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The snout is actually a shield plate, so the smoothness was intentional. I couldn't do too much to make the legs look reverse-jointed, so I ran with that... :oops:

No, not our beloved moderator, this... It took about 18 hours in total, including the original sketch. Comments, please! :D

I normally use a lot of very slight variations on colour to get a better quality for a particular surface. Try setting the half-height of the haze to around the level of the waterline, and raise the density if you want some fog.

I'd personally work on the surface map a bit more, but each to his own, I guess.

He doesn't take criticism well, either. He'll call this spam, but I think he's guilty for lack of authenticity. Heck, most people would be able to prove if they made the sig or not. On topic, I think those models look really basic. They don't look very clean (aesthetically) either... A little too rough, and too much definition. Proportions are off, too. Fix those.

Whoops, I guess I'm stuck... Anyone have any suggestions on how I could follow through with this?

If you have a scanner, grab some paper, a few pencils, and make all the sigs you want. Heck, I can do it; there's no reason why you couldn't, unless you don't have a scanner.

Design = Yes. Aesthtic appeal = Very yes. Estimated combat practicality = Very no. It's still good, it's still goood.

Gee, "No degrading the sig," is it? I've said it before; if you can't handle criticism, it's better not to post anything. As a bonus we're spared from your whining when we exercise our right to point out flaws. To quote you, "Some people are so up themselves."

Pathetic. Just pathetic. Just because you're not interested in taking steps to improve your work doesn't mean you should leech off other people's talents. Until you take honest measures to change this sort of behaviour, I - and I would assume, many others - will not accept you as an artist.

If you didn't want us to "degrade" (read: Criticise) then don't post it, especially if you didn't even make it yourself. You'll notice that not everyone uses pre-made pictures. I draw mine personally, and you should take a good look at the better pixel artists. Not to mention the people who make landscapes. Yes, a sig is a sig. That doesn't mean people will always like what you make.

Maximum file size is 30kb. You're just a little off. And, well, it spits in the face of believability. You'll have to work on proportions. Not to mention how your land just cuts off into an body of water flowing in the same direction regardless of relativity to the land mass. Oh, and I think you should know that sharks have a tendency to swim under the surface. You'll need to put a bit more work into it.

Sorry mate. You're 1 pixel over the height limit.

Give me a couple of days and I should be inspired enough to whip up something. :D >EDIT: Scratch that; I got inspired early. Check your PMs.

No, she's from Planescape, but I drew this, if that's what you meant.

The lack of a background is intentional. It's the Lady of Pain, the silent, enigmatic protector, prisoner and ruler of the city of Sigil.

In honour of the Planescape Campaign Setting for Dungeons and Dragons, I made this... Constructive criticism is welcome, as always. This one ain't for sale, though.

Well, you certainly put more effort into drawing than I do; good job. I love the cape, but what you have to work on is the armour and especially posture. 'Course, I could take it to mean that he's slightly demoralised, but try out the posture yourself in front of a mirror. I uually do that before drawing anything. :wink: However, there's a little too much Warcraft III in that drawing. :?

Here's a free tip: plate mail is made of metal, not latex. I'd change that armour, if I were you. Also remember that armour is not a SOLID piece of metal, because you'll have to be able to take it off without the help of a pneumatic drill.

I'll give it a bit of a fix, then. I think I'll keep it...

Pencil-and-brush. There are other types, but that's what I prefer and use.

Well, I liked the way this one turned out... As always, constructive criticism is welcome. Oh, and so are bids. :D

Well, there are pencil sigs, and pencil/brushed sigs, like the ones I've got... The main difference between a pixel and a brushed sig is that pixel sigs are usually made literally pixel-by-pixel. At least I think that's what they are.

I'd enter, but I don't want to sully my pencil with the adjective "pimpin'." Yes, I am hatin'.

CHAPTER FIVE: A Bird of Prey "We cannot allow this gang warfare to keep going!" shouted guard captain Tarren from across the table, suddenly standing. "Farcin, I don't know what you have planned, and frankly, I don't care. My men are dying out there trying to protect citizens from turning into collateral damage, and you're sitting here in a cushy office!" "You don't tell me how to do my job, Tarren!" Farcin shouted back. "I've a right to keep my operations secret from you, and my men are working as hard as your guards to keep the peace." "We will let it resolve itself," the court mage, Handur said calmly. "We have intelligence that there is a third party involved, and they will likely keep the balance as far as this is concerned." "The Cabal?" Brax whispered to Farcin, who gave a tiny nod. "We intend to destroy it, do we not?" Again, Farcin nodded, then said in a calmer tone, "In any case, Tarren, I don't see why you're so worried. In the long run, the Black Arm and Phoenix are weakening themselves and making your job easier in the future." Tarren grumbled something along the lines of "this meeting is over" before storming out of the chamber. "Find out what you can about the Cabal's movements," Farcin whispered to Brax, as he and Handur exited the room with another of Farcin's operatives, a black-haired, light-skinned Asgarnian woman named Karen. She gave Brax a tiny smile as they left, leaving him alone in the chamber. He examined the papers in front of him of every suspected Cabal movement in the month that he had been under Farcin's employment. As he had suspected, several trading caravans had been raided in the night and their merchants killed, even in the heated gang warfare in Varrock's back alleys and some streets. Thus far, there had been no reports of similar incidents in Lumbridge or Falador, and the guild's headquarters in Ardougne had not received word of the Varrock cell's deviation. Brax guessed that the Blue Moon was as good a place as any to find information, so he hurried to his quarters to fetch clothes and weapons. "I hope you're not just going to find information and kill every suspect you can," said Karen as she stepped out from an alcove and fell into step with him. "I have a duty to find information and nothing more," he replied as he kept walking. She gave him a long glance with her dark eyes. "The Blue Moon inn?" she inquired. "Yes." "Let me come along as well. I haven't had any time to relax for a while, and you might appreciate having some company." "That's fine." She was silent until they reached his quarters. "You don't particularly like spending any time with me, do you?" she asked as he entered the room. "I don't mind," he replied as he shut the door and changed into more civillian clothing, sheathing a dagger in his boot and another on his belt, but carrying no other weapons. Karen was waiting for him as he left his room. "Shall we?" she asked with a small smile, offering her hand. Brax nodded and headed for the palace's front doors, ignoring the hand. *** The Blue Moon inn was busy, though not crowded in the early evening. Brax sat with Karen in a corner table, observing the crowd. Questions had been asked earlier, and Brax had concluded that the Cabal was inciting further gang warfare in the eastern districts, normally deep in Phoenix territory. Several caravans were also due in within the next week, and he knew that the Cabal was likely to strike against one or two of the more opulent ones, and he could readily assume where the ambushes would take place. The inn's common room was stirring with the first signs of a brawl. A pair of Phoenixes sat at the bar, quietly whispering to each other as a trio of Black Arms watched from a table, eyes narrowed. Two of them appeared inebriated. "We should leave," Karen whispered. "I don't think we'd want to be involved in a brawl." "We won't." She sighed, for probably the twelfth time that evening, and moved her chair closer to Brax's. "For the Black Arm!" the shout rang across the common room, silencing everyone as the two drunken gangsters dashed towards the bar, weaving between stunned patrons and throwing themselves at the two Phoenixes at the bar as the third man quickly exited. The inn's clientelle scrambled to the walls, clearing some space for the combatants as the barkeep yelled, "Don't be breakin' any furniture now, you lot!" "Brax!" Karen hissed, staring at a point in the crowd. Brax turned his head just in time to see a crossbow aimed at him, and threw himself to his left. The bolt grazed his cheek, drawing blood. He quickly drew his dagger and rushed towards the figure, who tried vainly to push through the crowd to get to the door. Brax grabbed the figure, which stood half a foot shorter than him, and threw it to the open space. The man's hood lifted, and Brax saw a flash of a black raven pendant before the man stood, shortsword drawn. The two new combatants circled each other as the Black Arms gained the upper hand, now pummeling one Phoenix on the ground as the other lay a few feet away, unconscious. Brax ducked under a swift thrust, circling to his right and lunging at the man's open left, tearing at the cloak and drawing some blood. He stumbled forward as the would-be assassin followed through with a kick to his back, and rolled to his feet, facing his opponent again. The blade flicked to the left. Brax glanced at his opponent's eyes, and seeing deceit, dodged to the left as the man pulled out of the feint, lunging at his right. He lunged as well, but his opponent dodged just in time to avoid having the dagger in his side. Brax followed through with the lunge, until he overbalanced enough to roll at his opponent's legs, knocking him to the ground. The man tried to stand only to have Brax kick him swiftly in the jaw. Brax felt a sharp pain in his knee as the man's boot connected with it, and he stumbled back as the man stood. Brax took the offensive and executed a swift combination of feints, before flicking the dagger to his left hand, still continuing to feint with his right and lunging with the dagger. The man saw the change in hand just in time to parry the dagger with his shortsword, but did not see Brax's fist as it connected with his face. Stunned, he stumbled back as Brax switched hands again, rapping him on the head with the dagger's pommel and sending him to the ground unconscious. The two Black Arms had likewise finished with their single opponent, who lay bruised and bleeding on the floor. Both hesitated as Brax faced them, and ran, seeing no chance to win against an armed man. Karen ran down to Brax as the crowd dispersed, returning to their drinks and conversations. "Are you hurt?" she asked with concern in her voice. "Bleeding a little. I'll live." "Let's get you back to the palace," she said as they picked up the unconscious assassin.