Osrs Blue Wizard Robe Novels & Stories

I have a blue cape that reaches my knees, and long armored white boots that cover above my knees. Val wears almost the same design as mine, but her armored color combines red, black and yellow. Her cape is red, and her armor was black and yellow. “This is our battle attire, Azrael. Stop gawking at Alice's cleavage. Tsk.” Val said while smirking, and Azrael’s face turned beet red that made us laugh. Azrael is wearing a black armor attire which has a hidden weapon he could use in case of emergency. He requested that on the bladesmith and crafter.

Harry nodded then looked at me "I warned you Kirey, if you want. I can cancel your place for research!" I shook my head "I'll still be there Harry, come on, this will be a special experience, won't it? Besides, there wouldn't be any big monsters, or big gorillas suddenly liking me right? It's a normal place, it's just that they're spreading out. The rumors are not true!" I said, somehow I was able to get rid of my worries too.

They were escorted like queens and kings and their peculiar garbs certainly caught the attention of the patrons inside. Maru had worn the black wizard robe which mirrored Mistress Ais own dress in color while Ezperanza looked like an Immortal Fairy with her long white gown blessing the place with her grandiose entrance. Lyra on the other hand, wore her green wizard robe and the contours of the garments had indeed showcased the goods that lay hidden behind the flashy wear. The four of them were respectfully ushered down the end of the lane where a secret door awaited them.

GALLAHAN’S POV With hands that were still trembling with barely contained anger, I fastened the last button of my waistcoat. Then I slipped my arms into the sleeves of my ceremonial robe, which was light blue around my shoulders and midnight blue around my forearms and legs. With tiny diamonds studded all over the darkest shade of blue, I fucking felt like I was halfway into becoming a replica of that gaudy-looking Prince Bubba of Agvanda. “Looking good!” Maliya, who was already donning a silky yellow robe over a long white dress, complimented me chirpily, trying to get me to lighten up.

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.

I wrestled with him on that faithful day but at last I tamed him, he was impressed with my strength and accepted to be my loyal pet dragon, and has been my help in many tough battles ever since then , i love riding off on his back ,it makes me feel so powerful,and gives me the perfect exit after every fight . We gradually approach the wizard towers ,in the hills of the dark forest, as we get closer the two wizards standing guards on top of the first two towers at the entrance releases a ring of fire around scar and I and asks us to identify ourselves ,this are the wizard hills guards , they usually put on a robe ranging form blue to red depending on their levels in wizardry some very powerfu

His strong, chiseled features were softened by a beard that reached his chest, its strands interwoven with delicate strands of shimmering silver and specks of iridescent light. His attire was a tapestry of colors, a blend of deep purples, rich blues, and vibrant greens that seemed to shift and change with every step. The fabric of his robe flowed around him like a river of magic, each fold whispering ancient incantations and secrets. Intricate patterns adorned the hem and cuffs, depicting celestial constellations and mystic symbols that danced in harmony with the movements of his body. Around his neck, a pendant of intricate design hung, a mesmerizing crystal nestled within its golden embrac

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.

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…”