Padded Armor 5e Novels & Stories

She didn’t know if she could heal with her magic, but she would try. “Healing spells have been woven in my magic robe. By the time morning arrives, I will be fully healed,” Milton let everyone know. “How come armors don’t have wards and spells?” Hudde asked. “Because armor used by Paladins is made from magic ore, and everyone knows you can’t put spells on armor or weapons made from magic ore,” replied Rhobart.

Eya inspects her handy work making me smile at how proud she is. “It’s beautiful, you two did amazing work together,” I comment, grabbing the black leather pauldrons which are embossed to match the rest of her armor. The pauldrons are layered, almost like the scales of a dragon, working down covering Raven’s upper arms. I smile thinking of how Raven will look like a beautiful strong warrior queen in the stunning armor our vaari and her stepdaughter made for her.

"Pleated fine steel long sword, only for 100 gold. It cuts iron like mud is, an absolute great self-defense weapon!" "Hey, everyone, take a look. The light body armor made by the masters from Hammering House. It is engraved with Primary Rank inscription, thus impervious to blades and spears. And you can also move freely while wearing it..." "'Qi-Drawing Pill' is on sale. Even if ordinary people eat one, they may feel a sense of Qi. It's crunchy and delicious. Come and get it!"

He didn’t mind sharing his knowledge. “Do is a breastplate, that is, the cover of the abdomen and breasts, usually it is bamboo or plastic construction. Kote are gloves, that are the covers for hands, joints and parts of the forearm.” He paused for a moment. Nick walked towards them, but somebody stopped him in the middle. “They are made of thick, densely quilted multi-layer fabric, with seagrass lining and the whole thing is reinforced with leather elements. The last part of the armor is tare, an apron, hip protection and is made of multi-layer, densely quilted fabric.”

Laura unwrapped the bundle and gasped. Inside was the most beautiful armor she'd ever seen. Deep crimson leather reinforced with silver plates. The chest piece was molded to fit a woman's body perfectly. Intricate designs covered every surface. "It's incredible," she breathed. "Made by the best craftsmen in my pack," Lucian said. "Lightweight but strong. It will protect you in battle." Laura ran her fingers over the smooth leather. It felt like liquid under her touch. "Try it on," Dante urged. Laura looked around. "Here?"

But, again, she was being nice as she didn't have the right to object. The armor was forged from the finest silver, intricately etched with ancient symbols that symbolized strength and protection as Alpha Raven had explained to her. It hugged her form snugly, providing both flexibility and durability. The chest plate featured a magnificent wolf emblem, a testament to her status as a member of the pack and a warrior in her own right. Her gauntlets were crafted from reinforced leather, offering a combination of dexterity and defense. Each finger was equipped with silver claws, honed to deadly precision. A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an ethereal aura as she moved.

Third person POV The battlefield was surrounded by crumbling limestone. It was currently filled with over ten thousand warriors. Leading the center of the defensive wedge was Dylan. He was a mountain of scarred iron, his heavy plate armor coated in a thick layer of grey stone dust and dark red arterial spray. He carried a massive, two-handed poleaxe that he swung in horizontal arcs, clearing a three-meter semi-circle of space around him with every rotation. He had decided he would only shift when necessary. He needed to reserve his strength.

(Briana POV) “I’d like to get to know your people a little before they know who I am. I don’t want them acting differently around me just because I’m the future Luna. I want to join them in drills so I can see how they fight.” An hour later I’ve had breakfast and I’m wearing what has to be the costliest items I’ve ever donned in my life. The leather pants are buttery soft against my skin. Key areas are reinforced with some type of steel mesh, which is unexpectedly comfortable to move in. The form fitting shirt is made of the same fabric, the armor covering the chest, back and stomach.

“It’s better to be prepared and never need it than to need it and never have it.” I’d heard Jonathan say that about some of the skills I’d thought silly. I supposed it was true. “Thank you,” I finally said, holding it close to my chest. “It’s specially designed for your measurements. I got them from the tailor. This type of armor is special too – it will stretch to your body when you shift into your wolf form, so you don’t have to worry about it tearing or losing it.” “That’s incredible!” I said honestly. “I’ve never heard of technology like that!”

He lifted the breastplate to Aletharin's chest, aligned the front plate with the back plate, and placed the leather straps in their sockets. “Do the plates match?” he asked. “They do,” Aletharin answered. He tightened the straps. The breastplate was decorated in a herbal motive. His mentor placed the gorget that was decorated in the same herbal motive. Aletharin moved, did a somersault and landed on his feet. “Good,” his mentor was pleased, “the armor doesn't stop your moment.” “True,” Altharin turned. “You still need the vambrace, faulds and helm.”