Zonorhc

Please explain to me how that man is drinking from a KEG, through a HELMET VISOR without drowning himself? Also, the gloves that go with the splitbark armour are a little on the small side. And the last one...

A little off-topic: I freaked out when I saw "Join TSR" in your avatar. I suppose you wouldn't understand my irrational fear.

Something like this? Wizards of the Coast: Dungeons and Dragons Map-a-Week (2001 Archive) Scroll down to "3/01 Bonus!" EDIT> I can't take full credit for this. You have to give the WotC people 100k of that money. :P Of course, they can't have the full 50/50 share. They already have enough of my money from D&D sourcebooks.

I think the head should be a little straighter. It looks a little odd with the obvious curve. Otherwise, I like it. That's a horse from hell.

:oops: I thought so too, but that's an armour plate there, so I couldn't bring myself to remove it.

A shield is strapped to your forearm, and is not held by the hand. You'd break your wrist. As I've said before, it's a 6.8kg piece of metal. I hope you take that into consideration.

Okay, I'll try to stay away from technique as I'm not too enlightened on the way of the pixel. First, the helmet. The visor should not under any circumstances go around the whole helmet like that. It has to have a hinge on the sides, at least, and is only there to provide vision. Nothing more, nothing less. Give it some holes to provide said vision. Breathing holes come highly recommended underneath that. That plume should either be more impressive or not be there at all. It detracts from the overall defensibility of the helmet by making it just that much easier to catch a piece of sharp or heavy metal on. Also, try to make the helmet a bit more angular, as that would be more effective at stopping blows. Second, the armour plates. The arms seem to be coming out of the front of the torso, rather than the shoulders. Fix that. Also, remove those [bleep]es. From a realistic point of view, those will do nothing more than make the armour weaker. As a major point, try to make the body armour look like it consists of metal plates, rather than a red piece of cloth with oversized shoulder pads. Third, the shield. I don't know about you, but I personally wouldn't hold the shield by its top edge. Try holding a piece of wood like that and defending yourself, let alone a 6.8kg piece of metal. Fourth, the axe. I will say nothing, but I'd like to challenge you to intimidate someone by holding an axe in that position, held with the back of your hand facing your opponent, the axe head leading away from you, and the haft directly in front of your body. Also, try to align that axe head with the haft and the [bleep]e on top. Why you even have a double-bit axe as part of combat equipment is beyond me. Stick to non-JAGeX battle axes. Fifth, the leg armour. Those are pants, not protective metal plates. Sixth, the boots. Boots are meant to be sturdy enough to protect your feet without being ground down by all the weight they have to support. The white things on his feet will do neither of these things. Lastly, the lighting. With the moon in that position, we'd expect shadows to be leading away from it. Add those. Sorry if I come off as a little harsh, but that's the way these things are...

Thanks for the comments. :D Anyone want to buy it up? :P

Thanks for the opinions, people! I chose the brushed version mainly because I thought it brought out the highlights on the dragons a little better, as well as fixing some points of detail I had neglected in the first. I'll keep the first one floating around, though, because it's the first sig I ever made.

Should I stick to my current sig, or use a brushed version of it?

Constructive criticism, monetary offers, etc. are welcome!

I hope that by now you've realised that you just made the cutting edge of that scimitar utterly useless.

I though it turned out fine, so here it is! Constructive criticism is welcome :).

It upstages any pixel I've ever seen mainly because I'm not a very big fan of pixel art. Go hand-drawn sigs!

I don't particularly like how the plate mail appears more like a latex suit, the same deal with the helmet, and the horns see to be at radically different positions relative to each other. Nice colouring though. I wouldn't really call it the best sig ever.

Ew. That looks like two AOLers trying to mate.

As above, and also, your current sig is invalid as well. That's a big minus in my opinion. If you can't make a valid sig for yourself, what's the guarantee that you could for someone else?

Sold! :) Check your PMs.

Constructive criticism, photoshop suggestions, monetary offers, etc. are welcome! Of course, no large-scale editing is possible without me ruining the whole picture with my obscenely bad erasing skills.

What he doesn't know could hurt him later. "What is this? Can a couple not head north to seek refuge in these times?" Marcus demanded with feigned irritation, turning slightly to obscure his brooch from view. The Judge's pose shifted slightly, as though hesitating. No, the aura is slightly different, this one's definitely older. "No matter, kind sir and lady," said the Judge with a mock bow, "I was merely suspicious, as one would of anyone travelling around these parts in these dark times. Have a safe journey." With that, he turned and disappeared into the darkness. "Too close," breathed Aming, sheathing her daggers. Before Marcus could add anything, she followed up her statement with a swift backhand. He stumbled backward a few feet before regaining his balance. "What was that for?" he demanded. "You could've come up with a better lie!" exclaimed Aming. "I AM about eighty years older than you!" Marcus grimaced a little, and shrugged. "Nevermind that. If my slightly altered memory serves me correctly, the group is due to arrive and make camp in that depression -" she pointed, "- in about five or ten minutes. I suggest we lie and wait." "Hold on a minute," Marcus interrupted. "Shouldn't we do something about your face? You're going to be asked to take off your cloak sooner or later." "I don't particularly remember whether I saw the face of the cloaked woman who travelled with the man in the hills," she replied with a slightly triumphal tone. With a sigh of resignation, Marcus climbed and sat down in the branches of a tree overlooking the soon-to-be campsite, and unloaded his crossbow. No point risking a misfire. Aming followed him, though she sat on the roots of the oak. "Look over there, Kiran," Aming told Marcus quietly, pointing to the open, moonlit entrance to the depression. "That man on the horse riding before the wagon is Saben, the former monk of Saradomin. The woman on the other horse is Aryl. Driving the wagon is Corwin, and beside him is Lady Frost, just behind them is Kay. I was inside the wagon, caring for Armaneth and Aleksander along with Simirillion, Aryl's thief lover. Bringing up the rear, on that horse, is your great-grandfather. He has not acquired Corsin as of yet, and only bears Aeglos. You will hide your brooch now, and the cloak should do fine. He had not been struck yet at this time." Marcus took it all in, and gazed at his great-grandfather for the first time. He said, "Don't you think it would be suspicious if my features were just a little too similar to his?" "Nobody will notice, but you will not wear that brooch." Marcus removed it as he was told. "Where is the one you called Adamos?" Aming replied, "He awaits the group in the elven city I mentioned earlier." "What now, Corwin?" the one called Saben called to the wagon, his voice echoing in the depression. "You know the wagon can't move over difficult terrain, so I figured we should look for a depression - like this one - to camp in," replied the young man. "The horses need some rest anyway," Zonorhc called from the back, "we may have been on the road for a bit longer than they'd like." Marcus saw Aryl's lips move, but could not hear what she said. She bent over and patted her horse's muzzle. "We should be spotted soon," said Aming. Zonorhc halted his horse, and called, pointing his spear in their direction, "[garden tool], Saben! Mark those two figures by that tree - one in the black cloak at the roots and a stealthier one in the branches!" "Now, Kiran," Aming said, standing up. Marcus nodded, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder as he followed her down towards the group.

"Please tell me what's going on, Aming," Marcus said calmly as they sat around a table upstairs in Falador's Rising Sun tavern. "Seconded," added Kay. As Aming told the story, Marcus allowed his mind to wander while still listening to what she said. Kay appeared to hang onto every word. He wears nothing of note, and carries no weapons, thought Marcus, glancing at Kay from time to time. Wait, there is something... How did you miss that? There's that lump in his tunic, looks like a dagger's pommel. He wears light boots and fairly thin gloves. This man is a thief. Aming had finished her story by the time Marcus was done examining Kay. "By what you've told us, Aming," said Marcus, "my great-grandfather and the group has deviated from its original course, and probably won't end up retrieving those elfstones like you said they should have. There's a problem here, isn't there?" "Not entirely, Kiran. If they had indeed neglected to attempt the retrieval of those stones, that brooch and cloak you are wearing now would be in different condition. I still note those marks where your great-grandfather was allegedly slashed." Kay was silent, and only stared into his mug with a look of slight confusion. "What should we do now?" inquired Armaneth. Aleksander spoke. "Perhaps we could aid these people without them knowing. I am not entirely sure of what we can do; maybe eliminate threats which weren't there before but could appear now?" That's more along my line of thinking. "I guess we could," replied Marcus. "I wouldn't mind helping my great-grandfather along on his adventures. Besides, it seems like we're stuck here for the time being anyway." "What's the plan, then?" asked Armaneth. Aming said, "Well, that attack came from a tunnel leading north-west. If nothing's changed too much, that should lead to the catacombs of the Chaos Temple north of the Goblin Village. Shall we investigate?" "Maybe we should split up," suggested Aleksander. "Me, Kay and Armaneth could take the tunnels. Armaneth's fairly small, I don't require vision, and Kay would be more at home underground. Aming and Kiran can approach the temple from the foothills of Ice Mountain, to clear out any possible ambush for us." "Sounds like a plan," said Marcus, obviously agreeing. "We'll do that," said Armaneth, "but don't call me small ever again."

I wish I could apply constructive criticism, but all my art is hand-drawn small so resizing is a lot easier, and erasing parts by hand is a pain and ruins the image, not to mention that it takes a lot of time.

There shouldn't be a shadow along the side facing the torches - light causes shadows to lead away from it. Also, you should try adding some spines to the crest of the dragon so there's a logical explaination for it to be standing up (like in my sig).

Some points to make: - You might require a spellchecker. - You may want to adopt a more active (he travelled to somewhere, and when he arrived, he saw something, and did something) voice, as opposed to the passive (when he went to somewhere and saw something, he did something) voice. - Cut back on the clicḫ̩̉̉s. - Try not to move so quickly through time. - Spell out numbers (three) instead of typing in the digit (3).

Just a thought... Why is he holding his bow in his right hand, with his left holding the arrow straight by the fletchings? Also, his torso looks WAY too big for his legs. As a general rule, someone's torso is slightly shorter than their legs. I'm just a bit of a stickler for realism.