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.
Her heart skipped a beat as a stranger came up to offer her a smile. Squeezing her shoulders together, Ishtar spasmed and sent dinner loaves flying all over. A couple stale pieces landed inside the soup, causing it to splash back and splatter. “H-hiiiiiiii!” she cried as the color of her dress changed from white. This couldn’t have been any more embarrassing!
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“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she bowed her head erratically, hair wrapping around her face to hide a look of deep shame. “You even offered to help! I’m so sorry!” she heaved, her frail hands grabbing onto a knife. “LET ME REPENT TO GODDESS REBECCA. IT’S MY FAULT IF THESE PEOPLE STARVE.”
She fiddles her finger and plays with her thumbs—not exactly sure what ‘something helpful’ entails. It really wasn’t much, and there certainly wasn’t any proof of it now, but it was magic, and magic was something to be investigated. “W-well... I’m not sure b-but—” her words were cut off by her partner gesturing towards a dead body.
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Hesitantly, ishtar steps forward and begins inspecting the body. It looked like he was murdered, and judging by the smell it’s been quite some time since then. “How horrible...” her face twisted into a frown as she began flipping through papers. A large wax stamp identified him as a soldier from the kingdom.
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“W-we should head back.“ she murmured. She had heard that the relationship between Valeria and the Red Desert was bad, but she hadn’t known that it had been to this extent. They needed to quickly report this soldier’s passing and collect their reward. “He’s been dead for so long. We should go back and pray for his passing. If we go any further, who knows what’ll happen to us.”
She hadn’t stopped crying. In fact, Ishtar was about to start crying even more. Starring at those toddler-sized vegetables with half human faces... there was something unnerving about the way that they moved. Rooted into the earth, they bobbed their heads as if they were alive. Vegetables weren’t supposed to be alive. ”It’s gross...” she muttered, pulling her twitching lip down into a frown.
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”We-we should get rid of them and keep moving. At the end of the day, they’re both monsters...” she explained level-headed. Whipping her head forward, the silver locks draping her back turned into a pair of sterling-edged scissors. Though the Rebecca’s Church often taught lessons of justice and morals, beasts were still nothing more than large pests. Casting Angora scissors, her hair snapped towards one of the carrot beasts aiming to cut it in half. Though she was thankful they hadn’t run into anything huge, the faster she could get out the forest the better.
”Hya!” she whipped around, her hair flying like whips and daggers. Grabbed suddenly from behind, Ishtar’s instinctive reaction was to strike first and ask questions later. Eyes blinking wide open, she grabbed the hand clasping her wrist and screamed, “I’m sorry!” Two magical tendrils shot in front of her violent, striking against her attacker and turning him back into dust.
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Clutching her wrist, she started the breath heavy. “W-what was that...?” she murmured. Falling to the ground, she inspected the ground in front of her. It was... just sand? The golden grains slipped through her fingers and were blown away like the other remains of the desert.
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Realization dawned on her slowly as she sat up right. “I should tell the other mage!” Scrambling towards the tents, she whipped the doors wide open. “I-I found something outside...! It was... it wasn’t h-human!”
Ishtar had hardly moved, but she was feeling debilitated. Dragged along by the brunette boy, she barely kept up with his pace and conversation. “W-well uhm!” she stuttered out, stiffly maneuvering over roots and flowers. Growing up she was hardly outdoors, and living as a vagrant it was rare for her to partner up with others.
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The path she was led towards was picturesque; lined with meadow grass and fresh flowers. It was a peaceful scene, hardly fit for a hunt. Reaching two fingers up to pinch her cheeks, as her nerves began calming, she noticed something was wrong. There was... a buzzing? A chatter? Blinking twice she paused in place and looked around. The sound was incessant. [break][break] "Wait. Do you hear that?"
“’I’M SORRY! I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING!” she cried, thinking that the trees had started speaking to her. Furiously rowing the boat with her hair paddles, she turned herself in circles and floundered about. Even nature itself was laughing at her. In her embarrassment, she hadn’t even realized that the voice was coming from a young jungle boy even smaller than herself. [break][break]
Only as the boy dove down from the trees to save her, did the realization don on her that in this forest there was someone else. The shock and shame of being ridiculed and subsequently saved by a child was even more crippling than being laughed at by the goddess Rebecca herself. She turned bright red, and her hair exploded into a frazzled mess. Giant tears leaked out her eyes as she stared towards the sky in disbelief. [break][break]
“G-goddess Rebecca... you’ve truly abandoned me....” she muttered.
”Wuuuuuuu...” her ghastly howls were lost in the wind, buried beneath the whip of wind and sand. Supporting herself with two braids of hair strengthened like pikes, she dragged her feet through the red desert a second time. These missions paid well, but suffering through the scorching sun was causing her to burn out. She sniffled slightly, stifling her tears as she came towards the meeting place for this time.
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“Hm?” her eyes traced upwards at the sight of two sturdy steeds, their manes notably shiny and clean. These kind of horses were clearly owned by nobles. Their thick legs and glossy eyes were proof that they were a superior breed. Was this the wrong place? There’s no way that an average mage could afford a steed like this. Tilting her head, her eyes slowly gazed towards the soldier holding their reins.
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Her heart dropped.
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“A-a kingdom mage?!” she gasps, eyes wide like saucers. She didn’t know that kingdom mages were taking this request! Panicking, she flittered about trying to figure out what to do with her hands. A street urchin like her had no business on this mission if there were going to be kingdom mages! They were the elites of the elites! The cream of the crop! This whole situation was—she wanted to die.
She was almost sure that she was going to die of embarrassment. Almost but not quite. Following behind her mission partner, she twiddled her thumbs nervously as they advanced into the dessert. The sun, hot and flaming, sat high above them, beating down mercilessly on her pale white face. Adjusting the angle of her hair-isole, she attempted to shade the other mage some too.
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“S=sorry! I thought it might be hot! Because it’s noon! N-noon is hot!” she chirped incessantly. Hazarding her magic, a little bit further, her hair also served as a barrier for the moderate wind. Scratching her cheek, she quietly panicked under her breath. Hopefully he didn’t think her using her magic like this was too weird.
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Pushing forward, she swallowed. “S-so. Which way do you think we should go?” Pointing around the randomly, her fingers stopped in every direction.
Soup splattered and spilled as the young mage struggled to serve the starving. Teeth chattering, she sniffled and sobbed as the line-up in front of her started winding out the building. Hunger stricken; the crowd was starting to grow restless. Their words, though buried beneath whispers and eating, were like hexes and curses, leaving the rogue anxious and on edge.
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“I’M SO SORRY!” She panicked, bowing her head profusely as she spilled more and more of the crimson red borscht. The parents and children around her looked at her with pity, despite the growling in their stomachs. A kitchen staff hazard a pat on her shoulder, as she continued to flip flop about. This mission was a disaster and she had no way out!
Her hair extended above her like parasol, shielding her from the morning light. Clutching her linen dress, she nervously gnawed at her lips until her ivory skin turned deep pink. Her eyes were swimming, wrung with distraught, as she tiptoed her way towards a bench. Carefully repeating words to herself, she looked like an anxious mess.
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“Hi my name is Ishtar; I’ll be your partner for this request. Hi my name is Ishtar; I’ll be your partner for this request. Hi my name is--”
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Murmuring the introduction to herself like a chant, she hardly noticed the man smiling at herself. She bit her tongue, and blood spurted out her mouth. She started up at him with a blank expression.
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“Hi my Ishtar name is partner for this request.” The words left her in a high pitched whistle. A tumbleweed blew by. “Yeah. Okay. We go now.”
Tear tracks stained her face as she found herself floating down the lazy river. Her hair, a silver sheet of spun silk and angora, curved beneath her forming a half-moon crescent. Imbued with magical properties, it served as her boat and her rows, keeping her dry. A ghastly howl escaped her, as her eyes darted around her surroundings in a hushed flurry. Thick trees ripe with lang berries lined her field of vision, blinding her from point A to point B.
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“I’m lost...”
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Weakly mewing, she hugged her knees to her chest and sobbed. She was just trying to make her way to the Water Dragon Festival, so how had she ended up here. Grinding her thumb between sharp teeth, she let out another exasperated sound. “How do I even get out of this river?! I can’t swim!”
NAME: angora: shell [break] SPELL TYPE: defensive [break] CLASS: D-class [break] DESCRIPTION: hair grows into a protective shell around her, capable of absorbing most liquids and defending against 1 D-class spell. the shell cannot absorb alcohol, as it would be damaging to her hair. [break][break]
NAME: angora: whip [break] SPELL TYPE: offensive [break] CLASS: D-class [break] DESCRIPTION: hair splits into several whip like sections, capable of reaching up to 15 feet. [break][break]
NAME: angora: scissors [break] SPELL TYPE: offensive [break] CLASS: D-class [break] DESCRIPTION: hair elongates into a pair of giant scissors, capable of reaching up to 30 feet. [break][break]
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