Mordred Armor Novels & Stories

Although chain mail was flexible and offered good protection, it could be pierced by an arrow or thin sword but the two weren't worried. Though they were native humans of Redberg Village, their family had been immersed into the mother church of the inshore region and offspring ahead. Hence, they wore the conventional armor of the church with a cross on the third front painted in red: anima skin sandals, copper shin and armor plate with a combat kilt, and chest armor made from strips of silver metal curved across the body. On their heads, they wore the brand red feather-topped visor that usually consisted of a hinged piece of steel that contained openings for breathing and vision. Appropriate

Miko’s eyes gleamed as she toyed with a partially dismantled armor. It was laid out on a metal workbench, which was littered with parts and plates of armor, as well as all sorts of tools and gadgets. The armor itself didn’t look too complex. It was covered in a number of scales, some larger, some smaller. All of them were interlocked with some sort of flexible mesh underneath, which caused the armor to articulate with very natural movements. A dozen or so wires splayed out from inside the main chest, each of which had hand-written Drogarii labels stuck onto them. It appeared each of the wires fed power to the various parts of the armor itself - arms, legs, repair systems, sensors, and so on.

He turned toward the iron locker shattered in the corner—the armory storage for the dungeon guards. With a brutal kick, he took the door completely off its hinges, reaching inside to pull out fresh gear. He tossed a heavy, dark combat tunic and structured leather riding trousers toward me. They weren't an Omega's rags. They were thick, reinforced garments lined with flexible steel mesh, designed for high-ranking warriors of the Bloodmoon elite.

The one who spoke was a muscular and fierce-looking warrior with a long scar running down the left side of his face. He wore a dark suit of armor engraved with strange glowing symbols and mysterious patterns. At first, I didn’t understand why so many people stared at him with excitement, jealousy, and admiration. But from the crowd’s whispers and Linda’s explanations, I finally learned something shocking. The armor was enchanted. Apparently, this world possessed enchanted weapons and objects capable of carrying magical abilities and supernatural powers useful during battle. From the crowd’s murmurs and Linda’s patient explanations, I discovered that enchanted materials were divided into diff

A face of shock ripples through Troy as well, almost matching the orc’s look. Mudbrew’s left palm is placed on the protected chest of the orc and the right on is placed on the chest of the fire prince. On each of his palms are scribed runes embedded with the steel material that he wears. The rune is the same shape as a diaphragm of a bear which adds force to a formula. Purple ignition of arcane power surges through his armor and fingers then without fail, a forceful push of arcane energy blasts the two apart, separating them. The left side of Scar’s armor is crushed in the process, as the general applied enough force to do so whereas, with Troy, he only applies enough to push him back. “That

Then she opened the other side of the wardrobe, thrilled and nervous about what she had found. The same thing Im doing with the kings armor, she said, gathering a heavy tangle of goods into her arms. She donned a pair of wide leather pants, a thick leather tunic, a pair of chain-mail gloves, leather slippers that were certainly too big but that shed have to make work, and a bronze chest guard made of overlapping metal plates. The same black, fire-breathing dragon on the helmet was embroidered on the front of the tunic. It was hard to believe that anyone could fight a war under the weight of these clothes, but Lu Xin knew that the king didnt really fight--he only led battles from the seat of

He states. "You're wolf is majestic. I felt safe around him." I sigh and tilt my head backwards. "I still don't know what to name my wolf, and don't you dare say Canisa." I warn and he lets out a chuckle. I don't think he knows how sexy that is. "How about Lupita?" he says "That sounds like Aaron's wolf's name." I state. "Morgan. Short for Morgana." He says and I smile, nodding at him.

Their leader is Leomord whose zodiac sign is Aquarius as he is regarded as the strongest among all of them. Zodiac warriors march in unison and formed three rows. They remained standing until Prince Arthur arrived and they saluted him. He wore trousers, leggings, cloaks and tunic. The tunic, being the outermost garment, was decorated with embroidery and gold lacing. He has a long hair, bristly eyebrows, hawkish nose, defined cheekbones, titan masculine shoulder. His posture alone makes him even more handsome.

He was either blind or wasn't bothered in the least. "Riggy... That's not their uniform either." The Hounds Of Hells were all infantry with a few archers mixed in. If someone were to give Mortis a sword he would probably throw out his back, stumble about bump into his friendly soldiers thrusting them onto the tips of enemy spears, and finally stub his toe, trip falling forward impaling himself upon his own sword. And Elise could say with one hundred percent certainty no one from The Hounds would be caught dead with his current attire. He didn't have a single piece of custom made armor, as a matter of fact he didn't have any armor on at all. He was wearing what looked like an old worn bath ro

Mira could see the memory of the final battle at the old ruins in the forest. The woman clothed in an odd armor that was black with a gold sheen to it in the sunlight. Her arms were bare to mid-bicep. She had boiled leather sleeve attachments to cover her vulnerable shoulders. On her head sat a helmet of the same black material. Her back was covered the same way. Her legs were covered in leather trews that laced up the sides from knee to hip. Mira was slightly appalled by this showing of skin. But she also guessed it was the only way to get them on. She was standing in the middle of the keep bailey talking to several soldiers, giving orders and directions. No man sneered at her. She wore her