روايات وقصص ضمن Medieval Renaissance Outfits Male

What's more, the clothes Lilith usually wore were clearly of Chinese origin while the official clothes he wore gave a French or English noble feel. This also reflected on the style of clothes the commoners were currently wearing. If he had to give an example, the majority seemed to follow the style of worn during the renaissance meanwhile he would see some of them wearing a leather mini skirt and shirt. It was honestly very confusing. But it wasn't really something he could ask. Since it seemed to be the common sense of this world. "Here! Hot and delicious. The chef even added an extra service for the couple. I hope you will like it."

I told him and then he bowed in front of me and left the hall. The next morning, I felt a little tired as the servants readied my clothes. I hadn't had an hour of sleep but I needed to be in a ceremony. The servants all helped me to wear them. I was inside an iron breastplate. It was a medieval design for werewolves for the era of war in Europe. The iron body-hugging attire was delicately designed for me, the Alpha King. It was colored in gold and radiated an eminent aura that screamed authority. Beta Iñigo came inside the dressing room after he was announced to be present. He was bowing before me with his steadfast face. "My King, the Iotas are readying near the borderline. We are now waiti

As expected the room was filled with nobles, women were seen colourful decorative dresses while some donned a range of jewellery that lit up thanks to the lights of the room. Each noblewoman no matter of size and age had appeared more eye-catching than the last according to the males in the room as they greeted the other. Meanwhile men wore either thin armour under their slacks and shirts or just casual black jackets over white shirts and slacks in order to impress those around them. King Uther as expected to the public, wore thin light armour over his robes while taking a seat at the king’s chair. Watching with what appeared to be a content expression.

His gaunt face was pale and drawn, but his grey eyes still burned with a sharp, arrogant hatred as Julian and I walked down the central aisle toward the claimant's dais. The hall went dead silent as we took our positions. Julian stood like a dark titan beside me, his hand resting casually on the pommel of his broadsword, his midnight-blue mantle draping over his massive shoulders. I stood directly beside him, dressed in a tailored, forest-green leather tunic embroidered with silver thread, black riding trousers, and my polished iron breastplate. My dark hair was braided back tightly in the northern war style, exposing my jawline and the silver wolf crest pinned over my heart.

His hair was combed and styled perfectly, every strand falling into place with effortless elegance. The black royal cloak with its intricate golden embroidery hugged his broad shoulders, the black waistcoat beneath it accentuating his strong frame, and the deep blue shirt peeked out at the collar, adding a touch of rich color that made his red eyes stand out even more. He looked breathtaking, like a prince stepped out of an ancient legend.

Alaric. In his brilliant pageantry of black and gold, he stood, draped in ceremonial black and gold, his body glistening under the torchlight. A long crimson sash was tied around his waist, the same color that marked his rank and rite. His sleeves were taken off showing his chiseled arms that were painted ceremonially-bearing images of his former conquests and to which the royal family belonged. When he jumped off the brass ring onto the stone ring, there was silence over the audience.

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.

The person who enters next is almost unrecognizable to me. It’s Zen. It’s undoubtedly him. Yet, it’s a side of him I’ve never seen before. Dressed in black, he immediately stands out in the brightness around him. He’s wearing a knee length coat of brocade, silver braids and tassels looped over one of the shoulders. Silver embroidery decorates the sleeves, and silver button spark bright on the black material. He’s wearing a waistcoat under, similarly embroidered. At his hip is a belt with an ornately carved buckle. I spot the smooth hilt of his broad sword, in a scabbard that might fool someone into thinking the sword is for decoration, when it’s anything but. He’s wearing military attire. Th

My eyes drifted down to my tormenting arms, and then I saw that I was no longer wearing modern clothes, but instead, it was suppressed by a navy blue ruffled puffy medieval dress. Trains of thoughts began to flock on my mind as I reckoned what had happened and discerned where I was. I took all the remaining strength I had in my body and gave it my best shot to detach the chain that's forbidding me to leave when a man who was tall, masculine, and a god-like figure in my peripheral vision appeared. Gradually, I upraised my gaze and saw the man I had caught now standing across me whilst wearing an all-black outfit as if he had been diverted in the 1600s.

These people looked like hunters that he had seen in movies about fantasy or the past medieval age. Other than the group, there were also several other people coming out of the place wearing different kinds of outfit. But Jai noticed one thing that’s similar from all of them: Their clothes are similar in either looking like furry animal skins or animal hide, plates, one of them even wore a cuirass, and iron boots. He also noticed that most of them were bringing weapons on different parts of their body. ‘I’ve seen adventurers or fantastical hunters in movies… I imagined those were what hunters would actually wear in the past. But seeing people actually wear them for a real, fighting purposes