Ishida

Name: Grand Armor of Geilund
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 6
ID: 48151
Roll: 12+1
Item Type: Heavy Armor
Quality: Perfect, Tier 1
Enhancements: +27 MIT
Description: A full body suit of ruby red armor highlighted by brilliant gold accents upon its outer edges.

Opal's response left much to be desired.  It sounded like they were doomed to wander the desert until they found this mysterious overturned caravan.  That was rather foreboding if you allowed your imagination to roam like the teen did.  He could see it now: the four of them crawling from one mirage to another in search of the mysterious medicine, their young bodies now dried husks and looking more like beef jerky than human.  It was a terrible thought.

Luckily, Brax was attacked.  The invigorating sounds of battle were enough to snap him out of that menacing spell and bring him back into the fold.  A quick snap of his head and his attention was focused onto the fleet of prickly pests that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, only to watch half of them get chunked by a ferocious, controlled swing of an axe from Brax.  Ishida nodded in enthusiastic approval as he flung his own arm to the side, his hand already balled into a fist which soon transformed into a grip around the handle of his sword as it materialized.  Without missing another beat, the boy charged forward toward the cactuars, kicking up small cascades of sand with each heavy footfall.

"Come on!" he roared as soon as he got in close proximity to the enemies, taunting them with his menacing howl.  In preparation of the attacks to come, he raised his shield before his heavily armored body while doing his best to keep all of the spiny troublemakers in his field of view.

>> Howl used.  +3 Hate all opponents.

As the spin of his stool started to slow, he came face to face with Brax.  Ishida's eyes were wide but not because of surprise or anything but simply because he was attempting to amuse himself as an attempt to alleviate his own boredom.  That kind of thing might fail to find a home within Brax's thought process though, so the teen immediately reverted his face back to its normal, plain look.  "Unwell?  You could say that.  I've been bored out of my mind lately, Brax.  Everyone is so serious around here.  I get the fact that we should take this game seriously but dang--we've been stuck in here a long time and are barely making any progress.  I think people can afford to take a little time to have some excitement."

Ishida lifted his hands into the air before him; his fingers spread wide and menacingly toward the roof, curling just a bit as if he were going to gouge his own eyes out.  Soon after, they lifelessly fell back into his lap and then were jammed into the pockets of his white, fur-lined coat as he hopped off of his seat.  "Ah well.  I'm going to head out for now, Brax.  If you want to hit up a quest or something soon, let me know.  I'm always free."

Ishida offered a faint smile as he backpedaled a few feet.  Turning around, he snaked through the raucous group and exited the tavern.

Ishida exits.

Ishida came out to the front of the shop after hearing the front door open.  Just over the top of the counter, he could see a mess of pink hair sticking out.  "Huh?" he said, his confusion over the situation made audible.  Calmly, he made his way to the counter and looked at the girl.  "You have an order?  But the only orders I've taken are.."

The PM, he thought.  She had to be Himeko.  I mean, he was no Sherlock Holmes but knowing he had only taken orders from a Himeko and Brax, and unless Brax somehow reverted into the form of a young girl, kind of helped him out in this regard.  "So you're Himeko, then?  I think I saw you in the tavern the other day.  You were with that other girl... the one with the bright pink hair. The sad one.  I wasn't trying anything creepy, I swear!  I just--pink hair--it was entrancing."

Either way, he dug into the inventory of his shop and pulled out the Astra.  "Here is your order.  It's a beaut, if you ask me.  I really like how this one turned out."

Ishida trades <<Astra>> to Himeko.

Name: The Axe of Sir Rated
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 6
ID: 48094
Roll: 12+1
Item Type: Weapon
Quality: Perfect, Tier 2
Enhancements: +6 DMG
Description: Rated T for tearing.  This axe maims, severs, mauls and cleaves with the greatest of ease!  Now, maybe if Sir Rated was as sharp as his axe's serrations, he'd still be around to use it.

Name: The Armor of Sir Vival
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 6
ID: 48095
Roll: 12+1
Item Type: Heavy Armor, Chestpiece
Quality: Perfect, Tier 2
Enhancements: +54 MIT
Description: It is said that the one who wears the Armor of Sir Vival will never know the meaning of pain or experience the horrors of death.  Sir Vival wished someone had told him about that before he had taken it off for his bath.

Name: The Greaves of Sir Loin
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 6
ID: 48142
Roll: 11+1
Item Type: Heavy Armor, Greaves
Quality: Perfect, Tier 2
Enhancements: +2 Recovery, +18 MIT
Description: Sir Loin was known throughout the land for the impressive nature of his thighs.  Not for their substantial girth but for the armor that guarded them.  The Greaves of Sir Loin provided him with the protection to keep his bits intact while supplying him with the energy to go on and on and on.

Name: The Shoulderguards of Sir Racha
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 6
ID: 48149
Roll: 11+1
Item Type: Heavy Armor, Shoulderguards
Quality: Perfect, Tier 2
Enhancements: +2 Recovery, +18 Thorns
Description: On the battlefield with Sir Racha, it wasn't his sword you needed to look out for; it was his shoulders.  There are many things that could be said about a man who shimmied and swayed like a latin king in the middle of the sword fight but they better be complimentary, or you might end up with your eye poked out by his spiked pauldrons.

With half of Brax's order already done and waiting appraisal, Ishida thought it best to try and tackle the remaining pieces of gear bright and early in the morning.  After all, Brax was a reliable customer and he didn't want to keep the man waiting.  That wasn't how you kept clientele.  The boy stifled a yawn as he slipped into his shop and immediately head to his staging area where he prepared for today's crafting.

Oh, he was so close.  He scratched his head as he looked over his inventory, his free hand swiping through the menus casually.  Ishida shrugged and plucked the last "Crafter's Respite" out of his inventory and quaffed it.  He was bound and determined to finish this order as soon as possible.

CRAFTER'S RESPITE X1 USED (0 REMAINING)

Ishida snapped out of his daze as Brax wandered in.  The boy gave the stout man a polite wave as he approached the counter and started filling out a series of order forms for new pieces of gear.  "Yeah, Knights of the Blood Oath.  I was roped in by Opal.  I figured it was a better idea to join than wander around Aincrad as a solo tank.  I would never get anything accomplished."

The teenage blacksmith looked over the specs of Brax's desired equipment and nodded as he filed through them.  "Level 25, huh?  Getting pretty close then?  I imagine I would be getting up there if I didn't spend so much time wandering around the First Floor."  He shrugged.  "I'll take care of this for you, Brax.  I'll shoot you a message as soon as I finish up."

+32 Materials

Name: Astra
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 6
ID: 48074
Roll: 12+1
Item Type: Rapier
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: +3 Damage
Description: An elegant weapon sized appropriately for a young fighter.  Astra's cross guard is reminiscent of the spread wings of a free flying bird.  It's blade; the color of a mature red robin and hand sharpened to a fine point.

Everything was different now.  He wasn't just a boy wandering around Aincrad alone, he was a member of a respectable guild.  It was good feeling but at the same time, he yearned for that independence that not having to answer to anyone afforded him.  Either way, he still had his shop and woke up every morning with the yearning to put hammer to metal and create something wonderful.

This evening, he entered into his shop through the backdoor to get some late night crafting going on.

Right away, a success.  Ishida could tell that this particular item would make a customer very happy.

"Staying alive?  I guess.  I mean, I'm still moving around in Aincrad.  For all I know, I could be starving to death in my apartment, you know?  I suppose I could be in a hospital, too.  I hope I have a pretty nurse."  Ishida smacked his bare fists together at the thought; a hopeful look was pleasantly illuminating his face.  As to Brax's observation of the various ongoing activities plaguing the tavern, he took a fine look and assertively nodded his head in agreement.

"You know, I was a troublemaker when I was a kid but I don't nearly as bad as these... mongrels."  Ishida resorted to shrugging his shoulders.  "Oh well, I guess kids will be kids.  More power to them for being able to let loose in a game like this, knowing they are just a hair's breadth away from death.  I'm actually a little jealous, to be honest.  I could.. really use some fun."

Ishida was uncomfortable.  In this virtual world, as it was in the natural world beyond, it was a complete pain to break in new clothes and while the fabrics of his new coat, shirt, and pants weren't harsh against his skin, the white and red colors of the Blood Oath were completely not his style.  That discomfort was more than apparent as he made his way into the bustling tavern, after having to squeeze by a couple of stagnant souls meandering in the entrance.  The teenager rolled his shoulders a few times over as if he was trying to shrug his way into accepting the weight of the light, vibrant clothing--which was a stark contrast in comparison to the ebony, unyielding heavy armor he was used to wearing. Just the thought of his beautifully crafted armor was enough to draw a dour expression out of the raven-haired young man, knowing that it was now modeled on a mannequin in the back of his shop in favor of his knew armor under the Blood Oath banner.

Much like those before him, Ishida surveyed the busy-busy bees fluttering about the tavern after he fully passed the threshold.  His rusty brown eyes didn't catch much in the way of familiarity upon the faces of the tavern's occupants as he scanned over them--with the exception of the stalwart, stonefaced Brax.  An eyebrow quirked as an incredulous grin formed to the crease of his mouth as he puzzled over the thought of seeing Brax everywhere he went.  Geez, this guy.  Is there anywhere I can go where he isn't?  For such an adventurous guy, he seems to spend a lot of time loitering.

Well, at least Brax didn't look like he was as depressed as some of the others nestled up against the counter.  Really, Brax didn't look like he experienced emotion at all but that was kind of his thing, so Ishida let it slide.  It was then, as his held gaze fell away from Brax's gargoyle grimace, that his eyes took in the most lively hair color he had seen in all of Aincrad.  Pink--bright, beautiful pink.  The teen was drawn to it like a moth to a flame and although he could feel his shoeclad feet slowly shuffle forward toward the illustrious cotton candy-colored distraction, he was powerless to stop himself.  His bare, nimble fingers stretched out long, reaching for just a touch of the neon brilliance no more than a foot away from him.  However, before he did make that contact, before so awkwardly attempting to touch a girl's flamboyant hair, Ishida snapped back to reality and just the same, snapped his fingers shut against the palm of his outstretched hand.

It was then that he noticed the younger girl sitting besides the girl before him.  She has pink hair, too?!  I didn't even know these were an option!  Why am I stuck with the default black?  I should have spent more time playing around in character creation!  Then he heard the conversation--sadness, living on the streets--nothing but depression waiting to happen.  Everyone in Aincrad had a sad story, it seemed.  Ishida's shoulders slumped and a mock, pained look blossomed on the sharp, youthful features of his face before he turned on heel and walked around to the other side of Shizuka.  He crawled into a swiveling stool at the counter.

Man, I just want to do something fun, he thought inwardly as he spun around in a circle upon his revolving seat.

It was a quiet day around his shop, like always, which led Ishida to go traipsing around the first floor in search of something to alleviate the burden of his boredom.  As luck would have it, his boots brought him to the open front door of a tavern he had been in once or twice before.  The inky haired teen strolled into the bowels of the tavern with his hands jammed deep into the pockets of his pants and upon seeing the rambunctious patrons in starter armor, made a loop and walked right back out as if he immediately regretted the decision to even enter the establishment in the first place.

Sigh.  Dang it.  Ishida inwardly muttered.  In the back of the tavern, he had caught sight of a familiar shock of blonde hair; he had seen Teselmar lurking in there.  Grumbling, he pivoted upon his heels and re-entered the building, doing his best not make eye contact with the crazed peanut gallery as he snaked his way over to his buddy--only pausing to bump his fist against Brax's shoulder as he passed by.  He pulled into a chair next to Teselmar and whispered under his breath.  "What... the heck.. is going on here?"

[OOC: I apologize for the delay.  I should be back in action now.]

"I know, I know.  I'll get working on something right away..." he said demurely after Opal had beaten him down with her words.  Ishida was only kidding in the first place but Opal's devotion to the Knights of the Blood Oath pierced the thick hide of his sarcasm.  The teen grumbled as they sauntered further out into the desert in search of the missing cargo, not at all pleased with those hot arid winds that were cutting through the gaps in his armor.  It was times like these that he really wished he had crafted a helmet for himself, which would have afforded some protection to the pelts of sand that repeatedly left his face stinging.

"I don't suppose anyone knows what exactly we're looking for right?  Opal, have you taken this quest before?"  Ishida raised his shield to simultaneously block the hot wind and the burning sun as he looked to Opal, unwilling to let those minor inconveniences interrupt his question.  Honestly, he was just trying to figure out how long he'd be stuck out here in these uncomfortable elements.

ID# 47782
CD: 10 (No damage)
LD: 16

Clunk.  His armored foot rang soundly as his toe caught on something just beneath the sand.  As a result, Ishida nearly fell over and planted his face right into the bowels of the blistering sand.  That would have been painful.  Reeling around in a fit of instantaneous anger, he was surprised to find a chunk of workable metal ore at his feet.  A look of muted pleasure washed over his features as he picked it up, though that didn't really mask the fiery ire that bubbled up to the surface just moments before.

[Loot: +1 material]

Name: Bastion of the Blood Oath
Your Profession: Blacksmith
Your Rank: Rank 5
ID: 46796
Roll: 12+1=12
Item Type:  Heavy Armor - Tier 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: +27 Damage Mitigation
Description: Pristine white heavy armor accented by highlights of blood red, marked on the round of each pauldron with the crimson symbol heralding membership to the Knights of the Blood Oath.

Name: Bulwark of the Blood Oath
Your Profession: Blacksmith
Your Rank: Rank 5
ID: 46799
Roll: 11+1=12
Item Type:  Shield - Tier 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: +2 Thorns, +1 Regen
Description: A large white tower shield lined with an embossed silver edge.  Proudly emblazoned upon the center of this protective masterpiece lies the bold crimson sigil belonging to the Knights of the Blood Oath.

Name: Bracers of the Blood Oath
Your Profession: Blacksmith
Your Rank: Rank 5
ID: 46800
Roll: 12+1=12
Item Type:  Heavy Armor - Tier 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: +2 Regen, +1 Paralyze
Description: A simple pair of snow white heavy bracers each marked with ornate red crosses.

There was a wave of relief that hit him once Opal affirmed that she was not going to kill him.  That relief was almost as as refreshing as an actual wave of water hitting him, which was something he could really, really go for right about now.  Ishida watched in his periphery as Teselmar and Brax headed out into the desert to greet the incoming NPC that would start their quest.  With his attention pulled away, he only barely heard Opal's comment about his dark colored armor which immediately caused him to softly frown.

Ishida dropped to one knee at the very edge of the town; his knee plate scraped against the sand covered tile marking the end of civilization as he did so.  Armored fingers stretched out to toy with the sand, going so far as to draw the kanji of his name in its ever shifting face.  Although he knew that sand was hot to the touch, he could not feel its heat through the protection of his gauntlet.  He was glad for that but on the other hand, that meant that every bit of heat that was within his armor was retained as well.  Ishida was a walking sauna.

"Come on.  You know I wouldn't look anywhere near as good in white and red as I do in black.  It's kinda my thing.  Besides, you don't pick up girls wearing white, Opal.  There's no such thing as a "bad boy in white" look.  Girls see my black armor and they're like--dang, no one is gonna want to mess with him."  Ishida said with a certain enthusiasm.  He was half kidding but it was still humorous to him, none the less.

With a grunt, he pushed back up to his feet and let the sand accumulated in his gauntlet slip through his fingers and back to the desert below.  Reluctance was apparent in his melting expression as he started to follow after the rest of the group and into the further assault of the desert winds.  Ishida already knew, he was going to need a cold bath after this--maybe a dunk in a frozen lake on the fourth floor was in order?

Thud.  Ishida's head deliberately dropped and smacked against the smooth counter-top of the bar before him.  The pain that swelled in his forehead was nothing compared to the agony of listening to the people at the table tucked away in the corner behind him so willingly devote themselves to one another.  The teenager, who's hair was as black as a raven's feathers, had been around long enough to know that you didn't just treat life in Aincrad as if it were a video game.  As much as it was a game, it wasn't; they were dealing with life and death in here.  In fact, it was those who thought of it more as a recreation with no consequences that you really needed to watch out for.  To them, your life meant nothing and if something were to happen to you--well, that was just part of the game.

He slowly peeled his forehead off of the polished wood before placing it in the comforting expanse of his closely held hands.  Ishida rubbed his face as if he were psyching himself up to combat the uninformed gaggle of new players prattling on just beyond the back of his stool.  Taking a hold on the mug of root beer just to the side of him, he took one last sip before swiveling around in his stool to completely face the players.  Hopping down, his shoes hit with a soft thud upon the hardwood floor; his subsequent footsteps leading up to the packed table were just as quiet.  In the midst of their conversation, he clunked down his hearty, wood and metal crafted mug onto the face of the table next to Brax.  It was right after that, that Ishida realized he had no idea what he was even doing.

"To answer your question, Poppy; yes, everyone is always this helpful but not always for the right reasons.  You guys," he said, gesturing with his free hand to the few players who were clearly as fresh as a newborn babe, "should really be more wary of who you get into bed with.  I mean, really--this guy?  It's obvious he's got some sort of issues.  He speaks eloquently as a poet yet still has trouble putting a sentence together.  No emotions whatsoever.  He's a less-human version of the Tin Man."  Ishida was speaking of Brax and indicated so by clapping him on his armored pauldron; the very same one that he, himself, had created.

"No offense Brax, you were just a good example.  I know you're solid."  An apology was issued to the man before releasing his shoulder; an uneasy smile curling to the corners of his mouth.  He proceeded to go around the circle, pointing out glaring flaws in each and every one of the people in their rag tag group.  "He's obviously drunk--and rambles.  Drunk guys in bars?  No thanks.  Him, never trust a guy who tries to squeeze into your party without first introducing himself.  That's just rude," he said pointedly at Komrk.  At last, he looked at Macradon, who wore the colors of the Knights of the Blood Oath, a guild to which Ishida also belonged to--mostly.  It was more than likely that he was also a stand up guy but there was just.. one thing.. he couldn't get past.  His name.

"Macaroon.  Gross.  I hate macaroons."

He paused for a moment to let all of that sink in and took a moment to nurse his root beer after his extended lecture.  His fingers plucked at the out of place sleeve of his black, long-sleeved shirt, pulling it back down to his wrist after it had bunched up somewhere along the length of his forearm.  Ishida always felt weird when he wasn't burdened by the weight of his heavy armor; he felt spry, youthful, like a kid again.

"That being said.  My name is Ishida," he introduced himself and proceeded to fold into a formal bow, a gesture that was quite common among the Japanese culture.  When he continued to speak, he addressed everyone.  "I'm not going to throw myself into your party but if you need any equipment, I have a shop located here on the first floor--the Midnight Armory--its a safe zone, so you don't have to worry about anything creepy.  I'm a blacksmith, so.. heavy armor, shields, weapons, you name it, I can make it."

There was nothing wrong with a little business advertisement.

"An~y~way," he dragged out with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.  He set his empty mug on the table.  "The moral of the story--be careful.  Tanks, like the nameless guy over here, are pretty useful.  I'm one myself so if you need any pointers, or one of you others need help with a field boss, you can hit me up.  Otherwise, good luck!  I'm sure we'll be seeing each other around."  At last, before he turned away, he focused his rusty brown eyes on Poppy and gave her a wink.  He started toward the exit, waving at the bartender and pointing to the group he just departed from.  Finally, he raised a casual peace sign and disappeared out the door.

Did.. did he just stick them with his tab?

Dang, Ishida was already sitting on some pieces that needed appraisal and he wasn't actually in desperate need of upgrading his equipment, so he planned on taking it slow for the next couple of days and save his materials.  Then he started thinking of the future and what he would need to become a better tank and before he knew it, he was back in his workshop again, stoking the fire of his forge.  You could never be too prepared for the future and who knows, maybe inspiration would hit him and he'd have some wares he'd be able to put on display for others to purchase.

Ishida just sort of grinned at Brax as he put two and two together regarding his sarcasm.  Brax was a character of great contrast in comparison to the rest of the folk he was known to hang around with, who were mostly vivacious and energetic.  The stalwart man was as flexible as the metal that protected his body.

Soon enough, Teselmar made his approach from out of his line of sight and clapped him soundly on his armored shoulder.  A pained look washed over his face at the man's comment, thinking about how terrible it was going to be in the desert.  A groan unconsciously slipped out of his mouth as he further let his imagination wander upon the idea of heavy perspiration and the weight of his armor on a dehydrated body.  "Yeah, thanks for reminding me.... ugh."

Brax and Teselmar continued to converse as Opal walked up.  Ishida gave a light wave to her at first but when she started to talk about how she was going to grade them as their commanding officer, he remembered the Knights of the Blood Oath initiation ceremony--the one he totally forgot to attend.  "Oh..." he quietly eeked out before realizing his great mistake.  "Oh!  Oh damn!  I f-forgot about th-the--the thing!  Don't kill me, Opal!"

Ishida was currently sitting on a good pile of materials and loved the feeling of not having to worry about when he would have to go out farming next would be.  That being the case, he wanted to stay sitting high but that would mean he couldn't craft.  It was quite the predicament.  He could always devote his time to farming over and over again but that would be boring.  He really had no reason to craft other than satiating his desire to--I mean, its not like he had orders waiting out the door or anything.

Oh well, he was gonna craft anyway.

"Oh yeah, no problem. It'll be good to get out of the shop for a while.  You just send me a message when you're ready and I'll bounce on over."  Ishida continued his wave and disappeared.

---

The next day, he had received a message from Brax to join him on the fifth floor for a questing adventure.  Now, he didn't know Brax real well and just crafted him some pretty reliable armor, he wasn't about to just go gallivanting around with a stranger--so he was more than likely going to invite Teselmar and Opal along too.  Opal was the strongest player he knew; surely she'd have no problem putting a rogue down that was causing trouble.

Before he headed out to the adventure, he figured he'd pop into his forge and craft up some new items before taking the rest of the day off.

No sooner than Ishida materialized on to the floor, he was hit by the heat of the wind rolling off the desert.  The teen had been here before with Opal and Teselmar and it was just as bad now as it was then.  He immediately regretted agreeing to help Brax with this quest.  Nothing to do with Brax, he was fine as far as an emotionless block of stone came but that hot, dry air was just hell on a kid in plate armor.  There was a look of mock pain on his face as he stepped down from the teleport pad and made his way along the path into the town of Armadillo.

His armor clinked and clanked the entire way through the town as he sought out the rendezvous point that Brax had sent him in an earlier PM, only briefly losing focus when he passed by the cantina that he had drowned himself in refreshments the last adventure through here.  He sure would have liked to stop and have another drink right now--they didn't even bother to card him last time!  As if such a thing as drinking age mattered in the world of Aincrad.  Eventually, though, he found Brax standing vigilant at the edge of town, staring into the winding winds and sandy dunes of the desert beyond.

"Hey Brax.  Are you ready for a fun day in the sun?!" he said with apparent sarcasm and false excitement.  "I hope you don't mind, I invited a couple of pals along.  I figured it would be better if we brought a group along, just in case things got a little hairy.  Always travel in numbers!"

A satisfied smile grew on his lips as he watched Brax examine his craftsmanship.  It was clear that the man before him wasn't usually one that dealt with social interactions too well but he was glad to see that he was at least attempting some sort of interaction.  When Brax extended his hand for a handshake, Ishida's brows raised in surprise but he didn't skip a beat in sticking his own hand into the man's and giving him a firm handshake; probably not nearly as firm as Brax's but that was okay.

"You're more than welcome.  Like I said, come back any time.  I plan to be here for the long haul."

He retrieved his hand and then used it to give Brax a wave as he stepped back away from his counter and headed back into his workshop.

Ishida came out from around back with a dirty rag in his hands, wiping away the soot and grime that came from handling coal and unrefined metal.  In reality, he didn't have to even bother with such things because of the menu driven nature of the game but to take that realism and own it, made the boy's stay in Aincrad much more bearable.

"Hey Brax, welcome back," he said cordially as he stepped up to his counter and stood across from the adventurer.  "Sorry for the delay, I had a real string of bad luck.  No worries, though!  I was able to fashion the armor you requested."  As he finished saying so, he set down the rag and opened his interface.  A few quick flicks of his wrist and an extended finger and the trade prompt for Brax's customized breastplate was pushed over to the gruff man.

• -Veteran's Breastplate of the Midnight Armory
• +5 Materials

"I hope it serves you as well as my armor serves me.  You let me know if you need anything else, okay?  If I'm ever not around, go ahead and leave an order form or shoot me a message."

Name: Veteran's Breastplate of the Midnight Armory
Profession: Blacksmith
Rank: 5
ID: 46593
Roll: 12+1
Item Type: Heavy Armor - Tier 1
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: +27 mitigation
Description: A silver breastplate that would go unnoticed, if not for two things: first, it is worn and beaten, with a look as if it has been through multiple battles, and yet still it maintains it's integrity of for; second, the metal is stained with blood, the deep red splotches almost glowing in the heat of combat, as if infusing the bearer with the strength of those who have come before.  Over the heart it bears the insignia of the Midnight Armory.

Ishida was walking around his shop, just marveling at the craftsmanship of his newly forged Midnight Hammer.  From what he was able to gather, the hammer itself would help him with his crafting by aiding him in turning out better equipment.  He couldn't argue with that.  It looked like it was forged out of a solid chunk of obsidian; a large, square onyx head and a handle wrapped in inky black leather.  It was beautiful, honestly.  He was excited to get swinging with it!