyes that he swore had been dipped in gold once before — akin to stars that had fallen back to the realm from whatever lies beyond the world. The thought of her, for a moment, brought Eir’thall relief. It was the reminder, the recollection of when he wept more than he thought he was capable of, more than he had in decades when the abandonment of the firestarter finally struck him. As much as his love was for her, his dearest sister, he wouldn’t find an answer with her. No — not yet. And what of a man of justice and order? One hailing from a land of utmost perfection, yet, who would see something so great within the green motherland. Perhaps he saw Her in it, or perhaps it was a true love for what some would deem impure upon their own accord. The thought had crossed his mind, a man of wise words and even wiser actions who could give him the answer, but it was too soon. Too early. It will wait. The firebird, perhaps? Despite the burning passion he displayed, Eir’thall noticed that he often wore hues of blue and cerulean, while his eyes fell to an otherworldly icy reflection matched with a golden arm. It was funny. The contrast was ironic, yet, Wildfire naturally felt a kinship for him — the man who could start a fire to a war, who could bring a monster to its knees without struggle, who could end the world. Was it their mettle or ignorance that made them so like minded? Both, probably. Oh, those chocolate coils that fell among the endless green pines, gleaming with emerald and verdant flora. A world Eir’thall wished to get lost in, but always found himself helplessly drawn back by a smile of grace. Yet, the problem remained that he hadn’t spent enough time among the pines, but rather squabbled with pointless happenings — something he always kicked himself for. He told her that he would make it up, that he would lose himself in the forest the moment he stepped in, but he never did. He pulled his hands out of the stream, squeezing the water from the rag before tucking it back at his hip. Restlessly biting at the innards of his cheek enough to draw blood, the familiar taste of iron, he glared down at the stream in thought, unable to scratch the itch in the back of his mind. What is it? What. Is. It? His mulling continued, every scenario, every route taken to figure out what it was he wanted, what was bothering him so persistently. Every friend, ally, even enemy crossed his mind in a desperate attempt to figure out what it was he wanted so badly — but still, there was nothing. No sign. No answer. It made him groan in frustration, his head lulling back with a more than prominent grimace while his hands gripped the attire at his knees. It never came to him. Instead, Wildfire reached for his belongings, pondering the thought for a few more moments. Still unsatisfied, he ultimately decided to return to the grove, wordless on his walk back, and wordless to those who spoke to him. There was nothing left for him here.

Skin auction is closed now CLOSED Thank you all for participating! If you didn't get the skin you wanted, don't worry, because I'll be doing more skin auctions in the future - maybe some time this week again :) I'll be contacting the appropriate players in roughly 30 minutes. If I make a mistake and don't contact you by then, go ahead and let me know so we can get it sorted out! I apologize if this was sort of a mess. It's my first time doing this, so I'm still getting the hang of this all, but I think it was a success. Have a good one, and keep an eye out for the next auction 👋

Chronicle has been pulled from the skin auction due to a small mix-up! My total fault, sorry about this To make up for this, I'll be posting armor skins similar to that style in a future auction :)

auction extended until tuesday at 6:00pm CST if bids are still coming in by then idk wadda fk imma do

Skin auction has been extended until 11:00pm CST!

Revolt will default to Alexa unless outbid (increments of 5)

HELLO hi it's my first time doing this uh i realized i can't keep up with commissions its easier to do skins at my own pace these are a mix of elven and human skins (jk lol there's like 1 human skin idk) i might do more in the future enjoy RULES -DM me on discord if u have questions @un-w#9099 -if u get outbid, create a separate comment instead of editing ur original -if you're buying these on someone's behalf, let me know (i will hunt u down if u dont and u will perish irl) -no reposting or claiming them as ur own obviously -minor edits may be made to these skins (be reasonable, again if u have questions, message me) -i will not be editing skins for u (such as adding this or that, or changing certain colors, etc) BIDDING -skins will be bought with minas -bidding starts at 20 minas -minimum bidding increments of 5 minas FORMAT (REQUIRED) Discord: IGN: Skin name: Bid amount: AUCTION ENDS SUNDAY AT 6:00 PM CST (aka the superior timezone) (i apologize for the shitty images, i couldn't find a website to display them as a quality .png) Top - front Bottom - back Grace Spire Mirage Revolt Emerald Chronicle Mythos Helix

oh **** yeah I remember having some epic paleknight / darkstalker CRP fights that were genuinely good in axios +1