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 took her hand as they crossed to join the gathered group from the rear, so that no one noticed where they had come from, their eyes forward, to the approaching Mer ambassador and his party. There was a group of Mer who were dressed quite differently to the others. Where the basic Mer armour was like form-fitting silver scales, these soldier’s armour had ornate breastplates and pauldrons between the close-fitting scales, and there were drapes of cloth flowing from one shoulder, and front and back beneath the breastplate forming almost a skirt open from ankle to hip on each side. The women, as all four were women, had blue hair and eyes. Their faces had been painted in swirling green, and t

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.

He is the youngest male in the room, but the one with the strongest will and a pair of balls made of steel. I nodded, he lifted Asteria´s hand and kissed it. “I´m leaving,” he said, following Iris and Aunt Charmaine out of the room. “Dominic…” Another foreign voice said, and I looked at Urien. “I am an Onyx dragon. May I ask what materials you are using for the armour? Maybe if we find a way to replicate my natural ability to shield, the armour would be stronger and more effective,” he said, and Dominic nodded. “We developed with a mix of fabric, magic, and steel…” he said, and Urien nodded.

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

Gaia was in Charles’s hands, and he knew well about it. "Next it is Dragonslayer, and now it should be in the hands of the Washington Family. The owner of Dragonslayer was the Washington Family back then." The monk said. "Okay, go ahead." Jason nodded. "The Arondight should be in the hands of the Jones Family." Jason nodded gently. Back then, Mordred stabbed the King of the Jones Dynasty with that Arondight, which was called a sword of loyalty and courage. After Mordred’s death, It was reasonable for Arondight to be in the hands of the Jones Family.

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.