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"How would we know where he is?" Starchase hopped off his chair. "They probably saw us coming from a mile away. I know I heard something down there and it sure wasn't the dragon." He felt rather uneasy about it now. "HELP! HELP! I'M BEING OPPRESSED!" The guard began to make a break for freedom. "INTRUDERS!" (Do you kill him?)

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Im ARSwinton on deviantart. Even though I'm not a particularly good artist or even an artist at all, one thing that always help is practice. Even tracing helps! You get familiar with all your tools and everything at your disposal. You'd be surprised how many functions Inkscape offers. Speedpaints are good and all but they can be rather overwhelming Also if you see some effect you like on someone's art, just ask, they're usually happy to help.

The other side of the door was dark. A guard going through his usual rounds were spooked by the thumping noises. It seemed to come from one of the sealed doors. He fumbled around with his ring of keys and picked out the right one. Slowly he slotted it into the keyhole and opened the door. (BTW Flipnote is staying with the dragon in case we need backup later. Might come in handy.)

Starchase tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. He flung himself against it, ramming it. But it just refused to open. "It's locked," He sighed as he gave up and sat his plot down on a comfortable chair. "How does one lock a wooden door?" He stared emptily at the blue jem he had hauled all the way with them.

I'm pretty sure I've seen Page Turner a couple of times. Sorry. But what sort of genre does your OC write? You could work from there.

By then Lektra had finished with her drill and there was a small hole in the wall for them to pass through. The bridgekeeper managed to help expand it by punching the fractured wall. On the other side was an equally dark corridor but the walls and floors were reflective and clearly chiseled out by hoof. And at the end was another staircase that led to a well furnished room through its marble fireplace.

Link doesn't seem to work. It links me to the database but not her page

In that case it's fine! Looks okay to me!

"I would if I could, I reassure you." He looked up from his curled up ball position and looked at Caliber before dropping his head down again. "What is your friend doing?" He motioned to Lektra, working away. Starchase found the biggest jemstone, it was a lovely blue, probably expensive by the looks of it. He took it over to Amber, suspending it in the air with his magic, his magical aurora making it looks as though the jewel was glowing.

The yellow outline doesn't really do it. Maybe try a colour that is less bright

(Not posting is killing me!) "Take all the time you need, Lektra." Starchase laughed as he muzzled around some gold bits and picked up some jewels. He was a sucker for jems, precious stones. "What are you picking up,Caliber? Amber?" He asked as he sorted through another pile of treasure as the bridgekeeper rested in his own nest, looking rather dopey and sad.

Are you looking for a super detailed sort of headshot?

I'll go find you on deviantart! But it looks great from what I'm seeing.

I still haven't named him I'm a picky person when it comes to things like these. Been thinking about taking up that offer an out naming him after Shakespearean characters. But he doesn't seem to remind me of any of them other than Coriolanus due to their temper issues. If anybody comes up with anything else, let me know.

You could ask Stitch in the commissions section, but she's closed at the moment https://mlpforums.com/topic/129546-stitchs-pony-plushies/

"Don't mind if I do." Starchase surveyed the golden landscape. Flipnote was content to flit about, soaking in the treasure. "There's so much gold." He caught a glimpse at his own reflection in the shiny platter. Kicking it away in favor of prettier objects, he nudged around the piles. "I am simply known as Bridgekeeper," The dragon shrugged. "As far as I can remember, that has been my name." He slunk off to his nest and circled it a few times before curling in it.

The usually lazy beast squeezed himself into the small tunnel. He was like a compacted dragon sausage, wiggling his way in. "That shouldn't be there," He was about to scratch his chin before he realized it was physically impossible. He reached over the group and tapped on the blockade. To his surprise it didn't shatter. He wiggled back out and went to his stash. "The one time I need something but don't have." He murmured to himself as he dug through the mountain of bits and gems. He thought he had some magical sword somewhere. Though he'd probably used it as a toothpick or something and discarded into the Gorge of Eternal Peril. "Sorry to say I seem to have run out of pointy things." He called outas he wiggled back in. His wings were feeling rather tender. "You're free to come over and take a peak if anything tickles your fancy, take it and be on your way." It wasn't like he earned his horde. They were all 'gifts' from dim witted nobles of the past who wished to cross. Nobody had ever had to turn back though. He hoisted them up to cave he kept his treasure. To say it was a palace of riches old be a an understatement. If it was shiny, he had it.

You could ask trees

"Ah, but that's for a European swallow. What about the African swallow?" The dragon scratched his scaly head and cleared his throat. "But that's another question." Starchase quickly cut in. "Can we go now?!" "Very well," the gatekeeper stood aside, almost like he was shifting the ground. "The road to the Empire is paved with great riches, do be careful and not give in to temptation." He spoke in a monotonous voice. The bridge was deadly dangerous, it was a rocky path the connected two inner mountain caves, it was old and much of the path had worn off and crumbled away. "Come one!" Flipnote waved to the group as he darted ahead of them. The winding tunnel ultimately led to a dead end, a wall of solid crystal. No doubt a false wall to deter potential travellers. "What now?!" Starchase pushed at the wall. It wouldn't budge. "Someone cleave it in half." He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Well, do you guard the passage to untold riches and treasure? Or be imprisoned here for all eternity? Or left to rot here for a thousand years with absolutely no company?!" He bellowed and the world seem to tremble. "For you, what is the air speed velocity of an unladden swallow?"

The dragon scratched his scaly chin and contemplated his next question. This one seemed more, sincere. And she didn't threaten him or patronize him. "For you and you only," He lowered his head to almost her level and tried to be subtle. "What is your favorite colour?" "No fair!" Starchase cried out.

"Silence! The bridgekeeper asks the questions." The dragon narrowed its reptilian slit eyes and stared at Starchase, then at Lektra. He was quite done with those two. He carefully considered his next question as he scanned through the group. He stretched out a sharp talon and pointed at Amber."What is your quest?"

They look very cool. But most importantly, they are some of the most original OCs I've seen.