Nobles Equipment Novels & Stories

The natural order of things. The whole party was seriously tanked up, armour-wise. Straps and belts and shiny bits of metal everywhere. It wasn’t like the stuff we’d seen in Madame Robidoo’s Emporium, this was all high end, top of the line gear. I hate to admit it, but they looked pretty cool. I casually checked them out for a couple of minutes before realising they were all staring back at me. Awkward!

With a frustrated huff, she lowered her hand. The gavel slammed down. "Sold! To the lady in midnight blue for four million dollars!" Ashton smirked beside me, but his curiosity was evident as he mind linked me. "Why are you buying your own weapons? " he asked through our mind link. "Why not just take them back?" "Patience, love. I want everyone here to know exactly who’s in control tonight. Let them see the price of betrayal and greed." The next weapon was revealed—a crossbow made from darkened iron, designed to fire bolts that dissolved protective wards on impact.

The bulky guy wasn't as wealthy as the nobles in Golden's group, but compared to a commoner, he was still rich. However, the most valuable things were medicinal pills and some miscellaneous stuff that could be sold in the outside world or that Golden didn't know its use. There were also some weapons inside the ring, including some swords, bows, and arrows. Those were useful to Golden, but their quality was low. Probably the guy had stolen them from commoners in the Special Realm. The only weapon with high quality the bulky guy had was the spear he had used to attack Aizu, but Golden wasn't too fond of spears, he had enough with his Ice Spears to throw to the enemies.

Ambrose said. "Good morning, Mr. Ambrose." Seolurrie smiled and waved her hand. "A good morning to you, too." Mr. Ambrose nodded his head. "Oh, right. Do you have any spare equipment I can use? Dagger or short swords would be nice." "About that..." Mr. Ambrose looked at President Carlton who is now looking at them. "I ordered the weaponry department to make a weapon specifically for you. It should be finished now, you can just drop by the weaponry department and get it. Just tell them your name and they will give you the weapon." President Carlton instructed.

She walked on Cyprian’s arm, her head held high, her mismatched eyes scanning the room with the boredom of a predator inspecting a petting zoo. Behind them marched Oryn and four knights of the Iron Legion. They were fully armored, their polished steel gleaming under the chandeliers. They didn't smile. They scanned for threats. "My god," a Baron whispered. "That necklace alone could buy my estate." Vespera heard him. She offered a small, terrifying smile. They moved through the crowd. The sea of nobles parted, terrified of brushing against the heavy furs or the cold steel. "They look frightened," Cyprian murmured, leaning down to her ear.

Sounds of water rushing kissed his ears, and in the distance, there was a spectacular sight of a mountain range. "I love it." She twirled as her dress flared outward. "I love your garden and your river and your mountains." "I thought you might." Rhylent eyed Norwell as his white tube hair loosened and fell in gentle waves. Out of each of the sections of his Mohawk fell a small shiny knife. As the blades slipped out of his tubes, the Nebos rose to grab the weapons. The silk moved them inside the bedroom.

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.

A spear that can be imbued with elemental magic for Trent with the ability to control ice. Daggers for Luke with the ability to multiply himself. A metal recorder for Athena with the power to see a person’s past and future. Heaps of books for Dion with the ability to copy any material he saw. And for Nicole who is a summoner, she has a space ring. Trent threw something at Celestin, which was immediately caught by the woman even though her eyes were closed. Trent was surprised by what happened because he did not expect that Celestin would be able to catch it.

For example, high-end Legendary equipment. Victor could barely contain his excitement when he recalled how powerful high-end Legendary equipment was.

What about weapons? "Take your personals," Henry said, donning his own armor. "Whips, take one of the fancy Desert Eagles, and --" "How about actual fire?" she asked. "Fire works on a lot of stuff according to legend." Bjorne hefted a flamethrower, grinning from ear to ear. "Got it covered." "What's that?" she asked, looking at something with a set of six large tubes circling the barrel. "Net gun," Banshee said. She pursed her eyes. "Yeah, take that."