Osrs Blue Wizard Robe Novels & Stories

Yvayn bowed to the old wizard. “It is good to see you young man. Now give me a hug.” Yvayn stepped up and hugged him and kissed him on both of his hairy cheeks. He was wearing a long purple satin robe trimmed in a band of golden flowers backed in a layer of blue satin. He wore a skullcap of purple satin that was trimmed in a golden rope and divided into twelve pie-sliced shapes each divided by a thin gold band. He had on a matching purple tunic under his robe that was trimmed with golden flowers and a golden rope wrapped around his waist. On his legs he wore long black leather boots that were turned down at his knees with dark purple hose underneath.

"Welcome to the Halen Empire." Minerva lightly raised the hood of her robe as she glanced outside the carriage. Her blue-jeweled eyes, which had become brown due to her father's magic, shone in glee as she looked around. Her wavy silver hair that turned brown came in between the views when she raised her hood. "Daddy, it was so different from Azenla and Toen." She exclaimed in surprise.

Chaz was on his knees, his hair was in the man’s grip, who stood behind him holding a sword at his throat. A menacing aura surrounded the attacker. He had neck-long hair that eclipsed half of his face. His blood and sweat drenched hair fluttered in the air as his glowing blue eyes met mine. My breath hitched, and I unconsciously stepped back from him. He was wearing a translucent knee length black robe that flowed like waves in the breeze. The robe barely covered his upper body. He wore black pants with golden belts and chains around his waist, thigh and ankles. He was barefoot.

The Earth Spirit. His hair was the colour of golden wheat, long and silky, tumbling past his shoulders like a waterfall. His robes were woven of rich green and brown hues, the fabric shifting with each movement like branches swaying in the wind. His eyes were a piercing, endless blue brimming with ancient power, and when they fell upon Ron, they were full of suspicion and annoyance. Prince Ron swallowed, hard. The Dark Lord’s eyes snapped to the figure standing before them and his lips curled back in a growl. “You…”

My hands trembled as I dried my body, and with a summoning, my magical sword materialized in my grasp. Once the preparations were complete, I was ready for my journey. A blue warrior dress, crafted from magical fabric, was a stunning vision in deep sapphire blue. The dress clung to my form, accentuating my lithe figure while providing me with the utmost mobility for combat. The bodice of the dress was adorned with intricate patterns of silver and white, which shimmered with each move I made. The fabric itself seemed to have a subtle, ethereal glow, giving me an otherworldly presence.

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.

His beard and hair all looked like they had been burned by fire, there wasn't much left over, blue smoke was billowing, a green robe was also tattered, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a beggar's appearance. What's even more terrifying is that Waldo Roy Wizard's body still has a tiny electric current rolling through it, even Old Allen and Big Bear can see it clearly. Crawling up to Waldo Roy Wizard, his heart was extremely frightened, looking at Cadell Marcus in disbelief, his voice trembling. "You... What you just used was a lightning talisman?"

The space was vast, and the low light from the torches Rhea had placed on the walls barely illuminated the far corners. "Stay alert," Max whispered, his eyes scanning the shadows. I nodded, my instincts on edge. We hadn’t come this far to fail now. We didn’t have to wait long. The witch appeared out of the shadows, her presence almost as if she had materialized from the darkness itself. She was cloaked in deep blue robes that shimmered with faint traces of magic, her silver hair cascading down her back. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, the color shifting like the ocean during a storm.