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 sun weighed heavy on Ezrik's lightly armored body; even dressing for the occasion didn't seem to stave off the discomfort. Midday wasn't the most ideal time to investigate the dunes of the Red Desert, but it was also the most available time slot. Every mage was avoiding it, which made it more appropriate that Magia Dragon would want it. Was it a display of faith and trust to the people? That was too much for Ezrik to consider.
His eyes floated over to the person that dragged his feet alongside him—again he was paired with Enlil. "You've done this request once before, correct?" he posed a question, adjusting the tan hood that he hoped would reflect more of the beams of heat. "What were the results then?"
For the last while, they had been patrolling a common trade-route, and there were rumors of small oases along its trail to provide mild refuge. The only one they saw was hardly a bastion for life but maybe it was just the weather that was creating this pessimistic oppression over him. Although his face didn't show it, Ezrik was annoyed with his mental behavior in all of this. It was uncouth to be bested by such a minor and natural foe.
Normally he wasn't one to complain, but in this moment even he felt like whining about what they could even be looking for.
[attr="class","starrytext"]"ah. . ." thinking back to what occurred the first go round. he'd scratch the side of his cheek. lips pucked as they scampered to right, there wasn't much to report back in." he remembered the newcomer vincent being tossed into the air as if he were nothing. it was pretty laughable, but also depressing to watch. poor guy, but in the end he was still kicking. thankfully nothing majorly worth informing happened, at least not to his knowledge.
turning toward his partner, donning a white-hooded cloak over his body. enlil came to be next to his ally, ezrik, and said, "just know that there're pretty tough creatures out there. they're pretty fun to fight though, good for training. i plan to come here every once in awhile on my own." those creatures from back then were tough. nearly c-class level soldiers. they were definitely memorable.
"we just need to be careful is all." looking back toward the sun a little, enlil added, "let's head out before the sunsets. we won't be able to find the red dessert in the dark." and so enlil began to move. taking the lead and starting them off. he wondered what exactly lied in wait for him this go round. and with only two to this team, he slightly worried just how effective their power would prove for the foe(s) to come.
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[attr="class","ooc"]@ezrik mission: --- notes: horrible post, but will do better. will change icon later. :sob:
You and your partner trudge through the red desert by way of oases, saving you from worrying about your water supply. However, what you don’t realize is that these trade routes are actually some of the most dangerous places in the desert, as they are often made bases for red desert tribes. The people of the red desert are a brutal folk, that put a great deal of value on honor and pride. [break][break] You hear the beating of war drums and a whistle. To one of you, this is a familiar sound. A group of five cloaked warriors head towards them. Following them, a cloud of twisted sand. The sand curves and points towards you. “Halt!” one man exclaims, clearly the leader of their posse. [break][break] "I am Ahi! Son of Ruhar and a warrior of my tribe. Introduce yourselves! What business do you travelers bring?!” [break][break] Your choice from here will affect the request and future stories. If you have any questions, please message baby on discord. You do not know when the next interference will take place.
Enlil’s reply wasn’t reassuring. It didn’t dampen Ezrik’s mood anymore, however, already expecting there to be nothing noteworthy. If there was something from before, Magia wouldn’t be sending only two mages—he suspected this was just shaping up to be a tactic in order to assure their guild has first contact with whatever worries the kingdom possessed.
Without protesting the orders of the junior member, Ezrik simply replied with, ”I agree.” Although his mood felt sour, his voice didn’t reflect it.
And then the drums.
Ezrik didn’t need to recognize them to understand the implication. And soon after, the wake of tribesmen to accompany the hostile sound. ”So, this group is unfamiliar to you, then?” he questioned in a hushed whisper while their was still distance between them at the leader.
The leader pressed the two in a voice that implied superiority. ”Greetings, Ahi. I am Ezrik and my companion is Enlil. We are personnel of the guild Magia Dragon and are currently on kingdom business in regards to potential dangers in the desert,” he noted without no reason for secrecy. In his eyes, if they wanted to fight, no amount of coyness or lies would change that. The only thing that truly mattered was that he spoke before Enlil did. The sky dragon slayer had a tendency towards abrasiveness and Ezrik intended to find a diplomatic result if it was at all possible.
”May I inquire as to how we may help you?” he questioned.
[attr="class","starrytext"]"hah?" looking at ezrik with a look of confusion. enlil responded, "hell no. the last time i came here we fought these weird creatures with lacrima in their eyes. they rode on horses and had spears. plus, they lacked skin. they were literally nothing but bones." he called back to how annoying they were to deal with.
as they neared the group. enlil allowed for ezrik to speak for them. the sky slayer was already annoyed as that he had to come back out upon this route. he eyed the men carefully, wondering if they were the cause of his troubles the last time he was here. for now he allowed ezrik to do the talking, for there was a high-chance enlil preferred to do the talking with his fist rather than his words. this was annoying, it was hot, and he didn't bring the sword he once had this time. meaning all he had was magic on his side. "lame..." he murmured, as he attempted to reach for nothing but air at his side. forgetting that he no longer possessed the broadsword he once did.
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[attr="class","ooc"]@ezrik mission: --- notes: horrible post, but will do better. will change icon later. :sob:
[attr="class","starrytext"]a shift in enlil's expression became one of a serious tone. it was at the mention of the words 'valerian' and 'dogs' that it invoked some sort of switch within the back of enlil's mind. spoken within the same "if you think i worship some false punk ass family of full of pansies, then you've got another thing coming." he'd step forward in front of ezrik. no longer allowing the blondie to do the talking for him.
"the only dragon i worship is me and only me." fangs bared and a devilish smile given. enlil would remove his white hooded cloak, tossing it to the side and allowing for the rays to fry his skin. "for a tribe that hides away in the desert you lot sure do talk a lot of shit. unlike blondie over here i don't have pretty words to give, just fist. are you lot going to get in our way or help us uncover the goddamn mystery of this place?" tightening the palm of his left hand into a fist. enlil wanted nothing more than to clobber the group of men, but it's clear ezrik wanted to attempt a different approach.
clearly that didn't work.
so if the only way to get answers were through fists. than this was right up enlil's ally. "so what's it gonna be?"
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[attr="class","ooc"]@ezrik mission: --- notes: enlil is not having IT right now.
The first attempt at diplomacy didn't bear fruit, and his inner spirit winced at the provocations the tribesmen made. Personally, he was unaffected by them—but he could feel the mood around his partner shift immediately.
Ezrik parted his lips to give his response, but it was Enlil that spoke first in a searing tone befitting of a dragon. The situation moved from negotiation to coercion. Maybe these type of people respected shows of strength; in which case the pair were fortunate to have Enlil. Ezrik could only supply what he knew, and what he knew was tact.
"Unfortunately, my partner answers true. We have no intention of returning without a completed mission," he said, giving a more direct answer to the question posed to them. "If you would kindly share any information you possess, or move aside, then we'll be on our way. If not—" he said before withdrawing his hand to rest on the hilt of his sheathed weapon. "—then we'll resort to force as a necessary response to your threats."
It was difficult to gauge how danger Ezrik really was when all his words were voiced with such lack of emotion, and only sharp and inquisitive eyes.
The sand around you begins shifting. Large pikes raise up from the ground, wrapping around you like bondage. You feel a spike of ethernano as Ahi casually yawns and cracks his fingers. You are a fool if you think it’s only Valeria that can produce great mages and wizards. [break][break] Will you challenge this C-class mage or go peacefully as his prisoner? Your choice from here will affect the request and future 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"]a twitch in his temple made the sky dragon clench his teeth. but before action could be taken, they were suddenly wrapped in sand. "the sand...?" he was a mage that could manipulate sand. the mana he emitted was one that radiated that he was above them in term of magic, but in the end all that made the man was a simple obstacle.
an attempt to fight would be fun, but even then he couldn't guarantee the safety of his partner. it wasn't that he cared for blondie, he could handle himself. but he rather not be the reason they met their end so abruptly. so, he'd respond with, "oh. we got caught." they were going to show them something, but as prisoners.
they were going to get answers more easier. the logical thing to do was wait and bide time. if the events ahead of them proved fruitless, then it was time to dragon up and show the fuck out. "there better be food where we're going, and lot's of water too." he stated within calm tone. they were giving the duo what they wanted, so there was something that came out of this.
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[attr="class","ooc"]@ezrik mission: --- notes: at least they're taking us to the thing we want.
These were fortunate circumstances for the tribe's mage. To be a wielder of magic that manipulated the sand while also calling the dunes his habitat. To be birthed in such blessings almost made things the result of grand design. Was he born here purposefully? Or before this was he just a wandering soul that devoted himself to living among the desert after discovering his own prowess with its elements. These were more than passing thoughts as the sand crept up his leg, constricting tighter as it rose.
The most surprising thing of this all wasn't with their adversaries however, it was with Enlil's response. He did choose a passive approach to the situation, and Ezrik wanted to compliment the man. Another time, maybe. Raising his hands in a surrender, he echoed his partner, "Very well, if that's the bargain being made, we accept." Of course he had run the probability of emerging victorious. With the two of them, it was possible, but it was definitely a fight not in their favor. The desert was the determining factor, and prolonging combat out in this heat would only make the task more difficult to complete once the fight was finished.
"I agree, water would be pleasant," he said with no change in his complacent expression. Enlil might have been playing coy, but Ezrik was quite parched from the lack of solid reservoirs thus far.
[break][break] You have made a wise decision in allowing yourselves to get captured. You’ve avoided a fight and have ultimately made it one step closer towards the mission goal. The tribe warriors have forgotten their original purpose of getting you to turn around and are instead leading you deeper into the desert. Perhaps enlil vindr is better with people than originally thought. [break][break] The trip through the desert goes relatively smoothly with the warriors’ navigation. After your capture, the tribal warriors don’t say much to you, and instead turn their attention towards joking amongst themselves. They do not stop for water and as a result, you grow quite thirsty but you survive until you get to their village. [break][break] When you arrive, the sun has already set over the horizon and you’ve realized you’re losing time. The first thing you’ll notice is that their village is set up like a military base. The homes are simple tents designed for quick packing, and even the women have a sort of rugged nature. Though it is an otherwise ordinary camp, what is impressive about it is it's surrounding four oases that glitter a brilliant shade of azure, basking in the sunlight. ”Well? Is this what you Valerian thoughts imagined? Welcome to the Shuaruri Tribe village, dogs of the kingdom.” [break][break] You’ve discovered a hidden location! The Shuaruri Tribe Village will be open to the site after this mission. What will you do? It seem Your choice from here will affect the request and future 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"]this place was going to be swept in a blaze of hellfire.
he hated this place. he hated this tribe. he hated this village. he hated ezrik for bringing him back to this place, but did one thing good came from this? yes, it was that they discovered a new settlement. the women were a bit rough, but he wondered what would elysia have thought about this place. she would fit right in.
turning to ezrik. he'd look back to the tribal men. "for the last time we don't work for those people." he groaned, annoyed with the men. "can you let us go already? we're not here to harm your people, if anything i rather get the hell out of here more than anything. plus i'm thirsty and hungry, you lot haven't done anything but torture us on a miserable journey." enlil got straight to the point, "just tell us what we wanna know already about the red dessert!"
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[attr="class","ooc"]@ezrik mission: --- notes: son of a bitches.
And just like that, they had avoided wasting more effort, and were drawn closer to their goal—or at least that's how Ezrik was interpreting the situation. Were these men the cause of the travel troubles? They did seem to be quick on impeding their trail during the trade route. Perhaps more research was to be done, and Ezrik had nothing but time to contemplate the next step as the marched across the desert.
By the time they did stop, it was within the confines of the village complex, Ezrik's own body weary, and tongue rough with dryness. He had seen the water on the way in, but there was little left in his body to help him salivate at the sight. Despite such exhaustion, he still looked as stoic and unfazed as ever.
"Imagined? Not quite. I expected more creative layouts that maybe possessed some unique cultural appeal. This is actually very practical and efficient. Your resources are abundant in terms of the desert thanks to the oases, and it seems you can move to and from here without wasting time or energy—further increasing effectiveness of your scouts or primary military body." he prattled about, though it was unclear to tell if Ezrik was impressed or disappointed.
Enlil spat his complaints, and the blonde chose to highlight the important part of the question. He needed to be sure this was the cause of the disturbances in the desert, then they'd hopefully be able to return with little conflict. "—and, what we'd like to know is the disturbances within the area. The Kingdom traders and traveling civilians are having difficulty passing through. The Kingdom gave us very little information to go off of, but we were hoping that you had an answer. Maybe your own blockades? Or is there more to the story?" he pressed with sincerity.
"Also, my partner is correct. We are separate from them. Just legal mercenaries wanting to complete their job."
