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[Uleru]

This template and Avi was originally for my sister, but she chose to go with a different model. As I don't want my work to go to waste I'm offering it up to anyone who wants it. Just PM me if you want it so I can close down this thread. Heres the Template: All hail great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality. Perform'd to point the tempest thy bade me. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: sometime I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the topmast, The yards and boresprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' th' dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not: the fire and cracks Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dead trident shake!! Not a soul but felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me: the King's son, Ferdinand, With hair-upstaring,-then like reeds, not hair- Was the first man that leap'd, cried, "Hell is empty, And all the devils are here!!" And a few avi's: Code: Select all [style=width:600px; padding:0px; border:2px solid #ffa240; border-radius: 40px; background-color: black; margin:auto;][img]http://www.mizahar.com/forums/gallery/pic.php?mode=large&pic_id=30051[/img][color=white][googlefont=Raleway][indent]All hail great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality. Perform'd to point the tempest thy bade me. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: sometime I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the topmast, The yards and boresprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' th' dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not: the fire and cracks Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dead trident shake!! Not a soul but felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me: the King's son, Ferdinand, With hair-upstaring,-then like reeds, not hair- Was the first man that leap'd, cried, "Hell is empty, And all the devils are here!!"[/indent][/googlefont][/color][/style]