Moon´glade` n. 1. The bright reflection of the moon's light on an expanse of water.
“MOONGLADE” is a non-canon Fairy Tail rp. Our story begins in the northern continent of Giltena, more than 400 years after the “disappearance of dragons”. With a focus on the Kingdom of Valeria, a country with a deep history revolving around the Moon Dragon, you will be able to play a vital role in the development of this kingdom--unless you choose a different journey. In Giltena, revered dragons have chosen to walk among you, and villains posing as heroes litter both the royal courts and the city streets. Weary traveller, what will you bring to the kingdom? Forge your path, and push forward through a world of magic and dreams.
WATER DRAGON FEST
The portside Town of Elmina is holding their annual Water Dragon Festival in honor of the Water Dragon Waka. Water Dragon Waka is a known foodie, so there will be a cooking competition held by the city lord as well as a variety of street vendors set up to celebrate the festivities. Additionally, the royal family of Valeria will be holding a hunt in the nearby Pouring Rainforest in honor of this event. This forest is controlled terrain so they will be releasing captive beasts into it. Choose. Do you want to help or hinder with these activities? The choices are yours.
This skin was made by Pharaohleap of pixel-perfect. Moonglade is the ugly bastard child of Baby and Spade and is a Fairy Tail roleplay. A special thanks to Hiko for his contributions. Fairy Tail is created by Hiro Mashima. All images on site belong to their respective artists.
Since the Baryard incident, Ambrose felt like a new man, unhinged from his past. He saw the world in a kaleidoscope of colors, not literally of course, he’d have to get his eyes checked if that was the case. And of cases, he heard Baryard wines were selling off the shelves at exorbitant prices. Their latest vintages being held in high regard as collector items - the last wines of the Baryard Vineyard they say. It didn’t bother Ambrose in the slightest, all he wanted to do was destroy his home.
Admittedly the past still haunted him, he couldn’t forget the feel of powerful magic far greater than him, far beyond what he could’ve imagined.
He first came to Elmina three years ago, during a high tide and experiencing an underwater city was great. Their wines, he recalled, not so much - an acquired taste he couldn’t acquire in his stay. The atmosphere of the Water Dragon Festival wasn’t one he could readily enjoy not with an increased vigilance at the mention of Niflheim mages. His attire was very inconspicuous; a dark blue cloaked cover his person painted with several images associated with Waka, and an ocean-blue mask with cherries on the cheeks covered his face.
The Wine Challenge caught his eye. It was an odd sort of booth that shelved dozens of wines and the challenge was fairly simple: use any of the wines to create a dish, five challengers at a time. A particular bottle stood out to Ambrose, so after the recent challengers were done he stepped up.
i got really tired during last para which is why it ends so shittily.
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[attr="class","soda2"]The judges for the contest sit apart from the people. Perched on an elevated stage, legs hidden underneath a cloth covered table, they watch, predator eyes matching the intensity of their scowled beaks.
And then there's Theodisius, sat dead center in this wake of vultures.
Food and drink experts flank Theo's sides, their crafted focus on the competition yet to commence. Conversation had been alit just ten minutes before, their bladed grins sparking against each other in a practiced display to get the royal guest judge's attention, to get their approval, to get their business. But that all dwindled as the start of the contest neared, showing their seriousness in front of the prince(ss) was another performance all on its own.
Theo barely watches five new contestants step forward, mostly their focus lies in the empty pit of their stomach. And that is all they can think about as the contest marks its start.
If you asked Ambrose the whole thing was a bit over the fence. Five judges for five contestants seemed fair enough, but the pedigree among them was top notch, the kind of people fit to serve royalty. His attention was held momentarily by Oswald Renaud, a renowned wine expert and whom Ambrose thought to be the culprit behind the mysterious bottle of wine. Then there was the Prince, only if you wanted to offend - Princess Valeria seemed completely out of place as a judge, but then again all the judges looked out of place for such a trivial festival game.
Regardless the presence of royalty brought about many cons for Ambrose, but the people appeared to love it. Contestants were eagerly giving their names until it came Ambrose’s turn. He reached for the mystery bottle and spoke, his voice clear as the mask didn’t cover his mouth. “This vintage has become quite rare, now it’s a small fortune just for a case - are you sure we can use something so expensive.” “Only the best for the Princess.” Replied Oswald. “Then I, Hector Drake, will make something good for a hot day.”
The final contestant gave his name, and the vendor turned announcer voice thundered as he yelled THIRTY MINUTES STARTS ….. NOW!
simple and short but the next one will be very fun AMBROSE BARYARD
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[attr="class","soda2"]The use of princess billowing from the man's blowhole has Theo off kilter (a spring felt in a lumpy bed). Ice blue eyes are an arrow shot to the man's side, unhappiness with the word's use apparent in their pursed lips. Still, they watch this Hector Drake. His mask obscuring his face, though not his profound taste in wines.
The contest begins, Theo and all of the panel watch as display of skill or lack there of is thrust before them on silver platters. Each dish differing from those before it. Wine poured into sauce, wine deglazing a hot pan of scallops and butter, wine baked into a simple cake.
And then they happen upon the masked man and his old, vintage pick. Blue eyes cast downwards from the makeshift stage, watching as he is about to begin.
In a way Ambrose felt rather bad about his intentions when he saw how hard the contestants were working. There was an excitement welling in the air, and through their scrunched, hurried faces, was pride, joy and happiness. Everything a festival should be. And then there was Ambrose, masked and moving at a sloth’s pace. At the end of the time, after several dishes presented, next came his dish, if you could call it that.
Five chilled flutes, he presented, buried in crushed ice and full of the vintage red wine.
Drake was as stone faced as they come.
“A slurpee for a hot day.” Ambrose said in a clear tone. The gaze of his eyes intently on Drake, and he was the first to take a drink. Ahhh. He breathed, clicking his tongue. “Nothing short of wasteful. I expect nothing less from the boy in scorn of his father.”
No reaction from Ambrose. The pause passed and the judges resumed their duties, and in the midst of it, Ambrose rose the wine bottle. Uncorked with a single thumb and tossed forward at the judges. Red wine flowed from the bottle in the open air, and in the next moment it would be met with a flurry of snow1.
words. 1. chateau baryard at yall. -10e notes.theo valeria
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