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.
Orokana started his day waking up late, as was the normal for the young magician. He never very cared much for being on time as much as his bosses and other knights hated it, he just did what he wanted at his own pace. Yawning loudly the young man would start to put on his clothes and make himself look presentable, which didnt matter after he put on his cloak and hid his face. walking out of the place he was staying he made his way down into the streets and walked out into the crowds of people. He didnt bring his sword since his job today was to just help at a soup kitchen. but he kept his daggers on him just in case. After a couple of minuets of him walking, and kinda getting lost, he found his destination. He walked in slowly as he tried to slowly walk around everyone, trying to make sure no one really saw him as he made his way to the back and taking off his cloak and keeping his tunic on and his mask on. he put on an apron and stood and looked around as he tried to see who else he was working with has noticed his lateness.
The practicality of her wardrobe was supreme: pale brown blouse and knee-length trousers, hair caught back in a tight bun and under a net, apron up front, heel-less shoes comfortably sliding from this place to that. Jurianne had arrived earlier than recommended, a hardwired system from her youth springing to duty. Her mind was full of sights: the floor she swept from end to end and its balustrade lining; the tomcat that scratched at the door, meowing to be let in; the paper-boy throwing the day’s news through the broken window into the springs of an old couch.
She filled her arms with plates and stacked them out front. The main cooks were already on the first round of meals, something that looked like potatoes floating in a sea of greens. Running out back, she minced, then chopped, then scraped slices into the pot. She slid around the floor like it was artwork in motion. By the time the other assistants arrived, she had run to the bathroom to take a break.
The first ‘new’ person she saw was the shape of a male with raven hair. He walked slowly and she fast, coming to tap him on the arm as she swiveled past. “Good morning! Are you here to eat or help?” Truthfully, he would be the first patron today if he confessed to latter. He was masked, she noted, silently expecting him to take it off. It was odd and suspicious to be wearing concealment indoors.
"I do hope you're almost finished," her disinterested voice slid across the worn table like a snake. It curved around the chipped and mismatched dishes, intentionally overlooking the polite spread of tea and crackers. They were words riddled with an undetectable threat, spoken by a woman that had neither the time nor patience for the excuses of a troubled man. And though he wasn't a refined gentleman, he could sense the inferences Gordana eased into conversation.
"Very well, I was simply passing by on my way to another appointment," she added nonchalantly, rising from the confines of a rather uncomfortable chair. Her companion was nearly shaking. "I'll be back tomorrow for what you owe, in whatever form you decide that payment takes." Her words coiled around the man's throat, rendering him unable to reply. Gordana hadn't a moment to spare, so without another look, she took her leave.
"Ah," she breathed peacefully. Her topaz eyes squinted at the sun. "What an absolutely beautiful day!"
It wouldn't take her long to reach the soup kitchen. With the way Gordana effortlessly cut through the crowd and down the street, only five minutes had passed before she was entering the shabby establishment. The doors creaked as she moved into a open room. Old and recycled furniture decorated the interior, set up with only banality in mind. An old man in tattered clothes sat alone at the edge of one bench, his dirty hair covering his face as he napped on the surface of the table. "Ew," Gordana breathed.
But despite appearances, the air was filled with a warm and delicious scent. The tall woman, adorned in black slacks and blouse, moved quickly toward the kitchen in the back. "Sorry I'm late, I had a previous engagement I couldn't skip," she offered casually. "Where should I go?"
