Robes

Some articles on robes, robe:

The Ambassador's Mission - Robes
... In the book magicians wear different robes depending on their chosen discipline ... The colours are Red Warriors Green Healers Purple Alchemists Brown Novices who have yet to choose a discipline There are also colours for denoting rank Black Black Magician (Black Magician Sonea Black Magician Kallen) Blue Administrator (Lord Osen) White High Lord (Lord Balkan) Black sashes - Heads of Discipline (Lady Vinara, Lord Peakin and Lord Garrel) Gold Sash King's advisors ...
Academic Dress Of Universities In Queensland, Australia - University of The Sunshine Coast - Robes
... All robes worn are Cambridge style ... Councillors’ robes have facings in rifle green ... The Bedell wears a Councillors’ robe with black ornaments ...
Cult Of Artemis At Brauron - Origin Myths
... act of desperation, she shrugs out of her robes and tries wordlessly, to reach out to the elders, hoping that in their pity they will release her from her hell ... Iphigeneia’s shedding of her robes is an act done by the “bears” of Brauronian Artemis, as depicted by vases which show the bears having shed their ... the ritual by shedding their saffron robes ...
Master Of The Robes
... The Master of the Robes was an office in the British Royal Household ... He was responsible for the King's robes at times such as a coronation, the annual Order of the Garter service and the State Opening of Parliament ...
List Of My-Otome Terminology - Common Terms - Robe
... A Robe is an Otome's powered suit ... Most Robes have prehensile ribbons or coat tails, the number of which vary, and some are used for support or extra appendages while some can be used offensively as blades ... Most Robes also have distinctive glowing ring-like structures around the ankles and wrists as well as other glowing accessories on other parts of the suit ...

Famous quotes containing the word robes:

    He held the world upon his nose
    And this-a-way he gave a fling.
    His robes and symbols, ai-hi-hi
    And that-a-way he twirled the thing.
    Sombre as fir-trees, liquid cats
    Moved in the grass without a sound.
    Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)

    The archbishop is away. The church is gray.
    He has left his robes folded in camphor
    And, dressed in black, he walks
    Among fireflies.
    Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)

    No beauty she doth miss,
    When all her robes are on;
    But Beauty’s self she is,
    When all her robes are gone.
    —Unknown. My Love in Her Attire (l. 5–8)