Osrs Blue Wizard Robe Novels & Stories

The outer fabric was a flowing material made of red feathers sewn together into a cloak. The owl glided through the chamber with the robe in her claws. The longer feathers that made up the hem flirted with the wind like the tail of a phoenix. Vasilisa turned to her pet and held her arms out. Owlyn dropped the robe for her and it fell elegantly, covering the sorceress's nakedness. "What a delight to have it back," the sorceress breathed in contentment. It was the most beautiful robe Cassandra'd ever seen. The sleeves were wide like the wings of a swan. Cassandra looked at the robe and its wearer in awe. She was sure that the sorceress's cloak was also magical.

I bow to him once again and turn to make my journey home. As I make my way through the gates of the estate, I see the servants at work in the garden pulling herbs. My mother is standing on the balcony on the second floor as she gives directions and measurements for what is needed. As I notice her attire my mind snaps to attention at her ceremonial robe. The robe she wears consist of the swirls of many shades of blue. Any movement of the fabric makes an effect of flowing water. As a healer she would only wear these robes when she was out of options for the medicines she bottled, and someone was close to death.

Not only that, the robe didn't completely cover the base of his neck and allowed the room for breathing. Aside from the blue color, the middle of the robe was layered by a silver strip which made the black buttons pop out. Not only that, there was a breathtaking silver embroidery over the left and right shoulders of the robe that moved down the sleeves by a slight margin. Much to Chen's relief, the pair of trousers were blue in color and not silver. Right now, Chen really felt good. He had slipped out of filthy clothes. He had his residence on wheels, a strong ox that needed much less maintenance, and finally...

Wendy moved to the wardrobe in the corner, carefully removing a garment wrapped in protective cloth. My pulse quickened as she unwrapped the traditional pack robes, the fabric shimmering in the soft lamplight. The white material seemed to glow with an inner light, almost luminescent, like the moon itself. Delicate embroidery adorned the edges—blue moons and stars, the symbols of Moonglow Pack, stitched with painstaking care. I stood on shaky legs, allowing my nightgown to slip to the floor and revealing the effort Wendy had put in earlier to adorn my bare body. With Bella and Wendy’s help, I stepped into the robes, careful not to disturb Wendy’s hard work. Wendy fastened the closures.

Power. “Stay behind me!” Naomi shouted to the witches. The witches moved immediately, forming a strong line in front of the werewolf warriors. Their robes fluttered violently as magic gathered around them, glowing in different shades: silver, blue, purple and gold. The wolves backed away as ordered, confusion and fear clear on their faces. They trusted us. And that trust weighed heavily on my heart. Azriel stood several feet away, blood staining his armour from earlier fights. His eyes found mine instantly. The fear in them made my chest ache.

"Yes, much better. Thank you." As they ate, Aunt Cleo seemed to be contemplating something. Aqua noticed the thoughtful expression on her face and waited patiently. After they finished breakfast, Aunt Cleo stood up and walked over to a small chest on the mantelpiece. She opened it and retrieved a delicate silver pendant, its center adorned with a shimmering blue gemstone. "Aqua, there's something I want to give you," Aunt Cleo said, holding out the pendant. "This has been in our family for generations. It's a protection charm and will help you control your powers."

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

My drool was soaked on a couple of stacks of notes. "I just need to clarify their identities with you." "Your ability can't see through it?" "Their screens are different." "Different how?" "Color." I stroked my bread four to five times. Every status screen is blue, a nice simple bright blue. This never changes, no matter how old you get or how young you are. There are reports of dragons having a dark blue screen. Demons are reported to have purple screens. Yet no human, dwarf, or elf has ever been reported to have a different color status screen from blue.

Each step he took, a piece of disguise fell off, revealing majestic shoulders and a handsome face that is so similar to Ma’oz’s. Water gushed out from every pore of his body, spiralling around him anti-clockwise. When it dissipated into the air, his tattered clothes were no more. Dressed in a navy-blue robe that reached his ankles, gold threads braided the edges of his neck, wrists, and hem. Wrapped around his waist, a matching gold belt held a plain Akinaka.

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.