Cerulean Protector
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"Ah, Wojciech, but we are not the Wintermark to fight as heroes before solid ranks on a clearly defined field. Not the Dawnish, with their servants to aid them. We are Wardens, and we must go wherever law-breakers go, follow there they lead. We must depend on ourselves, and our skills, our preparation. Not on the sort of baggage train that might follow an army, with its medical supplies and chirurgeons and apothecaries." | "Ah, Wojciech, but we are not the Wintermark to fight as heroes before solid ranks on a clearly defined field. Not the Dawnish, with their servants to aid them. We are Wardens, and we must go wherever law-breakers go, follow there they lead. We must depend on ourselves, and our skills, our preparation. Not on the sort of baggage train that might follow an army, with its medical supplies and chirurgeons and apothecaries." | ||
He gestured at the half-finished hauberk on the bench, and on the | He gestured at the half-finished hauberk on the bench, and on the pots of liquids, and stacks of rare metals that stood to one side. | ||
"Take this armour. It is light, so it lets us run. It is fronted with light metal scales, so it protects. But I have crafted it with magic to be my physic, for I go where I cannot depend on one to follow. See this varnish? This is ambergelt, for healing. See these metals? Green iron, welt silver and orichalcum. See this dust? Beggar's lye. With these materials, I have crafted my own physician, my own support. When a cunning blow hit to a limb strikes where the armour does not cover, or where an arrow pierces, I can call on this magical protection to remain in the fight, or to run if needs be to fight another day. The Highguard call this splint mail: it is probably the closest they will come to humour. I call it essential."</ic> | "Take this armour. It is light, so it lets us run. It is fronted with light metal scales, so it protects. But I have crafted it with magic to be my physic, for I go where I cannot depend on one to follow. See this varnish? This is ambergelt, for healing. See these metals? Green iron, welt silver and orichalcum. See this dust? Beggar's lye. With these materials, I have crafted my own physician, my own support. When a cunning blow hit to a limb strikes where the armour does not cover, or where an arrow pierces, I can call on this magical protection to remain in the fight, or to run if needs be to fight another day. The Highguard call this splint mail: it is probably the closest they will come to humour. I call it essential."</ic> | ||
Revision as of 21:23, 6 January 2013
Description
These sturdy shirts or hauberks are usually made of light mithril plates riveted to a sturdy leather backing. It is especially favoured in Varushka and Highguard. In the Brass Coast these suits are made of reinforced leather scales, and are often dyed blue or green and called cerulean scale, after the herb cerulean mazzarine.
The main advantage of this armour comes when the warrior has reduced coverage of arms or legs for some reason, especially among warriors who prefer the freedom granted by minimizing the amount of restrictive armour they are wearing.
Rules
- Form: Medium armour. Despite the name any medium armour may be splint mail.
- Effect: You may spend a hero point to repair one of your limbs that has been ruined by the cleave or impale call.
- Materials: Crafting a suit of splint mail requires ten ingots of green iron, ten ingots of weltsilver, seven measures of ambergelt, four measures of beggar's lye and four ingots of orichalcum. It takes one month to make one of these items.
"Ah, Wojciech, but we are not the Wintermark to fight as heroes before solid ranks on a clearly defined field. Not the Dawnish, with their servants to aid them. We are Wardens, and we must go wherever law-breakers go, follow there they lead. We must depend on ourselves, and our skills, our preparation. Not on the sort of baggage train that might follow an army, with its medical supplies and chirurgeons and apothecaries."
He gestured at the half-finished hauberk on the bench, and on the pots of liquids, and stacks of rare metals that stood to one side.
"Take this armour. It is light, so it lets us run. It is fronted with light metal scales, so it protects. But I have crafted it with magic to be my physic, for I go where I cannot depend on one to follow. See this varnish? This is ambergelt, for healing. See these metals? Green iron, welt silver and orichalcum. See this dust? Beggar's lye. With these materials, I have crafted my own physician, my own support. When a cunning blow hit to a limb strikes where the armour does not cover, or where an arrow pierces, I can call on this magical protection to remain in the fight, or to run if needs be to fight another day. The Highguard call this splint mail: it is probably the closest they will come to humour. I call it essential."