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.
”Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Was the casual remark tossed over his shoulder as he bolted off toward the swarm of undead that were rushing toward the source of the sound. It didn’t take long for him to reach the front of the pack with his enhanced speed. Once in range he would swing his large blade in a horizontal arc, cleaving through one of the shambling corpses.[break][break]
The first skeleton he connected with would be severed at the spine, it’s frail body collapsing into a useless pile of bones. His blade would continue to travel, his blade sinking into the rotten flesh of the one beside it. The creature let out a ghastly wail as it’s decaying fingers wrapped around the blade and attempted to pull it’s wielder in.
”Awfully confident for a festering pile of flesh, aren’t you?” As he spoke Romilda would raise one of his enhanced legs, giving the creature a violent kick that would send it flying back into the monsters behind it. With his blade freed he would kick off the ground, propelling him through the air until he came skidding to a stop about ten feet back. ”If only we could cut our way through this mess and find the mage responsible for summoning these foul beings.”
ITEM: Blades of Judgement CLASS: Magical Weapon DESCRIPTION: At rest this weapon appears to be nothing but a pair of metal bracers worn around the user's forearms. However, upon having magical energy channeled into them they each manifest a two foot long curved blade from their sides. The blades are quite sharp and sturdy, but not any more so than a typical weapon. Once extended they remain so until the user dispells their energy from it, causing them to quickly retract back into the bracers. TOTAL: 100 precious jewels
"I would rather you cease with the needless bristling. It's quite draining." He shook his head, a hand moving to wipe the sweat from his brow. With how hot he was without anything adding his own body's warmth to the equation he was absolutely baffled that the girl had managed to go this long without passing out. If this kept up he was going to have to carry her to safety before they even completed their objective. Though he would probably still get just as much conversation out of her in such a state.[break][break]
Romilda would instead choose to distract himself by focusing on the shape in the distance. His eyes narrowed into a squint as his hand moved to shade his eyes from the harsh sunlight. It was difficult to tell what it was from the distance, but whatever it was it was definitely worth invesigating. This proved to be more true than he realized, as when he looked at the dunes there seemed to be no trace of movement for some time. The dunes were perfectly smooth, undisturbed by anything but the wind for who knows how long. Granted he was no expert on desert tracking, but this at least proved to offer a bit of hope.[break][break]
"This is it. I think we're on to something, Rem." A calm excitement would enter into his voice as he regained his previous slight smile, his fingers flexing in anticipation as they drew nearer. He would pause to examine the structure, a thick finger moving to wrap around his chiseled chin as he took in the delicate handiwork that made up it's form. It was a work of art, really. Something he wished he could take back home with him. Surely this was something that the kingdom would be interested in.[break][break]
Romilda would look over to Rem as she taunted him, his brows raising as his smile turned to a confident smirk. "Really? Resorting to mockery already? I'm going to have to teach you how to properly communicate during the trip back." His head tilted upward slightly as he spoke, his gaze traveling down his nose at the cloaked female. "Come on now. You're in charge of watching our backs." Without hesitation Romi would move to make his way down the stairs, his smooth confident movements masking the rapid beating of his heart as he stepped down. He already had a sneaking suspicion of what was lurking in this strange structure, but with any luck he would be wrong.
The unnatural swelling of the man's muscles would fade as the woman revealed herself, his arms returning to their usual level of definition. His posture would relax as well, his arms dropping down to his sides as he quickly looked her over. She wasn't taking any manner of threatening stance, which supported the idea that she was another mage seeking the prize promised for this little hunt that had been arranged. His head tilted upward as the words hummed past her lips, his brows raising slightly. Handsome? A pleased and proud smile graced his face as a hand moved to rest on his hip.[break][break]
"Hello yourself, beautiful. I must say it's truly a pleasure to meet a woman of good taste." As he spoke he would shake his head back and forth, causing his hair to lift and drift through the humid air before loosely falling back onto his shoulders. He would move to step forward to meet her advance, a hint of tension entering his smile as a soft breath escaped his nostrils. "You don't? How disappointing." His sharp eyes would meet hers, his head tilting slightly to one side. "What you interpreted as fear was merely anticipation and excitement for a prospective challenge. But you-"
His words were cut off by another individual that was attracted by his masculine battle cry. This one's words were far less appealing than the mysterious woman's audible appreciation for his flawless form. Lids would drop to narrow Romilda's gaze at Bellamy, the smile immediately vanishing from his lips. "I heard no such thing, stranger. Must have been the wind playing tricks on you." The previous joy and playfulness left his voice as he addressed the man, his words sounding much more stern as a hand moved to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.[break][break]
Still, fate had brought this group together. Perhaps they would be the key to claiming victory in the challenge that was posed. His attention would turn to the split path that was laid out before them, his brows furrowing as he gave each one a brief scan. "I assume you two are both mages seeking victory in this challenge, yes?" He would pause to turn back toward the other two, his expression relaxing to a middle ground between his pleased smile and previous seriousness. "Come, let us work together. No use wasting time talking while countless other mages continue their hunt."
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!”
A thick finger curled around his chiseled chin as Romilda watched ‘Cain’ with a curious look in his eye. Spatial magic, even in its most basic forms, were impressive. He had seen it first hand countless times growing up around powerful mages. He nods slowly as the weapon forms in the other man’s hands, a soft chuckle slipping through his lips as he went through his clearly practiced motions.[break][break]
”Interesting.” He wasn’t quite sure how useful his magic would be if this guy was planning on engaging with ranged weaponry. But with such a versatile style of magic it would be wrong to assume that he didn’t have a few tricks up his sleeves. Brows rose as his name was called, a hint of amusement entering his smile as he shook his head. ”Already calling me Romi? You certainly move fast, don’t you?”[break][break]
A strong hand would come to rest on Uther’s shoulder, thick fingers giving it a firm squeeze as he moved to walk past the gun toting mage. ”I’m plenty ready. Let’s get to work.” As he spoke he would reach back to draw the hefty blade from his back. A normal man would struggle to even swing such a weapon, but Romilda seemed to wield it with relative ease.[break][break]
The moment the shot was fired the larger mage would start to cautiously move forward, readying himself for the undead hordes to rush toward the source of the noise. Of course it wouldn’t take long for them to start rushing toward their location. ”Here they come!” Romilda turned to look over his shoulder toward his partner, his mouth opening wide to let out a fierce shot. ”WITNESS MY HEAVENLY SPEED!”[break][break]
As he shouted Uther would start to feel a newfound strength in his legs and core muscles, as if a significant layer of muscle had suddenly formed under his skin. Romilda would feel the same effects, though his long robe would hide the bulging leg muscles. His eyes would turn forward once more as he sprinted forward at a stunning speed, moving to meet the approaching forces head on with blade in hand.
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Never skip leg day[break] Casted Olympian Speed on Uther and Himself. (90/100)
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.
It was a shame that he seemed to find himself on what would surely be a long and difficult journey with a woman who didn’t seem to have the social awareness to properly introduce herself. Or perhaps she was simply so uncomfortable in the presence of his beauty that she had to be careful to control herself. As much as he would have liked to believe that latter theory it would be unceremoniously put to death as their trek went on.[break][break]
His smile would fade, sharp eyes glancing over to his cloaked companion as his lips pressed themselves into a flat line. ”It’s important because we are on official business for the Kingdom. Have you already forgotten why we’re here?” As he spoke he would reach into his satchel, pulling out a sizable canteen. ”Honestly, you need to relax. It will make this mission go so much more smoothly if you do.” The liquid contents sloshed around inside the container as he unscrewed the cap and brought it to his lips, taking a few gulps of the now warm water.[break][break]
From looking at him it would seem the giant of a man was unaffected by the blazing sun beating down on him. But in truth he could practically feel the sweat sizzling off his body as it formed on his skin. It was positively dreadful, but he couldn’t let it slow him down. His steps would stop alongside Nephele’s, his own smokey eyes scanning the horizon in search of any sign of...anything, really.[break][break]
Luckily it seemed that his partner was quite perceptive. ”Lead the way.” He would follow closely behind the raven haired woman, his eyes locked onto that likely sweaty cloak she refused to remove. ”You really ought to take that thing off. Just looking at you is making me even hotter.”
The woman’s lack of a reaction to his impressive presence was...curious. A hint of tension would enter his smile as he rose a hand and took a step back, his head tilting as lids lowered to slightly narrow his sharp eyes. Normally people had some sort of response to his form, whether it be awe, embarrassment, interest or what have you. But this one seemed to be unresponsive. But why?[break][break]
Luckily it seemed he would have an opportunity to find out. ”Hold you back?” He would scoff at her remark, the slight edge to his smile growing stronger as he shrugged it off.. ”I’ll just assume that the heat of the sun has impacted your perception. I assure you that I will do no such thing.”[break][break]
He rolled his shoulders, adjusting the leather straps of both his satchel and the broad bladed greatsword that were slung over his shoulders. They would each get their chance to prove themselves during this journey, he was certain. No use getting hung up on such an inaccurate concern. ”Let us not waste any more time. Would you like to lead the way miss…” He would gesture toward the open wasteland as he trailed off, his gaze remaining locked on Nephele as he waited for her to fill in the blank.
Smokey eyes would lock onto an individual that would have escaped his notice had he not offered a greeting. He was a strapping young man with nice features, but was lacking in a certain something to help him stand out from the crowd. Not that Romilda would hold that against him. Very few individuals were blessed with his unique charms that were so easily identified from miles away.[break][break]
”Yes, I believe I am.” A hand gripped the strip of leather that fastened his broad bladed greatsword to his back as he stepped forward to meet his partner for the mission. He was always curious to learn what tricks his fellow mages had up their sleeves, a certain eagerness threatening to bubble through his calm presence as he looked the young man over.[break][break]
Head would bow slightly in greeting, Romilda’s hands moving to rest on his hips as he straightened himself back up. ”Romilda DePalo, at your service. I look forward to cleaving through the hordes of undead at your side. Shall we?” With a small gesture toward the path he would start making his way toward their destination. It wouldn’t be too long before they reached their destination, likely just enough time to get an answer to the question that plagued him so. ”So tell me about yourself Cain. What sort of spells do you bring to the table?”
Brows rose as his royal companion would turn away from his suggestion, the parasol they wielded obscuring the larger man’s view of his features. Not that it took a genius to know how he was reacting to the show being put on before him. Romilda had many people react in such a way to the sudden reveal of his perfect form, though they claimed to have different reasons. Whatever the case he was always confident that they were simply doing the only thing they could think of to avoid overindulging on his beauty.[break][break]
His confident smile would relax into calmness, a large hand moving to grasp the leather strip that made up the strap of his sheath. He always hated lugging this broad bladed greatsword around, the simple weapon clashing with the form of beauty and grace that he worked so hard to project. Perhaps he should consider investing in a more fitting weapon going forward. But maybe that was unnecessary, as it seemed that even with this tool weighing him down he had managed to make a good impression on the royal mage.[break][break]
”It does, doesn’t it? Still, such praise means much coming from lips such as yours. Now I must do everything in my power to ensure it remains in pristine condition.” A hand moved to flick a loose strand of hair in a bit of flourish only for the gesture to catch nothing but the air. Curse this headwrap and the desert that forced him to wear it. Luckily he was feeling far too confident for a minor slip to make him falter, a hand moving to rest on his hip while the other gestured toward the expanse ahead. ”Come then, Your Highness. Let us be off.”
A slight movement in the distance managed to catch the corner of the nearly nude man, prompting him to immediately snap to look in its direction. Smokey eyes would catch sight of what appeared to be an individual in a red cloak that was looking in his direction. But then they would look away. But THEN they would, as many people simply could not resist doing, look back once again. To be expected, really. Not many people could fully absorb the splendor of his body from only a single glance.[break][break]
Romilda would waste no time in approaching the woman, his gait comparable to that of a highly confident power walker as he hastily made his way over to her. It was clear that she was trying to avoid him, which was also to be expected. His form was an intimidating one, and she likely viewed herself as unworthy of being in its presence. ”Greetings, stranger!” His voice bellowed through the empty terrain as he closed the gap, a hand raising to capture her attention once more.[break][break]
He wasn’t quite sure why she was dressed so heavily for a trip across the desert, but he could at the very least assume she had some sort of magical reason for doing so. Which would have to mean… ”Are you perhaps a fellow mage who has taken the task to scout out these deserts? If so I would suggest a partnership.” No time would be wasted as he made his point, his calm and confident tone effortlessly stringing his words together. ”Romilda DePalo, at your service.” Romi would place a hand on his chest as he bent at the waist, offering Nephele a respectful bow as if he were dressed in the attire of a noble rather than...almost nothing at all.
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
The mission put before the hulking mage was a simple yet daunting task. One that he could probably handle on his own so long as he was careful. All he had to do was walk in, knock together some undead shambles and head back to town for a nice reward. At the same time it seemed that their numbers were growing quickly, which meant that there was no telling how many would have been there when he arrived. All it would take was one misstep and he could find himself swarmed by the monsters. Which would be bad, even for a powerful man such as himself.[break][break]
If he had his way they would’ve been carving a path through the hordes of undead to find the person summoning them and put an end to them to put this whole problem to rest. But that wasn’t the job he was assigned, so his hands were tied for the moment. The last thing he wanted to do at this point was upset the people providing him with work, especially since they were kind enough to actually pair him up with another guildless mage! It seemed like that was a rarity, so the least he could do was follow their instructions.[break][break]
Romilda stood on the outskirts of the city where he had arranged through their employer to meet his new partner. A large hand ran through his thick hair, ensuring everything was in place as he ensured that he would be presentable at this pivotal moment. No matter who this mystery mage was, it was important that good first impressions were made. He took a moment to straighten out the long flowing robe that covered his body, his lips curling into a pleased smile as everything seemed to be in place. Now all he had to do was wait for this individual so they could take the short trip to the ridge
There was something...invigorating about exploring the desert. It wasn't the sights, sounds or smells, but rather the temperature that attracted the muscular mage. The extreme temperatures served as an excellent excuse to shed his attire in favor of his preferred style of dress. Romilda stood on the cusp of the sandy desert, the heat of the area beating down on his exposed skin. The man wore nothing but a few straps of black cloth wrapped around his shoulders, a pair of tight undergarments and a surprisingly well pressed loincloth that hung over his groin. It was a shame that he had to keep his hair bundled up in a head wrap, but having his gorgeous main draped down his back was only going to make things hotter. And not just in it’s usual manner.[break][break]
Droplets of sweat were already starting to drip down the man's form as he arched his back and extended his arms, a soft sigh of satisfaction passing his lips as he stretched in preparation for the journey ahead. Romi waited patiently as he stared out at the horizon, his hand resting on the satchel of supplies that hung from his shoulder. It would have been nice to arrive at his destination with a planned partner, but unfortunately that wasn't something a rogue mage could always depend on. Even though he officially accepted the job it wasn't as if there was some organization that truly cared if he made it back or not. As far as they were concerned he would either return with useful information or die alone in the sand and make room for the 'real mages'.[break][break]
But Romilda wasn't about to let that bother him. For now he was content to lie in wait for the first mage to come along the trail. A job like this wasn't one that was likely to be ignored, and since the reward was on an individual basis he doubted anyone would be opposed to some friendly help in getting the job done. After all, it was so obvious that he was a formidable individual. Not only was he a perfect human specimen, he also was blessed with a face that even the gods would envy. Who in their right mind would turn down a chance to travel with such an individual?
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A trip through the desert with a half naked bodybuilder
