Osrs Blue Wizard Robe Novels & Stories

The morning was there before they knew it. Chad dressed in the mercenary robes that the Guard had presented them with, a splendidly tailored outer robe of the darkest brocade. Sky’s robe was no inferior: he wore a suit of dark blue, looking just as magnificent. Compared to the farmhand he was before, he appeared to shine.

The other immediately nodded before politely leading the way to the main hall. And they merely left for a minute when a figure clad in light blue robes and black inner robes embroidered with golden snowflakes descended from the stairs followed by a man wearing a full leather armor draped with the same light blue robes similar to the color of the frozen river around the Fressia Kingdom.

Alexa replied with a smile and looked up to see Prince Jaqen coming from afar “Wow, the second Prince is coming” Alexa announced and they looked up to see the Prince coming in a long blue robe that was designed like a waist coat, the robe was tied both at the middle and held with a button around the breast area. The robe stopped at under the knee leaving room for the black trouser to show underneath, his black boots was shining under and his hat sat beautifully on his head. All the edges of the robe’s collar were laced with gemstones to make it shine brighter giving him the glow alongside the stunning visual

“I am just a village girl, I have no understanding of magic, why would you ask me?” He looked at me from the corner of his eye. “Was one answer the answer, or both?” he asked. “Both of us,” I decided. “Why would people seek entry to this place, if not for freedom or power?” He frowned but redirected his attention to the stair and our gradual climb. At the top, a robed figure waited us. The midnight blue fabric of the robes was embroidered around the sleeves, down the front closure, and around the hood that was pulled up casting the person’s face into such shadow I could only pick out a strong nose and stubble ringing a full lipped mouth. The robes reminded me of Rivyn’s cloak, except not so

He had joined the love of his life in the Golden Lycan pack this morning. I clenched my fists. Someone had deliberately tampered with my cooking pot and burnt the dish when I went to soothe my crying baby during our break. I looked towards the main hall. I could feel the heat of his gaze behind the delicate curtain of pearls covering his face. He wore robes of the lightest shade of blue, almost flirting with the color white. They blew lightly along with the gentle breeze yet his robes whispered power and grace with every movement like moonlight. He shone like the radiant Blue Moon himself with white flowing hair. He was a picture of grace and ethereal. His posture screamed royalty and power.

Ruby curtsied and started heading towards the door. "Ruby, you're still only wearing a slip." Phoebus reminded. "Oh, am I?" A bright light suddenly encased the witch's body for a second before disappearing again. Her purple slip was replaced by a red and white off-shoulder dress with a black collar. A red cloak was wrapped around her shoulder and the purple butterfly covering her right eyes was replaced by a red one. Her long silver hair was tied in a braid decorated by the same red butterflies. Ruby pulled the hood over her head and winked at the marksman before exiting from the door.

She thought he could smell the sweet, pungent zing of ozone in the air. The wind buffeted them, swirling the satin-like fabric of her white robes around her legs as the first drops of rain began to pelt down on their heads. She wasn’t used to the damn robes—she much preferred trousers—but this was what the Sechuan traders had given her to wear until her “owner” chose another robe for her in the owner’s personal colors. According to what she’d been told, each class had its own color—one way to distinguish the nobles from the lower classes. The nobles wore a distinctive blue color, with the intensity of the hue increasing as the rank went progressively higher. The king and his family, for exam

Mine was a Crimson velvet cloak that reached to the feet and trailed somewhat on the ground at the rear, with an open front lined and bordered with ermine. All six of the pack’s elders were present, dressed in royal blue, donned drop-sleeve robes with stars and moons patterns, closed fronts that slip over the head, and attached hoods. Large round concrete propane fire pots in rustic black flared with flames in all four corners. Two of these sat at the foot of the ritual circle, with my Beta and Gamma standing at each.

Her pair of emerald green eyes stared at Prince Zacharia with regret. “Merlot saved me, even though we just met,” said Prince Zacharia with teary eyes. Zach heard footsteps running closer. A burly and tanned person ran over with a pair of blue eyes that looked worried. He wore clothes with an open chest, with an oversized red robe, which indicated his high position in this Red Magic Tower. His brown hair looked messy in the wind. Azar didn't care about his appearance.

The hide of a mountain troll was placed in the middle of the floor. A man with dark brown skin sat at the desk, wearing a black and red magic robe, the seams of the sleeves golden—the Arch-Mage. Hair white as the snow fell over his shoulders, and his long beard was braided, reaching the lower part of his stomach. His blue eyes fell on Rhobart, and he rose from his leather armchair. Milton and the others entered the study.