Medieval Fantasy Clothing の小説・ストーリー

Dante ridiculed and unleashed the first blow of the match. "BANG!" Reality got twisted to entertain the advent of this epic change. All colors recede from view until only the showering meld of chaos was introduced to every direction. After half a breath, a lone man was seen standing on the hallowed embrace of the void. He was wearing a wizard garment yet the elegance from the colorful attire would leave every seeker of treasures dumbfounded by its precious pieces. A sacred dragon's skin, an eternal phoenix’s priceless feathers, and every sort of rare commodity was adorned upon select parts of the man's wizard robes.

She smirked, “Now suit yourself. We’ll immediately leave here. If you want to rest, then we’ll go to the Golden Palace.” He was hesitant as he stared at the satchel in his hand. His mind debated whether he should obey or run for his life. “You’re testing my patience. Do you want me to use magic for you to change clothes?” She threatened him again. “All right!” He hurriedly went inside the hut. He changed his clothes in silence. Even his mind resisted Winzi’s order. The clothes were horrible for his taste. It looked like he would attend a costume party. He wore brown pants paired with black leather boots, his shirt made of a white tunic, and a gold waistcoat adorned with small white diamonds.

Rolling the cuffs up his forearms as Elengard appeared in the doorway. When he turned, Elsabet caught the way the shirt moved aside, revealing the deep gold of his skin, which always seemed to shine like dragon scales. The shirt hinted at his rippled abdomen and taut chest beneath the few buttons. His breeches were designed with straps clasped up over his shoulders to go under an overcoat. Black boots shined in the light of the flames. That same gold and silver pendant hung at the crux of his chest. Depicting what he was. Something she’d have clearly realized, if she hadn’t been in such a hurry to get the job done and back to her valkyrie tree.

They carried more clothes than normal and a brass tub was brought in. Mare frowned and looked up to find Vallezarii already dressed but in place of his royal robes was a tunic tucked into loose breeches and belted at the waist with his sword hooked to the belt. Over his tunic was leather armor laced at the sides but not tight enough to hide his protruding midsection. He wore the emblem of the royal house and a smaller crown on his head. “Dress her and bring her down at once. There is no time for delay.”

I pick up a padded cream shirt, a pair of brown trousers, a chainmail shirt and a brown leather armoured vest and belt. 'These must be for you,' I say to Magnus. He takes them from my hands and nods in approval. Next, I pick up a black linen tunic with silver embroidery along the collar, a pair of black trousers, and a long gambeson coat lined with matching silver embroidery. As I hand them to Alec, I spot a leather baldric falling from the clothes pile. I pick it up and pass it to Alec. 'These are very fine clothing,' Alec says. 'How do I look?' Magnus asks. I turn around to see he has already changed into his new clothes. 'I'm getting some Robin Hood vibes from you,' I giggle.

Ian saw enough of the first dragon shifter’s appearance he understood they were old and formal. First, they wore a modern take on medieval clothing. They looked like they were part of a Viking documentary. Tunics, pants, and boots. The women wore simple dresses that ended just past the knee. In place of winter jackets, they wore a heavy type of cloak. Ian realized the packages they carried were the cloaks wrapped around their clothing. He left the scene. Ian wondered how many generations of dragons flew that same way?

Sometimes, I felt like I was drowning in their expectations and demands. I stood before my mirror, adjusting the collar of my royal attire. The deep navy blue tunic, adorned with gold embroidery and detailed trimmings, was a sight to behold. The intricate designs had been carefully crafted by our best weavers, and the gold thread used to create them shone brilliantly in the light. The tunic was complimented by matching pants that hugged my legs and black boots that shone like polished ebony.

As Roland galloped through the streets, his elegant linen garments billowed in the breeze, offering glimpses of the sturdy chainmail and armour concealed beneath. The sight of the armour caused the citizens to widen their eyes in recognition. It was clear that Roland's attire was of the highest quality. Their assumptions were spot-on. For this particular outing, I had equipped Roland with Grade III magic chainmail and armour, meticulously refined by the system. His attire was tailor-made to complement his class as a Demonic Monk, ensuring unrestricted movement and durability in battle. "Did you see that guy? There's something about him that's just captivating. It's like my eyes are fixated o

After three seconds, my right hand accompanied victory. "Thank you for the warm welcome, Sire." I reached out my right hand to his already stretched arms as he tried to lift me up the few high steps in front of me, pathetically trying to keep my smile as real as possible. And my left hand adjusting the disturbing dress I was ordered to wear. Royalty gowns like these types would never speak the same language. From the undertunic Kedar called a chemise, that was made of linen, to the anke-to-floor length embellished kirtle I had to wear over the chemise, and those wide and hanging sleeves that looked like an angel sleeve. The dressing overall was just never me. As if to make things worst, Keda

Small blue stones accent the krúna upon her head. Today she wears a deep blue gown made from fabric richly woven with silver embroidery along the neckline, bodice, sleeves, and hem in elaborate interlocking serpentine patterns. Beneath this is a pale linen underdress with wide sleeves decorated with fine hints of silver woven into the borders. A heavy dark blue cloak lined with thick fur falls from her shoulders; its edges embroidered in similar trim as her dress. Matching silver brooches with chains secure the cloak.