Padded Armor 5e Novels & Stories

“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.”

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.