The Armourer Novels & Stories

The crafter Zen found was a young, lively chap who was always in high spirits. “What can I do for ya today?” the armourer grinned, and Zen blinked. He took a peek inside the store and saw that several beginner armours were hanging on the walls. “Do you sell beginner armours my size?” Zen asked. Everything here looked large, and he wasn’t going to fit in them. Paul, the armourer, blinked and frowned. He took a good look at Zen and nodded.

However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor. I'd just gotten off work from the graveyard shift and was on my way back to my dormitory when I ran into a group of drunk street thugs. Just as they were about to force me to my wits' end, Vernon suddenly appeared out of nowhere. After chasing off the thugs, he gathered me in his arms even though my knee was bleeding from earlier. His hug threw me completely off guard. It felt like the strange yet familiar warmth of a father's hug—big, strong, and safe.

To them, high-grade warriors were indispensable to maintain a foothold in this cruel era. “So, why the hell is this high-grade warrior fighting him so fiercely?” The Gaul solder was sincerely confused. “Warning!!” Armor’s durability is below 5%, he suddenly received another notification from his armor’s A.I. He was experienced in these kinds of situations though; he cursed his luck as he turned back, planning to escape without any hesitation. Kalen’s talent could help him defeat his opponent squarely in a fair fight but killing him or stopping him from escaping was going to be hard, if not impossible.

Each piece had been meticulously crafted to offer maximum protection without hindering movement - a crucial balance for Lycans and their human allies. Master Armorer Cedric approached them, bowing deeply. “Your Highnesses,” he said, his voice tinged with pride. “I’ve prepared your armor personally. Allow me to show you.” He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor.

He let out a sigh as he saw the emblem carved on his armour's bicep. Agenor asked, "What business do you have with us?" The armour man replied to Agenor's question, "I was wondering which clan are you planning to join?" Maira uttered after figuring out who he is behind that Armor, "Oh my! Look what we have here? Isn't that the youngest prodigy of the prestigious Clan Phoenix Gods." She continued as she turned to Falco with a huge grin, "Come on Mr. Sam Brown…did you really forget the person who socked the living Jesus out of your ugly face?"

“Here is the armor of Vuolas, the ring of attraction. Unfortunately, I cannot give you a paralyzing blade, it was taken by the leader of the Fury Clan Lasters, so I dare to offer a protective strike gauntlet. This weapon is made of a unique alloy, the secret is unfortunately lost, it perfectly protects the hand and can attack from a distance with a powerful pushing blow with a minimum of magical energy, which is why it is valued. The keeper bowed his head meekly. Brook-ta-man looked at the artifacts with satisfaction. - Well, the glove will do too, I'll change the strategy, and that's all. He took the armor and deftly put it under his clothes. The steel plates of Vuolas's armor were unusuall

He was glad the armour hid his expression. The armour might have been a clever move, but it was still a defensive one. Jimmy needed to go on the offensive. He needed something with which to make the final cut. He was using words and their power in a realm of story, just as Isimud was, but Isimud could still wield the Anunnaki in a way that Jimmy couldn’t. So that’s what Jimmy needed to do.

I did not give them the chance to take a second step. I reached up with my right hand, catching the silver clasp of my velvet coat, and tore the heavy garment from my shoulders. It fell to the marble floor in a pool of midnight blue, revealing the dark scale armor beneath, the heavy broadsword sheathed at my back, and the blood-red wolf crest of Bloodreaver forged into the steel over my heart. I unbuckled the false rapier from my belt, tossing the decorative blade aside, and stepped fully into the cobalt light streaming through the rose window.

However, he found an anomaly that no one wore armor in this place. Warrior should wear heavy armor. Light armor for assassin. Robe's for magician and healer. While Blacksmith and Alchemist can wear what they like as they won't fight any battles anyway. “Just what is going on?” Feng Shaotian asked. 'Does master doesn't know about the Border Agreement?' Jiang Fu thought. “There's a reason for that master” he said solemnly as he thought of the past. “What reason?” Feng Shaotian asked with furrowed brows.

As much as I hated to admit it, they were right. Cleo had gone to the next floor, so it made sense for us to go up again. Whether she liked it or not, we would clear this place together. Level three was where the armoury was kept. Weapons collected over the centuries from all different species are locked away. From fairy dust, rogue’s poison, and enchanted blades to a witch’s grimoire. Anything they could get their hands on and use would be inside that vault. We just needed to get it open.