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So, here's the greyscale version of that bigger project I was working on. I was planning on doing it in color, but I think I may just leave it as is. One of the only complete pictures I've ever done, and I see a lot of stuff I did wrong or that I would do differently, but rather than spending many more hours going through it and fixing stuff I think I'd rather just learn from it and move on. Altogether I'm pretty happy with how it's come out and look foreword to doing more and hopefully better full pictures in the future.

First Assignment: 
Markus had never gone to any of the bounty boards before and he felt awkward and conspicuous doing so now. What was he doing here? He wasn't some wild adventurer out of Fortis or some powerful dark mage from Cantio. He was Farstride the simple hunter, Farstride the blacksmith's son (second son) from Sagittario. But Farstride already knew the answer to that question. He was here because his family needed the money. He was here because, unlike his brother, he couldn't work the forge. He was here because with his father's failing health, and his brother's broken arm, it was up to him to bring in some money with one of the only skills he had, archery. Of course, his family didn't know he was doing this, and he shuddered to think what they would say if they did know. As he perused the postings of tasks and bounties to be collected, his eyes suddenly lighted on a bounty posted for some black market dealers who were suspected to be operating from Lake Promise, an area he knew well from his travels while hunting. What was more, the bounty was for 50 gold. Afraid of his own thoughts and dreading what might happen if someone he or his family knew happened upon him browsing the bounty notices, he quickly snatched the missive from the board, ducked his head low, and hurried away.

Later: It was dark, and Markus knew the orcs whose eyes were blinded to the night from having stared into the firelight wouldn't be able to see him. Still, there was a sickening feeling in his stomach to actually see them, to see the prey he had been seeking. His heart was pounding so hard that he was finding it difficult to think straight. What had old Aetes told him about approaching the camp? Find and take out their lookout first. clearly none of the orcs around the fire, some not even carrying their weapons were the lookout, but where would they have posted a lookout? 

Later: As the heaving subsided and his stomach was at last empty, Markus wiped his mouth on his sleeve and stood up, still in a cold sweat. As he approached the last injured orc, the others were dead, he knew without checking, he had an arrow nocked and half drawn. He stood over the creature who was still clutching the arrow protruding from his shoulder with a grimace. "Get up" he commanded, unsure what would happen if he wasn't obeyed but trying to appear sure and matter of fact, a difficult feat to accomplish after having thrown up only a few moments ago. For a moment the orcs face was one of defiance, but a quick glance at his fallen comrades, and then to Markus bow, aimed at his heart changed this. He heaved a sigh of resignation before struggling to his feet. Markus, kicking away the orcs spear, and never lowering his bow commanded the orc to pick up one of the smaller bags of black market goods. "Now" continued Markus, much more relieved than he wished to show, "to Sagittario!" It was time to claim a bounty.
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Xespheroan's avatar
YAS I like this one very much!