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"]"i thought it was pretty clear that once i left you didn't have to keep looking after me." plus, he was pretty sure he repaid her the rent money--or so he thought. but no use in sweating the small stuff. "anyway, my time at this guild has been plentiful." continuing to shuffle about within the fridge. a stale expression remained even with the pinch o his cheek.
"being nice is exhausting. i practically do it everyday. it's exhausting!" he whined. playing nice wasn't his forte. hand the requests that guild got was crap. everything on the board was crap. for such an established guild they sure received crapped jobs. "i've done everything on that board and nothing has satisfied me yet." seriously, talk about a tease. he got so into conversation that he forgot he wanted her gone.
"half of the requests are so easy a child of the guild could do it." thinking back to what they've done so far. none of them looked to remotely have any lead or knowledge on where to find his dragon parent. though, at the moment, enlil wasn't too interested on finding him these days. more so he was interested in learning a bit more about his birth if anything. "oi." he uttered, staring within the fridge as he'd come to a halt.
"tell me about your birth..." enlil requested.
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[attr="class","ooc"]Elysia Vadala mission: ---. mana: 65/100 notes: big bank take little bank.
[attr="class","starrytext"]"ah..." did he hit someone without noticing? turning to the girl with potatoes. he'd look toward her at the ground. it was only expected he apologize, but for now he'd assist her in picking up the potatoes. "potato girl." picking up one, he'd place it in the basket, "here, sorry." he casually stated, assisting that ruby eyed ravenette.
he wondered how did this taste. taking a potato without permission, he'd bite into it raw. chewing second by second, he'd realize that this potato held a familiarity to it. a memory invading his mind as this scenario felt a little familiar. enlil, then, said, "this potato is crap." yup, this was a crap potato. he'd spit out to the side, forgetting that he should never eat an uncooked potato.
"hey, why'd you buy these? are you into crap potato or something?" crap girl. a name that had some ring to it, familiarity cascading the back of his mind as he tried to remember why they felt so familiar. ruby orbs stared into the female's own. her hair as black as night. why did this potato girl feel so familiar. enlil began to stare intensely and creepily.
[attr="class","starrytext"]the man began to yell a lot of nonsense. in the midst of his shouting enlil would bypass him. scanning the area with an uninterested look in what the man had to say. "wow, you're a real slacker." he commented. thoughhe had no right to say such a thing considering he was the worse of the worst.
"ah. . ." where did he find it? he thought about it. a look of confusion as he tried to remember. "i forgot." no wait, he'd change his answer, "oh, i remember!" wait, was he sure that's where he found it? "yes, i remember." a fist collided with the palm of his hand. smiling he'd say, "i found it in a dumpster." that's right, it was a dumpster cat.
"do you have some sort of spell that can see where it is now?!" enlil stated merrily. alright, they were gonna finish this earlier. meaning he could go do other things. thank god this guy wasn't all that useless. "let's go find this dumpster cat. come on, come on, use the spell." as if he had anything like that. enlil was better off relying on his nostrils.
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[attr="class","ooc"]Gabriel Alastair mission: --- notes: how dare he.
[attr="class","starrytext"]the fight had a time limit. enlil didn't know how long he could hold up. but, either way, he needed to clean up this mess quickly and efficiently. the battle was hard fought and, in the end, enlil was victorious. but at what cost? the wind he'd eaten helped him stay afloat. but, sadly, that energy was expelled the moment he fought the twin killer bees.
he crawled himself back down to the cart. curious as to what was Elysia Vadala's progress. of course, it would be struggle before he could get back. after all, he had a long way to go before he'd arrive to help her.
elsewhere, the villain would come to see the dragon slayer. with his cane aimed and ready, he'd deflect the stinger that was thrown at him. "you violent little tramp!" the villain yelled. she delivered herself to him, good. just what he wanted. the girl was coming, but not coming in a way he'd expect. she fell atop of him.
Elysia Vadala had a new ability. one that would surely put the villain into an unconscious state, what was it called? the lightning slayer's puke. that's right, she hurled upon his face like no other. a powerfully digusting spell that would beat even the strongest of mages. the villain, horrified by her gut wrenching stomach acid, fell unconscious.
enlil returned, barely alive. holding onto the seat. once there, he'd look at the civilians upon the carts faces. "w-what the..." he was confused as to why everyone looked so shock. turning toward elysia, he'd say, "oi..." as enlil got closer. a look of utter shock befell his face. he'd cover his nostrils, but it was impossible due to his strong sense of smell. "g-gross!" he exclaimed. pinching his nose. "what the hell happened?!" a job well done, but not in the way this should've gone. "i-i'm gonna..." he'd turn around, puking himself.
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[attr="class","ooc"]Elysia Vadala mission: [ mission details ] notes: we can end the thread on your post since it'll be the tenth!
[attr="class","starrytext"]"you were going to call them 'pathetic' just now." he pointed out. and for a nobleman he was a bit too honest. especially when he told him that he was just as lazy. scratching the nape of his neck, enlil added, "fine, fine. i don't know who's worse, you or blondie." they were both equally stick in the mud's, one more annoying than the other.
this wasn't something he could punch, so this was gonna be boring. "let's just get this over with." and so he'd place back on his clothing. he'd start with gathering the sustenance from the fridge. placing them next to one another tray by tray, enlil would line them up. but in the midst of continuing, he'd stop. "this is boring!" snatching the net off of his hair he'd toss it down.
"why can't we just make them do this since it's for them?" 'them' being the low-class. enlil, surprisingly, resonated with these individuals on a small scale. he, too, knew the pain of homelessness. but that was normal everyday life to him--it was what he once thought was normal. little did he know, he was going to soon learn the difference between the commoners and high-class. "besides, how the hell did a nobleman even end up in magia dragon? shouldn't you be living a lavish lifestyle with the crowned family."
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[attr="class","ooc"]Bellamy Grayberry mission: ---. mana: 65/100 notes: idk what i wrote.
[attr="class","starrytext"]disgusting. she entered his home without permission. not only did he return from a job, but he returned home to a bothersome individual. "she-bitch," he called her. disgusted by her presence, he wanted her to just leave and disappear. standing at the entrance enlil had an idea. "oh."
he closed the door.
waiting for a second, he'd reopen the door. "shit, you're still here." groceries in one hand. he'd make way for the fridge. "this isn't an inn, don't you have your own home to go?" he commented. opening the fridge and placing an assortment of items within it. "you literally don't have to be here." didn't she have to go be a hostess at that weird cradle anyway.
"don't you have a guild to go prostitute in?" cat's cradle was an odd guild to enlil. they were bigger and far more popular than magia dragon, or any other guild for that matter. of all the ways to spend her time she chooses to waste it by making a trip to the town with which he stayed in near magia dragon.
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[attr="class","ooc"]Elysia Vadala mission: ---. mana: 65/100 notes: big bank take little bank.
[attr="class","starrytext"]he stare at the angry little runt for a brief second. but as the male turned enlil took hold of his cape simultaneously. tugging upon and, therefore, choking him with his own cloth. "ah, oops." he uttered unenthusiastically. "i don't even know and you're a pain in my side." he had half a mind to let him wander in this place to his dumb, unknowing that he was a mage. the individual looked frail from afar, and even up close even more frail.
"i can't let you go." enlil casually stated. he'd also add, with straight face from how the male studied the sky, "you're contemplating on whether i should escort you or not, aren't you?" he held a mischievous grin. poking fun at the traveler due to sensing his bewilderment of being lost. it was something fun to snicker at, hilarious even. and so enlil, without any remorse, snickered from behind.
"you know if you just ask, i may be willing to take you where you got to go." enlil knew half the towns nearby and what parts to not go to. to keep his distance, and what paths to steer clear of. right now, his best, and only bet, was to simply ask. enlil wasn't going to just offer himself up for fun. with a cheeky grin, he awaited for the man's beck and call. taunting him with each snicker, "come on, come on, don't be such a coward. there's nothing wrong with asking for help!" enlil taunted.
[attr="class","starrytext"]"let's keep hunting, i wanna enjoy myself some more." enlil stated with his back turned against his companion. except, something was different. his tone sounded slightly different. it wasn't too different, but there was something different. definitely there was something different. he'd begin to casually start walking, no longer running. so, if anything, this was the best time to take a break and talk until they found their next.
enlil would leave the sheath of his broadsword behind. "cain, why'd you participate in this anyway. you don't seem like much of a person who likes to get their hands dirty." it was just a personal analyzation. enlil wasn't a fan of the whole gun ordeal, but you can't choose what magic your born--oh, wait, scratch that. technically he chose his magic and was taught it. actually, you can choose it. so why the hell did he choose guns of all things?
he'd clear his throat from such a thought shocking him. he no longer sympathized. "do you just have a natural affinity for sharpshooting? what's it like to hold one of those?" he asked. keeping his head straightforward. he wondered where cain exactly originated from. what was his whole ordeal, he didn't have the much of a threat to his aura or scent.
[attr="class","starrytext"]"i normally hate working together with people. but you two proved yourselves to be good help." some more than others, but he didn't wanna discourage the poor guy. "clearly we don't have much of an edge on separately, but together..." it'd been awhile since he converged abilities with another individual. actually, it's been years since he's had to do such a thing.
"as much as i hate to do: we're performing a unison raid." of course, it wouldn't be an official ability. it takes great trust and power to perform a proper unison raid. but they didn't have time to talk about their bullshit feelings. "i don't know if you two know what that is or have ever performed it, but it's time to try it out." with uther valeria's bullets coated in Vincent Hext's venom and enlil's wind. this would have to work--maybe?
it was worth a shot.
"alright gentleman, pull out your strongest spells. whatever you did earlier Vincent Hext looked something similar to my roar. i'm going to need you to do it again." enlil was aware that his venomous breath had no effect the first time, but it just needed a little push. "cain, they're about to come. i need you to fire as many bullets as you can. make sure they're aimed directly at the center of the skull or, at least, for the lacrima in their eyes!" turning toward Vincent Hext, he'd say, "i need you to use that spell you did earlier. you're gonna go with me on my mark. try to make your breath as big as possible and strong as hell! use all the magic power you have to build up a nice blast."
back to uther valeria, he'd add, "when you're ready. shoot your bullets into our stream. with my wind it should make your bullets even faster than before and with his venom the point more potent than usual. we'll hold them back and keep them at bay." facing forward, enlil's body began to concentrate magic from within. a light, sky blue colored aura radiated throughout his entire. his hair and clothing shuffling power began to gather. "remember, Vincent Hext together with me!"
and as his magic began to charge. a devilish grin showed his confidence before the FIVE SKELETONS charging toward with a mystifying black aura. "brew within the bowels of heaven, sky dragon's..." performing an enchantment and inhaling deeper than usual, enlil cried "roar!" he released powerful funnel that would hurdle toward the quintuplet. using everything he had, he'd poor more and more energy into his roar like no other. the destructive funnel of wind hoping to decimate some and hold others back.
it was time for their unison to begin. could the other two handle it? would they even do it?
[attr="class","starrytext"]"ah. . ." she started crying. now he felt bad. lowering his head to shy away from the girl he just made sad. he still listened as she spoke. his dad was pretty worried when he didn't return to the forest outside of town. "mm, yeah. he does grow worried when i don't return." enlil stated bashfully. scratching the back of his head, he was a bit taken aback by the question. it almost made him want to stop doing what he did and listen to his father for once.
a surprising laugh was heard from the girl. it was a slight one, but a laugh nonetheless. "oh, you're actually able to laugh!" enlil stated in shock. he chuckled alongside the girl for a brief second. maybe she wasn't all that much of a nagger. "oi..." he responded with furrowed brows, "...the name's en...en..." he couldn't remember the name all too well. it was a name recently given to him so he was still learning. "you can just call me, en!"
a smile as sprite as the sun, free as the wind, and calm as a breeze, would be given. this was the beginning of a relationship that would soon come to an end. but, for the time being, enlil would enjoy every minute of it with nephele remes. though there was a chance he may forget now, he'll remember later. someday, this place wouldn't be the last time they'd see each other.
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[attr="class","ooc"]nephele remes mission: --- notes: you can end it on your post and we can get a present thread going!
[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.
[attr="class","starrytext"]picking a berry from one of the shrubs. enlil hadn't been paying much attention. he was merely eating away at his leisure. he smelled nothing, heard nothing. all in all it was peaceful, but deep down inside it made him annoyed by the fact he had to protect a couple of noblemen. did they truly do anything for this city and its people?
"y'know, i only took this 'cause i thought action would be happening sooner. but, at the moment, it's nothing but a waste of my time." he stated bluntly. a casual tone taken. he'd pluck another berry off of the shrub and continued to eat. "these are actually pretty good!" enlil commented jovially. he devoured another, the corner of his mouth painted with red. "hey, hey, cain. you should come try this!" he beamed with a gleeful smile.
[attr="class","starrytext"]as the basket fell. he stared at the girl for a brief moment, surprised by the words 'mom' and 'dad'. thinking about it. he did have a dad, but he never really paid much attention to his father's words. "nope!" that was an unconscious lie. ociel told him to no longer return to this town and to, also, stop bringing attention to himself.
but that was impossible. this was his home too. even though they treated him like crap. "my dad says that i don't have the tendency to listen. i've never had a mom though!" arms risen over his head. a nonchalant expression was worn, "if i had a mom i think would've been nice to have her nag me like you, scold me doing bad things." eyes darted toward the ground.
the young boy took notice of the potatoes having spilled over. he began to bend down and pick them up one by one, "just because you've never stole doesn't make you a better person, y'know." he spoke upon picking each potato up one by one. "it's not really nice to yell at other people, crap girl." seriously, didn't she have anything else to do besides nag?
"your manners are way worse, too, y'know? i offered you something to eat and i offered you to have some fun, but you turned them down." looking up toward the female, he'd add, "you're a real snooze!" then, he'd add, "do you even have a name crap girl or should i just call you potato girl?" the boy snickered.
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[attr="class","ooc"]nephele remes mission: --- notes: idk what i just wrote, i'm still tired.
[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"]an unenthusiastic expression donned enlil's face. upon arrving he entered the kitchen, ready and prepared to get this out of the way. he had no idea as to why he took this job. just that it caught his attention. he was bored out of his mind though, but beggars can't be choosers; this was the only quest up at the moment upon the bulletin board. a snorefest this was going to be.
once he arrived he'd come to meet another member of his guild: Bellamy Grayberry, another stick in the mud. he was no different from the blondie. what was up with the members of this guild. looking around, he took notice that the manager of the kitchen wasn't here. shame, that meant he'd have to serve them with just two people. "if only i had fire magic." he commented, it sucked that they had to do this all by hand. "let's try our best not to burn this place down, aye cap'n?" he devilishly grinned at his ally. patting his back with a hearty laugh.
"you seem to like taking responsibility, i leave this in your hand." he'd begin to take off the apron and the hairnet. readying to leave. he didn't need the extra hands did he? "you can just do the work for the both of us, right? right?" he snickered.
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[attr="class","ooc"]Bellamy Grayberry mission: ---. mana: 65/100 notes: idk what i wrote.
