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.
'get paid' - that was a mood. especially considering she had problems with saving money, more often than not. at the very least, she did a better job than she had upon first becoming a mage. gods, she flew through jewels as though it were food...spending it on, quite literally, that. food and booze. it was pretty miserable, honestly. filling, but, not a life she wanted to lead. snapping back to at his question, the silvery haired woman quirked a brow.
"camel? i...don't think so. you don't eat it?" she asked blankly with a tilted head. it was only when she was staring at the brown beast that was bigger than she was did she realize, no. you don't eat them. after naming her camel 'rolf' for some odd reason and seeming to have an odd fondness of him, despite him refusing to respond to his 'new name', the lightning slayer was ready to go.
and by 'go', that meant realizing how damned boring the desert actually was.
five minutes into their departure, and she promptly realized she hated walking on sand. it was weird. itchy. complex. likely did wonders for stamina training, but...not right now. it was too hot for that. and so, unlike her companion, she took to riding her camel. snickering slightly at her companions enthusiastic introduction to just how wonderfully sandy deserts were, she was quick to follow suit. "i can't wait until we get to the part where we see more sand. i heard...its the sandiest." cackling under her breath at her, lame, joke, she relaxed against her camel a bit. she'd leave the 'seeing' part up to gabriel and focus on trying to smell or hear anything. aka, she was tired of looking at sand.
"what d'ya thinks out there?" she suddenly asked. "what if its like...a really big worm. a sand worm - are those a thing? that'd be pretty cool...i'd totally bring it back to the guild hall." why? to creep the girls out with it, of course. maybe try and hang it on the walls or something until the guildmaster forced her to take it down.
"not yet, you're not. you're the perfect height for one." sharp teeth revealed themselves as elysia's smirk only grew. one beat down wouldn't kill him, after all. maybe it'd make him stronger! and if it didn't? well, at least she got to let off some steam. her eyes narrowed the slightest at hilbert's rather...'obvious' statement. "...." the woman said nothing, simply staring at him before, very casually, she leaned down....and grabbed him on the cheek, beginning to rather harshly tug on it. electricity trickled off of her finger in the form of a spark that danced along her fingertips, giving him a small zap here or there...nothing too serious. "smart ass," she grumbled with a huff.
her rough, taunting motions stopped only when the faintest shuffled of branches caught her attention. her head raised, eyes narrowing as excitement began to beat in her heart. was this it? their grand, awaiting challenge? she stepped closer, ready to call 'first dibs' on whatever popped through the thicket. except, what appeared wasn't an undead vermin or a skeletal beast. it was...a dog, just a dog. elysia's face visibly dropped as, with a loud groan, she plopped onto the ground. "ugh," she groaned loudly.
the dog didn't immediately wander off though. instead, it watched them both with odd yellow eyes and a lolling tongue. "hilbert, give it something to eat and make it buzz off. i'm not sharing any of my snacks," the woman grumbled. seemed she was...a bit grumpy.
a soft chuckle came from her lips as her victorious grin returned. annoying him was, by far, one of her favorite things to do. her head gave the slightest tilt as she followed his shirt rising to see - ah, yes his guild mark. she couldn't help but smile, even if it was faint. really, getting him to join a damned guild in the first place had been one of the most difficult things the woman had ever done. he was a stubborn little shit, she'd give him that. but, she wouldn't deny the sense of satisfaction it brought her. if just a peace of mind as well. whether he wanted to see it as such a place or not, being within a guild promised a place to belong and return to, even if everything else was lost. "the tongue? that's gross." she couldn't help but comment. 'that's actually pretty sick, why didn't i think of it first? ugh, stupid.'
seeing as she had his attention, she briefly dropped her typically mischievous, insouciant demeanor. her face grew a bit more serious - a rare moment for the woman, who seemed to think of life as one big fighting game more often than not. "you're still looking for him, yea?" by 'him' she, of course meant his dragon parent.
"eh? nah. my undeniable attractiveness does though." elysia answered bluntly, a cocky smirk making its way onto her face as she offered the male a wink. taking a seat on the table and crossing her legs, she had little qualms about swiping his tea and beginning to sip at it. all the while, her eyes were narrowed in thought. she hated assignments like this that required 'tactic' and 'thinking'. she was far more suited for just breaking stuff. "this'd be so much easier if we had something to track them with via scent," the dragon slayer groaned slightly. but, there was no point in dwelling on the 'ifs' and 'wishes' of what they didn't have. they just needed to work with what they did.
"that narrows down the area. if the city lord's wife is a popular target...lets investigate around there. i doubt the guy just sits there waiting for her to fall asleep. we can see if anyone's noticed any suspicious activity or people around and try and track em' from there." she suggested, setting the tea down soon afterwards.
"that tea...was gross by the way. you need way more sugar." of course though, the cup was empty.
regis valeria // tbh i winged tf out of coming up with a solution lmao
unlike most people, elysia wasn't one of those who forgot where she came from upon first arriving to the kingdom. dirt poor and with poor knowledge of the modern world around her, shara was her home for a bit until she eventually joined cats cradle and made her living there. as of such, coming back to her 'starting place' was always a nice reminder of how far she'd came. but, really, as humble as she wanted to sound, the real reason she came back to the area was because of the taverns. sure, they were a bit shady, and talking to the wrong person could somehow get your body sold faster than you could blink..but, damn did it bring back good memories. the various bar fights she'd gotten into to tasting some of the best alcohol she had in a long while. they made drinks that could really make a poor man forget about the days labors, that was for sure.
arriving in all of her glory, she took place at one of the stools beside someone who didn't take much care to pay attention to...at first, that was. after ordering a hefty amount of booze for 'the first round', that was when she noticed it. a familiar smell...a really familiar smell, actually. nose twitching and head giving the slightest tilt, her golden irises found themselves trailing over to her side, and to where a red haired individual sat. staring at him for a moment, she abruptly leaned closer. not caring much about personal space, her eyes bore into his in a stare.
"do i know you?"
she paused.
"...tommy? tommy, you're alive?" she could've sworn he got ran over by that wayward horse carriage all those years ago- no, no....this scent was similar but...there was no way this was tommy. his scent was...spicier. it reminded her of...fire? who was he?
Aerys Blackfyre // imma be honest w/ you as was tired af when i wrote this
Abruptly, the woman was dropped, her form hitting the ground none too gently and it provoked a grunt from her. God - she should've just stayed on the ground and continued her nap if this was gonna happen. "ow," she complained, despite making no move to get up from where she laid. she stared at the shouting male with a blank expression, her gaze slowly flickering to the handful of hair she held. lips slowly pursed into an, 'oh' as she realized what had happened. or rather, what she had done. to be fair, she didn't mean to pull so hard but...ah, she got a little bit too excited in the whole, 'wig thing'.
"...we can glue it back on?" she soon suggested with a tilt of her head, pausing once more before continuing as the 'ideas' began to flow. slowly getting onto her knees to crawl closer to her, a grin grew wide on her lips. "or i can just pluck off all the rest of your hair. even it out a bit, y'know?" and she was serious, which was the cruel thing. before she learned to harness lightning properly, she had plenty of patches of missing hair. it never really bothered her though - hair grew back. it wasn't as though she ripped off an arm or something. "...you'll be fine, it'll grow back." the woman ended up stating with a yawn. her back settled against the wall, the stares of various passerby doing little to faze her as she nestled into herself. quest temporarily forgotten about, she was hunkering down for another 'power nap', it seemed.
as though his wish had been granted, the doors abruptly opened, and in entered his savior. except, elysia was far from help. an utter disaster in the kitchen, her dishes turned out either really well, or really bad. there was no in between. she had a horrible habit of deviating from the recipe to even eating her things halfway through. ingredients often went missing, and there were plenty of times the oven was set ablaze because she took a nap at the wrong time. still, having once lived the 'poor' life herself, burned and horrible food was better than no food, right? this was the one place where her cooking skills couldn't be complained about as long as she didn't chop off her own finger and drop it in the pot or something.
the woman quirked a brow at the man's hands - he looked so...awkward holding a knife. and were those bandages everywhere? geez, this was kinda sad. "sure you didn't lose enough blood?" her taunting words were followed by her abruptly snatching a knife from him as she twirled it within her fingers, showing off just a bit. it wasn't like he knew that she was an utter terror in the kitchen...might as well lead him along a bit and get some well deserved appreciation, yeah? "do me a favor and find me something nice to snack on. break a wire, hand me a power cord - even a regular battery will work." she motioned him off like one would a servant as she began to rather skillfully chop up the remaining vegetables. she did know how to handle sharp objects, surprisingly enough.
'such a brat,' the woman thought to herself, but, there was a subtle smile to her lips. what she once found utterly irritating, and perhaps even alien, about him she'd grown to, begrudgingly, adore. enlil was just...enlil, she guessed. and she'd come to accept him for that. that still didn't mean she hesitated in attempting to beat the crap outta him when he went a bit too far with his usual...self.
she paused for a moment, listening to his words and giving a slow nod. her feelings upon knowing her mother were a bit more...complex than that. there was a hidden guilt she possessed, albeit childish, but, was there. however, there was little point in bringing it up. the past was done. her mother was dead, and that was that. still, he had a point. for whatever suffering she endured in her childhood to the constant stream of terribleness he endured in his own, she had pleasant memories of her early days. "its hard to remember her face and voice," the woman abruptly stated. there was the slightest bit of guilt that tinged her tone, but, she soon nodded, a wide smile coming onto her lips. even if she couldn't, the warm feelings of the good life she once lived was still there. "you're not wrong tho-"
and, he ruined it. honestly, she expected it. a 'nice' moment with enlil never lasted long.
eye twitching ever so slightly, her arm once against slung over his shoulders in a more casual, friendly like grasp...until it turned incredibly firm and rough as she headlocked the man. Her fist met the top of his head in a rough noogie that was rough enough to even generate a few sparks of electricity. Or, maybe she was just shocking him on purpose. "shut up, i have plenty of womanly grace and uh...what is it? posture?...tch, shut up!" she scoffed softly. "i still feel guilty for dumping you off at magia dragon. you sure they haven't kicked you out yet? lemma see your guild mark," she taunted.
eventually, she let him go, letting out a breath as her head rested back against the cabinets and staring off into space. "hey, en?"
she hadn't meant to throw up on the guy, but...she'd be damned if it wasn't funny. and extremely disgusting. "Y-yeah, take that...-u-urk," she couldn't even properly claim her victory, as that damned feeling of her stomach being stirred too and fro was still an ongoing battle...and she was losing. badly. her pitiful stare at the civilians for help as she rolled off the collapsed villain went unnoticed, causing a loud groan to leave her lips. "oh god smite me now."
to make matters worse, he was back. knocking out a villain by vomiting on them - as cool as it sounded - was not something she wanted to be remembered for. but, at the very least, if any asked, she saved the train! with a trembling grin coming onto her lips, she held a 'thumbs up' to enlil from where she lay on the floor with teary eyes thanks to the pain of her stomach and the absolutely putrid smell. she really had to stop sucking on phone chargers. "m-mission...completed..." with that, the lightning slayer passed out on the floor.
there was a heavy roll of the female's golden eyes, a sigh soon rousing itself from her lips as well. "that's not how friendship works, nitwit," her statement was a bit softer, muffled by the fact that she was stuffing her mouth. she didn't exactly expect him to understand - and, that was fine. even if their relationship was...odd. perhaps even slightest one-sided at all, it gave her a bit of piece of mind to know that he wasn't....dying, or something. she did care, surprisingly enough.
"the nicer you are, the easier it'll get. its like training." still, a smile curled onto her lips as she listened to him explain his time at the guild, a small chuckle eventually rousing from her lips. there was a point in time where he complained so much about the guild, she feared he'd simply destroy the place due to disliking it so much. it was good to see he was fitting in...well, as much as he could, anyway. moving away from where her arm was looped around his shoulder, she'd plant herself onto his counter-top, legs swinging back and forth.
her lips parted, prepared to give him some semblance of encouragement that he'd eventually find a request that'd sate his needs...until he asked that question. it wasn't often, if at all, people asked about her younger days. they weren't exactly overemotional for her or anything - or, maybe that was because she forced herself to become so numb to it? to where it couldn't bother her anymore? she wasn't sure. "c'mere." she suddenly stated, voice a bit more firm as she patted the space of open counter top next to her. Leaning back slightly to where her head leaned against the cabinet, a smile curled on her lips. "my birth, huh?"
"far away from here - it was in the mountains. my mother used to be the leader of a tribe of people there. my tribe is- was...odd. fearsome hunters and warmongers, but...i always remembered them being so warm. she was a brave woman though. a good leader. someone thought they could be a better leader. and so, they revolted. she was killed and iiii," she yawned slightly, idly scratching at her cheek, trying to figure out a way to explain it.
"you know how nobles release beasts into their gardens to hunt? it gives the fleeting experience of a hunt without worry that their prey will ever escape. the prey doesn't know the difference though, and they fight for their lives nonetheless. you could say, in a way, they played a similar game with me until they got bored once i stopped fighting back." she remembered it clear as day - the moment in which she stopped caring to survive, and the desire to simply perish was immense. it was satisfying, seeing their disgusted look when their 'prey' came willingly to their arms. and pointed blades.
"tossed out into the wilderness for the beasts to feed on, that's when i eventually met dad- ah, the lightning dragon." a small grin formed on her lips.
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
when the door closed, the woman merely...stared. similar to a cat caught in the action of doing something wrong, as soon as he went out of sight...she continued doing exactly what she was doing. cuddling back into the pillows and munching. except, he came back. "why're you still here," the silvery haired woman complained with a small tsk.
watching him whilst she peeked at him from over the armrest, she huffed loudly at his statements, an even louder sigh coming from her lips as he continued. gods, he was so...mean. maybe if she beat it into him a couple of times, he'd remember to be a bit...kinder? a small scoff came from her lips as the woman roused herself to her tall height, sauntering over to him. an arm linked over his shoulders, if only so she could nose through the grocery bag and see what goodies he had to bring. casually reaching and taking out a hunk of meat he literally just placed down.
"you're gonna make me cry if you keep insulting me," elysia sniffled. although, it was hard to see any tears within her eyes as she began to stuff her face and her deadpanned expression remained the same. "is it wrong for me to come and visit a friend?" arm still linked over his shoulder, she began to pinch at his cheeks, "i worry about you, y'know? maybe the kids at the guild are being mean to him? maybe he got kicked out because he's occasionally a little shit? i gotta make sure you're eating right too," she listed, taking a pause to take yet another big bite.
"a 'thank you for caring,' would be nice some times, ya know?"
there was definitely something odd about being carried. it was...nice. most people generally didn't bother with her. quite tall for a woman, she was light but just extremely...rough? tomboyish? the thought of doing such a lady-like gesture likely never crossed their mind. and the was fine - she wasn't a delicate butterfly. usually, she carried people, not the other way around. still, elysia was more than content to enjoy this little 'treat', utterly and completely oblivious to...whatever it was the man had 'cooking' within his mind. hopefully, he'd realize just how shitty of a servant the slayer was one way or another.
still...there was something very important she still had to do...and she couldn't just do it without a little bit of a warm up. she wouldn't go in rough, not this time, at least.
and so, her head rested on his chest whilst a hand gripped his shoulder whilst another let her slender fingertips lightly stroke at his hair. golden eyes looked up at him through a few strands of her silvery hair, an oddly gentle look within her eyes. was she...seducing him? "you're...warm and comfy, bellamy. can i take a nap here?" those words were true enough. but, to be fair, anywhere she could fit was more than enough for her to fall asleep.
"elysia vadala. nothin' else is all that special." she supposed she could've let him know about her dragon parent, the infamous lightning dragon, but, why? she'd bring it up if she needed to. and right now, she didn't.
"hey hey," she called out, eyes once again fixating themselves on his face as she leaned closer - he could surely feel the warmth of her breath on his face. the hand that gripped his shoulder soon found itself on his cheek, gently gripping it. 'anchored on...now just...'
and then, she pulled. and she pulled hard. the hand that was tangled within his long strands of hair suddenly yanked them with enough force to easily pull them clean out. to her surprise, no wig came falling off. lips pursed in a slight 'o', marvel danced in her eyes. "oh. so its real. who woulda thought..."
Staring at the man for several seconds, elysia gave a slow blink. he - what? what was he talking about? a nap sounded way better than that. surprisingly, it was the notion of the plan being her 'intelligent' one that got the stubborn woman to go along with helping. it was the fact that she wouldn't have to walk. not only that, but, something about this man was...bothering her to an almost extreme degree...
was his hair a wig? there was no way a man would have such long hair - it rivaled her own at this point. yeah, it had to be a wig...but, if he was secretly bald underneath, that'd be a rather gross image. then again, that could've easily been able to shock an enemy; abrupt, shiny baldness. a hidden, but impressive tactic.
"yeah, yeah," she yawned softly. "pick me up, c'mon." she wasted little time to cutting to exactly what it was she wanted. given how, in the past, she'd once spent a weeks worth of quests on...questionable items, she wasn't against spending money. thankfully, over the past years, she'd grown far more reliable with it, but, unlike some people, she wasn't cheap. imagine that, a cheap noble.
"and you're jealous," that daring grin only grew as she marveled at her newest 'toy'. watching as he ran and opened the door, it was soon elysia who looked more than a bit jealous at the sight of him filling himself up on the fresh air from outside. there wasn't a plug in sight nor even a light she could get to to sip on some delicious electricity...and it sucked. "hey!" she shouted out to her partner, pausing. it looked like, if just for a moment, she was going to offer some encouraging words. concern, maybe? "....don't die." with a queasy grin, she turned her back to him, heading off to go find the pest.
even with her stomach swirling and the urge to puke every five seconds, her nose worked perfectly fine. the scent of the beast tamer was nearby - the idiot was inside. and so, abruptly, the door to the next cart would come crashing down as the slayer would - quite literally - burst into the cart. catching tail end of his rant, her 'severed stinger' went flying from her hand, flying right into the man's face and...not gently either. "i think i might be the one you're looking for." sharp teething baring themselves in a frightfully cheerful grin, electricity crackled around her form as those golden eyes of hers gave an eerie glower...until the train gave an abrupt and sudden series of rocks and shakes - likely due to the fighting overhead.
elysia fell forward, her cheeks puffed out in sheer sickness. "g-god dammit enlil you little punk-!!" her sickened wail was followed by her collapsing onto the thief's body, sending them both rolling down the isle. "oh gods my stomach," she complained loudly despite having little intention on moving....or, more like she couldn't. her stomach was really reeling now. "i-i think im gonna...oh gods, i am gonna puke," she cried out, gagging.
in...a way, she supposed she had 'captured' the thief, if she was looking on the bright side of things.