Song Dynasty Armor Novels & Stories

"Just don't lose." He started walking back before I could respond, but his words echoed in my mind long into the night. Don't lose. As if it were that simple. *************** The d-day came finally with The third The sacred duel. I dressed in the ceremonial combat attire that had been provided…fitted leather armor dyed in the kingdom's deep blue, reinforced with subtle steel plates at vital points. The outfit was designed to offer protection without restricting movement, and it fit like a second skin. My hair was braided back tightly to keep it out of my face, and around my neck, I wore the necklace King Theron had given me. The moonstone at its center seemed to pulse with its own inner ligh

Duggar straightened, but he didn’t rush. Good. He understood weight. He gestured toward the tributes. “These are offerings from the Silent Blues,” he said. “Forged in our lands. Carried through our battles. Not for display, but for use.” One of his men stepped forward, lifting a piece of armor, dark, reinforced, etched with subtle patterns that hummed faintly with energy. “Tempered with moonstone,” Duggar continued. “Resistant to both steel and magic.” Another brought forth a blade. Slim. Deadly. Its edge shimmered faintly, almost invisible in the light.

"But it was ships and soldiers I wanted." "Did I not give you an army, sweetest of women? A thousand knights, each in shining armor." The armor had been made of silver and gold, the knights of jade and beryl and onyx and tourmaline, of amber and opal and amethyst, each as tall as her little finger. "A thousand lovely knights," she said, "but not the sort my enemies need fear. And my bullocks cannot carry me across the water, I-why are we stopping?" The oxen had slowed notably.

“I know what you are thinking, Your Highness. I was a maidservant in the house of a cavalry captain before working to the house of the cousin of Prince Ozroes. Hence, I know these kinds of armories.” “Then, why is it plain?” “It is designed like that to give a sense of complacency to the enemies. They would think that soldiers from our kingdom, especially the Amyrgian clan, are weak because of the military accessories," Samira explained and asked for a soldier to come near them. “Look here, Your Highness. The pauldrons look like shoulders only. But these are very strong but also comfortable to wear.”

"We have something for you. Something to make sure everyone knows exactly who they're dealing with." They set the cases down on the table. Silas clicked the latches and swung the lid open. My breath hitched. Resting in the foam was a suit of armor unlike anything I’d ever seen. It wasn't the dull silver of the guard or the black of the scouts. It was a deep, bruised crimson—the color of drying blood, polished to a mirror sheen. "It’s dark red," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold metal of the breastplate.

Damn! Darryl let out a long relieved sigh. Damn, he had been frightened for no reason! Meanwhile, the Cult Master took something out. Darryl was shocked at the sight. It was a white soft armor with exquisitely designed patterns that sparkled under the lights. It was very exquisite! This was no doubt a piece of art. Darryl could not help asking, “Cult Master, what’s this?” The Cult Master smiled and explained, “This is called the Celestial Silkworm Armor. It was made by one of our disciples five hundred years ago. The armor was made from silk and metal making it firm. It could shield one from most weapons and probably save your life during extreme circumstances.”

Taking the hint, Chen sat down but withheld from drinking the tea which would expose his fact itself. "State your business," The woman's pleasant voice rang. She had only poured tea for Chen but seeing it untouched, disappointment flickered in her eyes. "Sale of Silvers Kingdom Armor and Weaponry." Slightly startled, she nodded and gestured to Chen to continue. "I have 112 red-steel armors, 24 Cavalry Armors alongside 24 sets of Silvers Kingdom saddle and blinders. 39 Red-steel swords and 97 lances." Hearing the numbers, shock in the woman's heart grew. Silently, she pondered for a moment and inquired in one word.

Their chest, abdomen, back, and head were protected by black and gold steel armor. Under close scrutiny, their armor and combat uniforms were embroidered with a golden dragon and branded with the words ‘Legion of the Sovereign’! This combat group consisted of 12 people. Six of them carried black and gold wooden boxes in their hands, while their waists were equipped with long sabers and short spears. The wooden boxes were carved with four mythical beasts. The other six escorted behind them. They barged in from the memorial hall entrance. With every step they took, their combat boots made a clanging sound on the ground, which was shocking to the senses.

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.

“Cornelius! We are being ordered to war!” Cornelius and Darwin said goodbye to their family, suited up in their knight armor and their hauberk. They both wore a padded cloak underneath their armor to help them carry the weight of the protection. A chain mail hauberk weighs as much as thirty pounds. 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.