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.
[attr="class","starrytext"]"ahhh," crouching down in the grassy, open field. ahead of the male, who exhibited a lazy expression, was a forest that uttered the cry of the dead. he was here to serve as a bodyguard for those who were attempting to reinstall a wall to keep the undead away and within the base of mangaja's mountain.
the mages in charge of placing the barrier backup were currently still at work. the dragon slayer remained on guard, watching the entrance of the forest as he heard rustling from one part of it to the next. so far he'd taken out a few of the undead, but more were coming minute by minute.
one rotten corpse would come lunging toward the sky slayer. only for him to behead the creature with one swipe from the side of his palm. he'd, then, step upon the zombie's head. "these things are restless tonight." the male spoke, yawning. he'd look over to the mages that were imbuing their magic into a lacrima. they'd yet to be done and it looked as if it would take awhile.
"ah come on, you got to be kidding me." he'd take out another that would attempt to surprise attack, crushing their head as well. "there's like over forty of those left to charge, can't you guys get this wall up any faster?" enlil groaned. though, he wondered, had he been the only mage assigned to this mission?
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[attr="class","ooc"]@open mission: [ mission details ] notes: just fighting some corpses.
There was a coldness to the eyes of the man that watched zombie after zombie stagger in towards Enlil and company. A coldness not created by the frosty color, nor coldness defined by the chilly haze that accompanied the fresh night. The eyes were aloof—bearing no emotion towards the fruit of Ezrik's own doing.
He had enticed a few stragglers of the undead towards the mage party; bearing no ill-will mind you. Instead it was calculating curiosity that wanted to explore the behavior of the fiery young man that was still green in the guild. Another dragon slayer, and while others praised their prowess, Ezrik saw no difference. Generally, dragon slayer magic tainted the personality with ego, and occasionally—when given the opportunity—the blonde male wanted to see if it ever stood true for the younger mage.
Conclusion were... inconclusive. Enlil strayed away from magic when disposing of the bodies, and after the last was cut down, he slid from his perch of a rock that provided a vantage point and strolled to join his unknowing companion.
Ezrik had entered ear-shot of Enlil's last comment, giving an approving nod to no one. Instead, once he closed the distance, seemingly appearing from nowhere by virtue of his forgettable presence, he mimicked him, "Speed would be a wise decision." He seemed oblivious to the two zombies that moaned their way towards his back. They were off by five or six meters, approaching in in deathly stupor. Even when their noises were obvious and audible, he still refused to turn back, knowing their attention wasn't on him. The mindless never paid him any mind. He'd wait as they'd brush past his shoulder towards Enlil (who was a few feet in front of Ezrik) and the mages working.
[attr="class","starrytext"]he'd forgotten of the pretty boy's presence. looking over his shoulder, fox-like eyes, enlil spoke, "i forgot you were there, blondie. you were so quiet i assumed you went home." he poked at for fun. fighting a horde of rotten corpses proved too easy of a challenge for the sky dragon.
"hey, hey, what's your deal?" enlil asked. turning to face forward. enlil had chosen to ignore the two undead creatures that were stammering their way toward the duo. "i was surprise when you took this weak mission with me. we're just playing damage control until they can get those lacrima's back up and running." enlil snickered. three began to emerge from the depths of the forest.
"you gonna handle them or me, pretty blondie?" enlil teased. "actually..." he'd rush in without warning. conjuring a sword made compressed wind within the right palm of his hand, he'd chop off the head of one. kick the second down onto the ground and cleaved their top half in two. with the third stumbling he'd throw the wind blade like a javelin and took the third creature's head off with ease. the wind sword dispersing into nothingness.
"...i got it." he turned back toward ezrik caelum . a toothy grin given to the sternly faced ezrik. "your turn," he pointed at the duo from earlier.
Like usual, people found his presence surprising. Forgotten again, and it was a feature that Ezrik was never proud of. Nevertheless, being this way his entire life had built himself an emotional shield to whatever damage he might have suffered as a child for being ignored. He offered a shrug towards Enlil, "No leaving until the request is completed."
The rowdy male's question was a valid one. Two of them weren't need—them being dragon slayers. They outpowered the vast majority of the guild by virtue of fate, and either would do fine on this task by themselves. "Quota," he responded, his tone almost a question. Ezrik didn't dare share the truth of it all. The task required two mages, and many of the lower-brass shied away from working with the sky dragon. In such case, Ezrik was duty bound as well as fit for the task to make sure the job was finished.
The white dragon slayer observed in mild amusement at Enlil's dance. By no means would you consider it a crude and uncouth fighting style; a surprising result from a man with such a wild expression oft times. His own mortuary blade was locked tight in its sheath, and swordsman made no effort to brandish the weapon—at least no time soon. Instead, as the corpses staggered around him, he'd simply side-step their charge. Occasionally one would swipe at him in a lazy motion, but if he back-stepped two or three times, suddenly the fiend was off his trail. Maybe it was the lacrima that drew them further forward, or perhaps it was just his own uninteresting aura.
He'd intervene if they posed a threat to the mages, but for now, he'd watch the green guild member fight. "I think that one still has some will left in it," he pointed with a blank expression towards the moaning torso that struggled to crawl against the grass.
enlil vindr ● ezrik is talking about the zombie enlil cut in half ● 000 words
[attr="class","starrytext"]"quota?" he repeated. watching as ezrik shrugged off the walking corpses. staring at the headless creature beneath his feet. he'd bring down his foot harder. placing a hole through the rotting corpses chest. "i'm not too familiar with that word. to no one's surprise, i'm not really a bookworm." he merrily grinned.
corpse would try to sneak an attack upon him. leaning forward, he'd bring his left leg upward. kicking the zombie's head clean off. spinning on his right heel and bringing his left leg to the side, kicking the headless corpse away. "these things just don't know how to settle down."
the corpse ezrik mentioned was nothing more than harmless. he'd raise his arms behind the back of hands, fingers intertwined. "i don't feel like finishing it. no different from eating a sandwich, you can have the rest." he stated. allowing the headless corpse to move about its own pace. "besides, pretty boy, shouldn't you be putting them out of their misery. why're you toying with them. you're only inviting more and it'd be a pain in the ass to deal with them." enlil pointed at his fellow guild mate.
"i don't clean up people's messes, got that?" not anymore anyways.
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[attr="class","ooc"]ezrik caelum mission: [ mission details ] notes: took out another zombie. left the one he didn't finish earlier alone. is chatting it up with ezrik!
"Quota; a minimum requirement of jobs we are to complete each month. When the guildmaster has a certain level of trust with you, you are expected to represent the guild positively. It is a way to motivate new recruits—revealing that even the veterans are dutiful. Furthermore, it builds public trust and our clients and the citizens show more faith and business to guilds that have even their top brass actively participate in quests of any level," he droned on while maintaining the absent expression during Enlil's onslaught against the undead.
Ezrik was unaffected by taunts, and simply nodded alongside the sky dragon slayer's request. Sound logic, and even Ezrik had pondered how long he'd be able to get by without exerting effort. "Very well—" he started before lifting himself off the slim trunk of a nearby tree he had reclined against.
The blonde male approached the straggling zombie with grace. The beast continued its tortoise-crawl journey towards the lacrima. It was a fruitless effort that would only be illustrated by that of a mindless monster; and that's exactly what the zombie was. With no wasted movements, Ezrik withdrew the basket-hilted sword and delivered a swift jutting impaling strike. The blade sunk into the back of its skull with no resistance, and there was a final jolt before he pulled the blade away and the body slumped over still.
"How about a deal then? You do whatever you like with the enemies, and I'll provide cleanup for any that make it past you, or that you have not enough effort to deliver the killing blow," Ezrik proposed, the flatness of his voice expressing his honesty. To others, there would be worry that Enlil would deliberately not kill several of them, but he did speak honestly. It was a two man mission, and he should get his blade dirty.
A growl rips through your conversation. A disgruntled man throws down a hammer at you two. You can tell by the glower in his eyes and the red of his cheeks that he’s annoyed by your conversation. Donning a set of loose fitting clothes in shades of drab, he apparates another hammer and swings it against his open palm. [break][break] “What’s with you guild brats?! All I’ve seen you guys do it talk, talk, talk! Some of us actually have to work for a living, yunno?” [break][break] The man seems to be a rogue mage who’s been commissioned by the city as well. Because of their unlicensed status, rogue mages do not get paid a living wage for their missions, and it’s common knowledge that many of them become vagrants that live on the street. As he’s speaking to you, his voice grows louder and louder, attracting attention from nearby undead. [break][break] “You brats better fuck of and do yer’ damn jobs! I ain’t losing out on my jewels just so you can--” [break][break] Interrupting him, an undead wolf lunges at his throat. This wild beast is a little faster than most. He screams as his body hits the ground. Swinging his hammer, he manages to catch the wolf’s throat, but it’s claws are dig dangerously through his clothes. His eyes are lit with panic. [break][break] Will you help save the mage?! Your choice from here can affect later stories. If you have any questions, please message baby on discord. You do not know when the next interference will take place.
[attr="class","starrytext"]"what a stick in the mud." enlil's face exhibited disgust as he explained the definition of the word 'quota'. what sort of upbringing did this armored brat have anyway. enlil had always been curious of ezrik's past, wondering just how did he end up as a member of magia dragon. what of his dragon parent--as enlil is unaware about second generation slayers.
whistling. he admired the male's sword skills. so refined and fancy, it almost made enlil want to sleep. "you need to loosen up, loosen up!" he repeated without pause. then he heard the blonde's proposal. "oh? you trust me enough to do that?" enlil grinned. arms lazily shrugged, "aye-aye, cap'n. i can do that for the prince of magia dragon." enlil stood guard. turning to face the home of the undead that continually emerged one by one.
drawing a line in front of him. enlil would grant them a thumbs down, "anything that tries to cross this line is dead meat. you make sure they get those lacrima's charged and fast, we need to get this wall up and running." enlil thought aloud, "it'd be great if we had a fire mage right now." as enlil finished statement a sudden shout was heard.
the man who was yapping away screamed and babbled on about their discussion. "hah? pretty sure we've killed some of these things more than you, useless lug." rogue mages were a pain in the ass. just join a guild like any other smart mage. "any--oh..." the man was suddenly attacked. enlil watched as the wolf feasted upon the giant's neck. just from his eyes enlil knew he cried for help. "tch, how annoying..." enlil scoffed, continuing to face forward.
he'd place both hands behind the back of his head. "it's not my problem what happens to him, right?" turning to face the lug once more, "it'd really suck if he turned right now." there was a fifty-fifty chance the giant could turn. so, in ordered to avoid that, "i'm killing him and that wolf." turning to ezrik, he'd ask, "any objections?"
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[attr="class","ooc"]ezrik caelum mission: [ mission details ] notes: enlil wants to cut the giant's head off before he can turn. asked ezrik if he had any objections.
Ezrik can a reprieve from his normal demeanor. A flash of a smirk at the insistence to loosen up. "When the competition is more refreshing, then perhaps. But with these husks, it'd be wasted effort," he said with a splash of confidence. The tonal shift was a minor difference from his normal soft voice.
Fortunately, even the uncooperative could be worked with under the proper circumstances; and Ezrik seemed to have found that with Enlil. And things would have operated smoothly if not for the interference by an oaf of a mage. The white dragon slayer's view was obscured, but he did see a flash of movement from the distance. And if not for the body that blocked him, it would have been one felled beast before his feet.
Alas, he had not the opportunity as the new foe took its turn at the rogue mage instead, finding purchase shallowly in his body. An unfortunate situation as his reward would most likely be spent repairing whatever damage incurred from the claws and teeth. But if they acted swiftly, at least he would have another day to live to curse his luck and maybe more guild mages.
Ezrik moved to strike down the wolf, only to pause at Enlil's suggestion. "Turned? Ah, I believe you are buying too much into the stories," he withheld a chuckle. He'd save explaining until after the situation was somewhat handled. Energy gathered at his arm, and with a swift horizontal strike, an echo of light fired off a blade of light the carved carefully through the top half of the wolf's head. The snarling died off, and the body went limp. "Turning occurs upon death, not on bit or scratch. It's just commonly thought of the other way because attacks are usually too savage to recover from—or people neglect medical attention when infection and disease is potent with the deceased," he explained, striking down whatever Enlil hoped.
"But, I'll meet you halfway. If at any point between now and the end of the mission this man looks too weak to continue on, you can end him pre-emptively. Even if he protests, I believe none would want their lasts moments to be one of the lifeless damned," he said, his voice loud enough for the rogue mage to hear. "And you, mage, I suggest you keep pressure on the wound, or get another to aid it. My partner can be jumpy, and if your blood loss causes you too get drowsy or pass out for a short while, that would easily be reason enough for him to clean you up. He might even be more liberal with his observation due to your provocative words earlier," Ezrik reasoned, moved to cover the gap in the guard.
They'd have to be wary of wolves from the left now thanks to the rogue mage's injury.
[attr="class","starrytext"]"tch." he'd point at the downed rogue mage. "count your stars, you've just been touched by a pretty angel." enlil stated. ignoring the rogue and continuing his watch, he'd look back to see the number of lacrima's left. "they're almost done, thankfully." he sighed, he could use something to eat after this. "the air here is rotten and filled with the scent of miasma and rotten flesh, i can't eat this crap." enlil stated, repulsed by the scent of the air.
"we're almost ready to go online, so let's just make sure they don't get distracted." the corpse of a wolf would come lunging toward enlil from the shadow. grabbing it by the maw and utilizing his hand as a substitute muzzle, he'd slam it into the ground. with a single punch from his free hand, he'd bash its head in with his bare fist. "i hate the animal-type, they're worse than the corpses that run full force at you." enlil groaned. those were the troublesome ones who tend to pass the guards.
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[attr="class","ooc"]ezrik caelum mission: [ mission details ] notes: you can close this thread on your post since we're on number ten.
Although he lacked a visible reaction, Ezrik was thankful that Enlil sided with his point-of-view. There was so much extra work involved for him in regards to deaths on the job. And the rogue mage didn't seem like he'd test the sky dragon slayer anymore, so focused on impeding the bleeding, and not giving Enlil reason to strike swift at his throat.
Just as Enlil had complained, Ezrik too despised these more rabid undead. For legs and a ceaseless mind adverse to stamina consumption made them quick, and relentless. Despite that, they still lacked intellect and though they were a nuisance, he'd fell them all the same.
Two parted the brush, their mangled faces carrying slack yet dangerous jaws. He took a step forward to bait their crossing strike, and with one diagonal cut that bisected the skull of one of the hounds, an echo of mana appeared to do the same to the other on the opposite side. Two limp bodies slid along the grass in a thud that almost perfectly timed up with a droning buzz as a luminescent blue sprayed their back.
A bubble of energy burst from the floor around the mages they were defending, closing the city in a translucent energy only momentarily before the energy closed itself off and died down to only a faint aura—an aura of protection. Even the presence of the light caused some of the approaching dogs to rear, snarl, and backpedal away from it. There job seemed to be done.
"For a D-rank, we sure had to dirty our hands quite a bit," Ezrik noted in observation. Not as dirty as the rogue mage that still grunted in anguish, especially as the other mages worked to provide aid and drag him into town. "If you still desire action, you can remain here and pick-off the stragglers," he said with a shrug before turning on his heal to head into the dome of safety. "I'll be going to collect our reward and report back to the guild."
