Medieval Fantasy Clothing の小説・ストーリー

he simply threw to them, immediately diving inside. A slight twilight reigned in the tent, scattered by the faded light of a dozen candles. Slightly squinting, Allvin made out the outlines of an elegant chair with carved armrests and legs covered with a thick layer of gilding, a little to the side - a large oak table, on which dozens of documents, including scrolls with very rare spells, instruments for laboratory experiments, were simultaneously managed, jewelry and someone's clothes, thrown off as if in a hurry. A couple of fairies were kneeling in front of the chair. A young man with neat pointed ears, long blond curls streaming down his back to the very ground, was dressed in bright cere

"Mesehlim atu, Rahi. Aida taw-ed mer kaasi asshik mek'nar aiti." "May moon bless you as well, Rahi. Forgive my brazen tongue." He sat on the chair laguidly. His legs were widespread, and arms were rested firmly on the sides of his wooden carved chair. He claims his place as if it was rightfully his, dominating every space and almost sneering to those who stands before his equally brutal eyes. He wore nothing to cover his chest, exposing the markings by the ink. The wooven fabric of his breeches in patterns of red and brown was tightly tied below his abdomen extending below his knees. He wore a belt of golden chains and a skirt of plain wool. His garments were far from modest compared to the

After he left Liam followed suit and flashed out of the castle to meet up with Ben. They won't follow the ladies but would likely keep track of them. To relay the final outcome of today exploration to their king. ******* "Is this clothes comfortable, I can help you with outing clothes" Rosie said to Andrea who was wearing assassin all black that looks similar to yesterday's outfits. Just that they are chains that beautifully designed the trousers she was wearing, the clothes was called body hug black outfits. The royals has separate outing clothes, if they want to have a view outside the castle, all clothes has the symbol of the devon.

A corner desk had new parchment along with magic quills, and shelves were lined high with ancient, blank tomes to be inscribed. My closet creaked as it swung open, showing the uniforms in my size: the silver-buttoned, black-coated uniforms, blouses, and cloaks in plain black trim. When I touched one of the cloaks, the lining of it came to life in red and gold threads, and the picture of the broken crown was for one moment before it disappeared.

- the knight heard Tristan’s relieved cry. Grinning, Felix turned to his friend and asked: - Since when do you praise the goddess... - and stopped mid-sentence, seeing the lord. Tristan was dressed in a tight-fitting suit made of snow-white fabric, edged with a silver border that sparkled brightly in the sunlight. On top of the camisole, light silver armor lay harmoniously, like the scales of a dragon. The bracers and shoulder pads were decorated with a similar pattern, and on the breastplate, complex interweaving lines converged into a crescent pattern, decorated with a beige and blue moonstone. The belt with an attached white elegant scabbard was also silver in color with a white crescent-

The green clothes should have withered in time, seeing as it was exposed for a long period, but the clothes on this specific skeleton showed otherwise. The clothes looked bright as though they were only worn yesterday. Stretching out a hand and touching the hem of the clothes, Fane rubbed on the fabric and noticed that the clothes were made of good quality. Moreover, the outer shirt was not made of ordinary materials at all, seeing as numerous rune spells Fane could not understand were engraved into the shirt. It might just be a great magic of sorts that shielded the clothes from being ruined by fire and water, however. The clothes might even help resist certain attacks.

"This catches on everything. What if I need to run? What if someone attacks? What if I have to climb a wall?" Lucian blinked repeatedly. "A wall? A warrior? "Yes." Kaelara nodded, not understanding their confused expressions. "Fight? In a dress?" Aurelia asked again, completely not getting her point. "Fight in a dress? Of course, I wouldn't. So I need proper clothing." Kaelara said with a slight frown. The three men simply stared at her. Every noblewoman in the kingdom begged for silk, jewels, flowing gowns, and gold embroidery.

Who the hell are these people? What are they doing in her room? She wanted to yell at them for trespassing but their dressing attire caught her off guard, making her eyes go wide in shock. What are they wearing? From the looks of the fabrics and style, she can tell they’re some medieval period designs but why did they dress like Eleanor of Aquitaine? Before she can open her mouth, a handsome young man dressed in silk royal clothes came to her side and sat beside her on bed, concern written all over his face as he held her hand and placed his other hand on her head.

They claim I can’t get pregnant if they have sex but I’m not taking the risk. “Ready?” Austra smiles at me. I absentmindedly stoke the heavy red velvet robe that she hangs over my shoulders. The trim is made of the fur of rabbits that Gunther and Aminta hunted together. The chain which prevents my robe from falling off of my shoulders is fastened to the robe with two dragon scales. Showing my royal dragon lineage of reminding every queen after me that we have ties to the dragons. My gown is a floor length tight deep navy blue satin with a black lace overlay. The split is thigh high and the neckline shows a generous amount of cleavage. Zared is wearing a suit with a tailcoat in the same navy

The only other things in the trunk were the full chainmail armour, an elaborate waist belt, a leather pouch, a set of tubular bells and cloak with the coat of arms of the Zumerongs which was a magnificent and ferocious griffin, standing tall and proud, embroidered with threads of gold, silver and copper; the image was so life like and imposing that just a glance at the magnificent image commanded respect. Jerome’s hands passed through the items, his hands lingering on the coat of arms on the robe; something flashed past his eyes, but it was too quick for him to grasp. He moved his head to one side in a jolt-like motion, in an involuntary effort to catch the image however he was unsuccessful.