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.
The crowd that filled the local tavern was starting to gather around a single table in the center of the establishment, their uproarious shouts and cheers leaking out onto the streets as they watched this spectacle unfold. Men and women stood clustered around the table with their drinks, thousands of jewels changing hands amid the crowd as each individual placed wagers on the contest that was about to take place.[break][break]
At the center of this cluster were a pair of muscular man, their elbows resting on the table and their hands clasped together. On one side was a known mage of Cat’s Cradle and the crowd favorite, a strong man that was just as confident in his physical prowess as his spells. On the other sat Romilda, who had already stripped off his fine silk shirt and draped it over the back of his chair to allow his bulging muscles to move without restriction.[break][break]
”No more stalling, stranger!” Romilda’s confident voice cut through the din of the crowd, his smokey eyes glancing toward the sizable pile of jewels that had been placed on the table. There was a lot riding on this wager, yet the rogue mage seemed to be fully confident in this contest of strength. ”One of you, count us down! I tire of staring at this man’s crooked nose and blemished face.” As far as he was concerned any money that had been bet against him was as good as lost.[break][break]
The moment the countdown concluded the two would suddenly flex their muscles, each one straining against the other. Yet as much as they struggled and pushed they seemed to remain stationary, neither one gaining ground on the other. Romi’s eyes went wide at this, drops of sweat trickling down his face. He thought this would be a quick victory, but this mage was even stronger than expected![break][break]
Time lost all meaning as the two remain locked in place, each one gaining and losing inches as they fought for superiority. Neither one was sure how much time had passed, but one thing was certain. Romilda was getting tired. Was he about to be bested? No, no this couldn’t happen. There was too much on the line. His jewels, his reputation, his PRIDE! His gaze hardened as he parted his lips, letting out a fierce shout as desperation took hold of him. ”FEEL THE MIGHT OF THE GODS!”[break][break]
The moment the words left his mouth Romilda’s arms would visibly swell as new muscle seemed to layer itself over his already impeccable form. Filled with magically imbued strength, Romilda would suddenly gain the leverage he needed over his opponent. In one swift motion he would slam the man’s arm down, the sudden motion causing the man to cry out in pain as his hand was violently smashed into the table.[break][break]
In that instant all the fear left the supposed winner’s features, a calm yet confident smile crossing his lips as he shot to his feet. ”And there you have it. Victory is mine! You should have known better than to challenge-””You dirty cheating rat!” Romilda was taken aback by this interruption, his eyes widening slightly as he looked down at his opponent. Oh dear. In the heat of the moment he forgot that this was a possibility. A quick glance around the murmuring crowd made it clear that some of them felt the same way. He could already hear the debates starting to take place over whether or not his spell constituted cheating.[break][break]
”Ladies and gentlemen, please! There’s no need to worry!” His smile would fade slightly, a more stern expression starting to enter his features as he looked down on the spectators. ”Surely you all understand that…” All it took was a quick look around to realize that his words would not be trusted in this situation. Of course it wouldn’t be so simple. ”...Very well. Perhaps there is a neutral party who would be willing to make a ruling on this matter?”
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Sad thing is he probably would have won if he stuck it out
when she wasn't out on quests or training, it wasn't too hard to find the 'blood and iron empress' relaxing at the local tavern. and by relaxing, that, of course meant drinking, and eating, it out of house and home. with mugs stacked upon mugs, it was usually her guilds responsibility to find the slayer and drop her off at her house by the end of the night, least she'd certainly end up crashing there and sleeping for...a good day or two straight. today though, curiously enough, something had caught elysia's attention enough to distract her from her booze. some odd man that was...honestly, beautiful. really - he wasn't even just 'pretty' either. long, silky and flowing hair and a body that made her want to touch to see if it were real...she was enamored. in a way that others would likely shake their head and ask 'why'.
mug raised to her face as she watched the angelic stranger tussle with one of her own guild mates, she quirked a brow when he....won? buddy boy from her guild over there was pretty strong physically...had no-name here really managed to beat him? of course he hadn't. nothing could escape a dragon's eye after all...but...there was also something else that couldn't escape a dragons eye.
money.
and this guy was beating on heaps of it...she wanted in.
now, she wasn't a greedy person when it came to money, typically, but, she liked it. after all, who didn't like money? she also liked gambling. true, she was horrible at gambling even if she swore she wasn't. but she enjoyed it nonetheless.
her mug slammed on the table just after gorgeous man spoke up, causing the uproar of complaints and arguing to silence as she rose to her feet. "yea - yea! third party? that'll be me." a wicked grin soon made its way across her lips, "unless any of ya morons wanna fight for the right?" her challenge wasn't met, much to her disappointment. leaning closer to the muscular beauty, she smirked. "forget all that previous mumbo-jumbo crap. you and me, lets go. i win, you're a dirty cheater. my friend over there gets his earnings. you win? congrats. you're a real one. all that stuff? yours." now that got the crowd in an uproar. seems they wanted another show. and what better way to get them amped up then to have her - elysia vadala, mage infamous for her monstrous strength and....destructive tendencies.
"tear that dirty cheat a new one, elly." her guild mate called out as he rubbed at his arm. elysia merely smiled.
elbow pinned onto the table and hand flexing, her golden eyes sparked with a live storm within them as she stared at the young fitness god. "you in or you out, cheater?"
Romilda DePalo // how many nicknames does she have for him lets count
A brow would raise as someone would let out a shout that easily cut through the noisy crowd. His head would turn to catch sight of a woman with a grin that reeked of confidence in a most unsettling manner. Yet Romilda would simply nod in her direction, a hand raising to beckon her to come through the crowd and approach the table. [break][break]
As she came into view he would give her a quick look over, his head bobbing slightly after completing his assessment. This strange woman looked to have a good, strong body which Romilda could most certainly respect. The last thing he wanted was for some string bean commoner to step up thinking they knew anything of real strength. ”It seems the crowd accepts you as our judge, so I shall as well. What say you, stranger?”[break][break]
His still unnaturally swollen arms would cross over his chest as he watched the woman with a curious stare, his faint smile gaining a hint of tension as her motives were fully revealed. ”Another challenger? I should have known.” He would shoot a glance at the woman’s arms, his eyes narrowing slightly as he attempted to ascertain how much raw power was packed in those lean muscles.[break][break]
”Very well, but you can’t simply challenge me with nothing on the line yourself.” Romilda gently set himself back into his seat, his right arm reaching across his chest while the other grasped it’s wrist to give it stretch. ”Double or nothing. Match your friend’s wager and I will offer the both of you payment in full.” His smooth smile of confidence would return as he slammed his elbow on the table, positioning his arm into a ready position. His fingers flexed as he awaited something to grasp, the motion only reminding him of the soreness left over from the prior bout. [break][break]
”Come! Perhaps you will make a more worthy opponent than my previous challenger.” A certain energy suddenly pierced through his previous calm expression as he gave a taunting smile to his previous opponent. He could feel his heart racing as this next challenge started to take form before him. His arm still ached from the long struggle with the other mage, but he couldn’t allow himself to falter before such an audience. This was going to be one of his first steps in making a name for himself in these parts. This was going to be a story that these people would tell for years to come. The day this beautiful masculine stranger appeared out of nowhere and bested two of the mightiest individuals this tavern had to offer.
that wry smirk only grew at the notion of, 'double or nothing'. "double it then." oh, no, in reality she was pretty damn broke. paying for her appetite and seemingly endless gut for sucking down alcohol had to pay for itself, after all. but...she had a plan. surprisingly a crafty plan for the usually much more straightforward slayer, but, a plan nonetheless. although, seeing those massive muscles ripple with life and vigor...gods, it was hard not to get excited. it was extremely hard not to just go, 'screw the arm wrestling' and have a full on bar fight. but, she didn't...want to get yelled at by the guild master, again, for trashing the place. or injuring people.
unfortunately for her combative craving, today, she had no plans to win.
leaning closer, her hand locked with his own in a firm hold as her gaze fixated themselves onto him. her lips moved in movement that was barely noticeable, and her words were surprisingly quiet for a woman who could be so loud. "you and i both know you cheated. people 'round here don't take kindly to that when money's involved." her eyes pulsated with a certain craftiness. she actually had no idea how he managed to cheat, but, she saw something. the way his muscles seemed to almost swell..magic? and if so, what the hell sorta magic was that? maybe a buffing spell, like one of her own?
"i can hype this up, make some more cash, lose on purpose, and we can split the profits." she paused before continuing on, "or, i can win and you can wind up with a stupid nickname and broke beyond belief." she was overconfident in her skills, sure. she was even more confident in her ability to cheat and get away with it if needed though. 'never underestimate a dragon,' she happily chanted to herself.
to any who stared at them, it was the tense 'quiet before the storm'. two fighters locked in a deep stare of intimidation, testing each others mental wills before they clashed....even if all it really was, was just a con man at work.
Romilda DePalo // ho ho you thought this was gonna be a Fight? we out here to make money & do business
Romilda’s sweaty palm would grasp Elysia’s tightly, his hand twitching slightly as he took a firm hold of it. In the intensity of the moment he had to resist the impulse to try to crush it in his mighty grip. Even if this felt like one of the most battles of his life he had to remind himself that this was a fellow citizen, not a villain that needed to be subdued. Yet his stare would retain that level of severity, his smile fading into a look of concentration as the moment of truth drew n-wait. Was she talking? Why was she talking?[break][break]
His face would remain stoic despite his broken concentration, his ears tuning in to hear her unexpectedly soft words. Pearly white teeth clenched behind his closed lips, a shiver running down his spine at her initial comments. Was she intending to blackmail him? Make an example out of him? The devious look in her eye made his mind race with possibilities, the corners of his lips twitching as he readied himself for the different possibilities.[break][break]
But what came next was...a relief. This woman wasn’t some harbinger of justice here to punish him for his boastful wagers. For the truth was he too didn’t have the money to back up his wager. He didn’t even have the cash to back up his original bet with the previous mage. If that man had won Romilda would have had to give up the very silk garment that had been blessed by His Angelic Highness himself. Which would have been an even greater shame than having a group of drunks shun him as a cheat.[break][break]
There would be a moment of silence as he considered her words, internally debating whether or not it was worth the risk. If he won he would have the entire pot for himself. But to do so would be to understand this woman not only physically, but mentally as well. She wouldn’t have been so confident in this deal if she didn’t have some sort of contingency plan. The tension would continue to build as the two mages stared each other down, Romilda’s face maintaining its look of intensity the entire time.[break][break]
But then his head would shift, bobbing up and down in an oh so subtle motion. Only someone who was looking deep into his eyes would see the look of acknowledgement that had entered into his expression. This was the only certain way to maintain his pride and build his reputation in this town. At this point it didn’t matter if he could take true pride in this victory. All he needed was for the world to realize who he was and what he was capable of.[break][break]
”Count us in!”[break][break]
3...2...1...GO![break][break]
The moment the word was given Romilda would flex his inhumanly massive muscles, his biceps rippling and quivering as he struggled against his opponent. He likely could have at least tried to immediately slam the woman’s arm down and claim a swift victory, but that wouldn’t have been a very convincing show, would it? ”Is that all you’ve got, stranger? I was hoping you had more meat on those bones!”
really, this whole thing was building upon prevented failure after prevented failure. she was bluffing. she had no way to prove that he'd been a cheater other than saying, 'i totally saw it happen,' and then attempting to the beat the crap out of anyone who disagreed with her. and so, she was more than pleased when the stranger agreed to follow through with her little 'con act'. it made things easier - for the both of them. sharp eyes caught that subtle bounce of the beautiful muscle man's head - a nod. he was in. perfect. her hands clasped around his own, tighter now, as her teeth bared themselves in a wild smirk. 'don't get too worked up,' she warned herself. else, the man might've ended up getting a none-too-pleasant shock of electricity in his hand.
as the count-down reached its final, the two bearers of utmost physical strength clashed. and he was...impressive, least to say. way better than most she came across. that meant she didn't have to hold back nearly as much as she wanted to. but, first...
"oi you cheapskates! raise the stakes for us a bit, yea? i wanna feel that surge, c'mon! let us give you a show!" she roared out, and a chorus of hollers and shouts soon followed. coins, jewelry, and even a few more...eye-brow raising items were tossed onto the table. she'd supplied, just as she promised. now came the show.
there was a certain glow to those golden eyes of hers. a dangerous glint of warning, a clear sign that...this woman was not normal. with another table-trembling roar, she began to bear down onto the muscular man's hand with a newfound strength. the table croaked and groaned beneath them both, begging for mercy, but, she didn't dare relent. careful not to push it too far, it was clear she still had no intention on simply 'handing' him the win, as the veins within her muscles twitched and her hand bore down into his own. he'd have to earn his victory from her. she didn't take losing, even faux ones, kindly.
Royal purple eyes would shift over to the crowd as the woman egged them on, her words sending a new wave of energy through the onlookers. Whether it was her charisma or the intense atmosphere that made the people so pliable was difficult to tell, but either way her plan was working well. The stakes were raised, bets were being placed and the entire bar seemed to be engrossed by their display.[break][break]
But he couldn’t keep his eyes off his opponent for more than a moment, his attention snapping back to Elysia as he left the crowd to their own devices. The look in her eyes started to shift in an unsettling fashion, a feeling that would only be amplified as an inhuman roar escaped her mouth. Yet Romilda wouldn’t flinch, for he was determined to claim victory no matter what sort of opponent he found himself up against! For a moment he forgot that this was all a show, his lips pulling back to reveal a pair of tightly clenched pearly whites as he stared the beast of a woman down with his own unyielding stare.[break][break]
”You want my best?” His grip on her hand would tighten as his unnaturally massive muscles would continue to push against her, his face twisting into a snarl as his free hand moved to grip the side of the table. ”Then I pray you have enough jewels to cover the medical bills!”With that he would start to slowly apply his full force into his arm, using his grip on the table for leverage as he fought to push her down.[break][break]
Her strength was formidable, he had to admit. Initially he thought he would have to hold back quite a bit to make things interesting, but it quickly became clear that this wasn’t the case. Even with his enhanced muscle mass he could feel considerable resistance. Part of him wished he could continue to forget that this was matched was fixed and enjoy this match the way it was meant to be.
'Tch,' pain started to swell in her hand - no, her own arm. perhaps if she used a spell, she could be of equal match to him but...ah, right. fixed results. right. that naturally competitive side of her hissed with its desire to actually try and win, but, elysia reigned it in. this was for the money, after all. the shouts and cheers of the people behind them to the blood that pumped in her ears and adrenaline through her body...it'd been a long time since she'd quite enjoyed something like this. no spells, no flying lightning or fire - just a good, regular test of strength.
the table creaked and cracked, groaning for mercy that wouldn't be granted as the two went at it. the battle of unyielding strength seemed to go on for hours even if it were only minutes. "i won't...let you win!" she snarled out. several minutes later, there was a massive groan from the table they battled upon...and then, it broke. dust flew into the air and wood went flying as it splintered and crashed down betwixt them both...perfect. golden eyes slide upwards and towards the muscular man - the tiniest of signals.
when the dust cleared and people neared to see the result, gasps of shock and a few cries of outrage or, 'rematch' flew into the air. for the sight before them all was her hand, pinned to the ground by the stranger. bearing a small, defeated grin as her chest slightly heaved, the woman fell onto her back. a bit over dramatic, but, it fit the almost theoretical performance. "looks...like i've been bested." "w-what type of monster is he to beat her?" "maybe he wasn't really cheating then..." "i mean, look at the size of his muscles - makes sense!"
a chorus of whispers followed her 'defeat' until, finally, cheers for their victor began to ring around the bar. the dragon had been slayed.
rising up and dusting the chunks of wood off of her, the female coughed slightly. "oi - what's your name?"
This battle was different from the one before in many ways, even beyond the fact that he knew the outcome in advance. It wasn’t about strength, but rather the raw energy that his opponent seemed to radiate. If this was how ferocious she was in a fixed battle he was eager to see how she performed in the real deal. Still, the tension in the air was so thick it felt as if it were keeping their hands locked in place even as he increased the pressure on his opponent.[break][break]
This time didn’t just lose all meaning, it seemed to actively slow down around him. It was as if the raw electricity from Elysia had kicked his body into overdrive. The roar of the crowd was but a distant noise, like the crashing of the waves upon a far off shore. The only clear words to reach his ears came from his opponent, to which he would respond with only a grunt, the ferocity refusing to leave his features as he remained locked in on their bout.[break][break]
The table cracked and creaked as the two titans did battle upon its surface, it’s legs bowing and struggling from the pressure. The crowd was primed for a grand finale, and that was exactly what they were going to get. ”It’s OVER!” With his final cry Romilda would shift his weight, putting his full strength onto the table. It didn’t take much for the poor piece of furniture to reach its limit.[break][break]
As it shattered beneath them Romi would follow it down, dropping to a knee as he moved to put his weight down on Elysia’s arm. He would remain in his stance as the dust cleared, his musclebound chest heaving with every breath as he stared down at his fallen ‘foe’. At last she would utter the final words needed to assure victory. Immediately Romilda would rise to his feet, his arms rising into the air as his lips turned to a victiorious smile.[break][break]
”Do you see!? With not but my own grit and might I have thrown down the very best that you have to offer! Never forget this day!” The shirtless giant basked in the cheers and whispers of the crowd, his hands resting on his hips as he surveyed the newfound respect he had earned from the bargoers. Victory was sweet, but to earn the respect of a town known to be home for some of the nation’s mightiest mages was the sweetest treat of all. Hold on...was that a tear in his eye?[break][break]
Romilda was snapped from the moment, his eyes widening slightly as the woman demanded his name. Oh right, he got so caught up in all this that he forgot about her. With his right arm falling limp and exhausted at his side he would lean forward and reach out with his right, offering to help pull her to her feet. ”Romilda DePalo. I suggest you remember the name.” He would offer Elysia a small nod of respect, his chest still puffed up with pride. ”You fought well, but I’m afraid not even you can stand up to my strength. I would have your name. In fact...” In a dramatic flourish he would hold his arms wide, spinning in place to address the crowd as a whole. ”Allow me to buy you all a drink to celebrate this occasion!”
