Reconstructing the Armour

[Zezimus 1523]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4YWSsSMjvTQ&feature=related

Itnan, 7th of the Deep Cold, Year 54

Morgrim grimaces as he reads over the letter, announcing peace with Oren, his distrust for them somewhat lessened but a burning hatred still within him for the Teuton's actions at Kal'Anart and Arethor. Now they could finally begin on finding a way to pass through the poisonous fogs of Hanseti. He sets the letter down on the table before him, turning towards two of his most trusted kin, Rehnof and Grumdul.

"Lads, open t'e crate, it beh toime tae begin our work..."

He makes his way out from the keep and down a staircase, into the armoury of Kal'Anart, the two Dwarves accompanying close behind him. As they reach the forge, besides them lays a large crate, tightly and securely nailed shut. Morgrim grins slightly, gesturing for the two Dwarves to unnail it. As the Dwarves steadily lift it open, Morgrim's eyes widen at the sight of what lays before him, a full set of Teutonic armour, the only known piece of technology capable of allowing passage through the thick fog of Hanseti. With this, they had their only means of doing battle with the dishonourable, those who insulted his kin and struck them down with no honour or remorse. He disdained the Teutons for their actions and would do all it took to have the armour reforged.

Tolta, 15th of the Deep Cold, Year 54

Much had happened that month, Morgrim grew weary and tired of war planning after what had taken place in Arethor and the hostilities that had come as a result. Having made peace with Oren, it now befell upon him to find a way through the poisonous fogs of Hanseti, a matter that perplexed him. Not only did the fogs cover the snowy peeks, bordering Renatus but also the coastal regions. Morgrim thought back to what he was told. "The fog originated from beneath Hanseti, there is no way of passing through the caves." He sits down, holding his head, thinking of everything he has been told. "The helmet is built with something called a respiratory system." he remembers the Black Company agent telling him. "You will need to find what materials the armour is crafted from, in order to protect the skin from harm. Then there is the stones... The armour holds some magical properties granted by stones, found only in Hanseti. The stones allow the user to use the armour with no impendents, due to its weight or size. Mirtok was always a proud one... The bulkiness of the armour is only meant for indimidation, with the Dwarf's size, armoured in a lighter form of this suit, the stones may not be neccessary..."

Irba 25th of the Deep Cold, Year 54

Morgrim lifts himself up from the chair and walks over to the crate, his eyes narrowing sligtly. He remembers the TAC mask he had been offered by a member of the Black Company that Mirtok had given out during the plague. It was possible that the respiratory system on the masks used a similar technology to the helmets. Morgrim continues staring at the helmet, his mind unsure of who will be able to redesign such an advanced technology. He turns around, making his way back up into the market sector of Kal'Anart, calling forth two members of clan Grandaxe to deliver an important package to Kal'Dwain. There resided, the only engineer he knew who he trusted and had the experience neccessary to reconstruct the system, a fellow Dwarf by the name of Dom Irongut. Morgrim calls for Arcane to place the mask into a seperate crate, which is nailed shut and loaded onto a cart. The same is then done with the armour and the cart is taken by horse along the deep roads to the Dwarven Hold of Kal'Dwain, home to the Irongut Clan.

Sabet 28th of the Deep Cold, Year 54

After three days of journeying along the deep roads, alongside his three kinsmen, the cart is hauled into Kal'Dwain. Morgrim nods to Dom as he enters the hold, pulling him aside for a brief moment.

"Wut ah am about tae give ye beh rare in number... Ye musn't lose er misplace t'is n' tell nay un t'at ye possess it. Nut any uv t'e Ironguts, Gold'and er Grandaxes are tae know uv t'is, nay matter uv t'eir rank er title. Beh t'at understood?"

Dom nods slowly and Morgrim whispers some more words into his ear, inaudible to any onlookers, before departing. Dom glances for a moment at the crate, a grim expression crossing his face, before immediately having his assistants wheel it into his private workshop.

((Myself and others working on this RPly will be updating this thread with any new information and developments we find on the armour.))

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

[[i don't think it's possible to reconstruct the armor without damaging the Orbs or whatever. Also whose armor is that exactly? There are only 9 in existance and most of the Teutons are in hiding, did you actually capture a Teuton ^.^]]

[Zezimus 1523]

[[i don't think it's possible to reconstruct the armor without damaging the Orbs or whatever. Also who's armor is that exactly? There are only 9 in existance and most of the Teutons are in hiding, did you actually capture a Teuton ^.^]]

((We were given it by a group calling the Black Company who are also doing research on the armour. I'm guessing they would have captured a Teuton to acquire it. While we don't plan to actually tamper with or replicate the armour exactly, we're looking into ways to build a lighter form of it that doesn't require the stones.))

[Phelrin 60]

((I believe we can already enter Hanseti without the armor

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/53520-teutonic-anti-contagion-filtration-masks/

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/53544-tac-mask-distribution/

Unless their was something else I was missing in the first place))

((Never mind, you brought that up in the post. I thought they were the same thing))

[MajesticOwyn 334]

Itnan, 14th of The Amber Cold, Year 54

Lohrim stood before him in his massive steel suit of armor. He had seen glimpses of this new armor that the Order used in Arethor, though, never this close. It disgusted him, the men of these new black cross' had lost their sense of identity, of who they were. The black cross was found to represent the five gods of the ancient Hansetian people. Honra sat in the middle, Fägäri, Eldi, Rohkeus and Krenari at the tips. This new Hochmeister didn't follow this religion, him and his blasted "Order" were a bunch of pretenders.

Grim stared into Lohrim's eyes, as unrecognizable as they were. "You see? Mirtok has driven the Order to madness. He has betrayed everything that it used to stand for. Brotherhood, honour, loyalty? Brotherhood is gone, the honour is stained and the loyalty is demanded, not earned. He is a tyrant and a racist whom destroys the hearts of his own people. He changed in those mines, Lohrim, I found him there, I would know."

Lohrim moved his massive head in thought. "We have sat here long, Haleth, and what you say is true... I just can't believe it. I respected him, it is hard for me, yes?" He turned to Grim and nodded to him. "I see the truth in your words, all that the Order has become is a stain on what it used to be, I do not want to be apart of it."

Grim smiled under his mask. It was good to see another brother join his ranks and come out of his slumber. "Let us get the suit off of you, breath the air of freedom again."

With that he motioned for Cairne to come to his side and help. Cairne started to assist in the removal of the chest piece as Lohrim and Grim worked on the helmet. With a hiss and a pop, the helmet broke free from the suit as the air rushed in. "Breath, brother, breath the air." Lohrim smiled, the Lohrim that Grim had always remembered. They worked at the rest of the suit and placed the pieces against the wall of the house. Lohrim was freed and they all smiled, laughed even. It had been a long time since that sound had been heard from any of them.

Grim looked down at the suit, the very example of the Order he hated. He did not want to see it anymore, he did not want to see anything of these pretenders. He turned to Lohrim and spoke. "Welcome back brother, we'll put this blasted suit in a crate and forget about it. Welcome to the Black Company, welcome home." With that, Grim motioned for Cairne to help him store the pieces in a nearby crate. None of them wanted to see this abomination anymore, they would keep it in the basement until they had a use for it.

Joma, 4th of The Deep Cold, Year 54

Grim sat at his desk as he tapped his gauntlet on the table in thought. Morgrim had just left and he had promised to get the dwarf some more information on the suits. The tapping of his gauntlet echoed in the underground as his mind fired off thoughts at a rapid pace. Sudden anger poured through him as he backhanded a goblet off of the desk. One of his men HAD to know something more, he would not let Mirtok hide in his hole like a rat. It had been long since he had seen his homeland, the one he had been forced to leave. Honra did not look upon these lands as he looked upon the snowy wastes of Hanseti, it was empty here for him.

"Willow! Willow, blood and ashes, get in here!" Grim called loudly, the anger still there.

Willow's head popped up above the staircase as he climbed the stone steps. Grim let out a sigh as he sat back in his chair, calming slightly. Willow was the only one he had not questioned thoroughly about the suits, perhaps he knew something more.

"Willow, I need more information on the suits. Tell me everything you know about the materials that were used in it's making, as well as the mask itself."

Willow nodded nervously as he began to speak. "The suit is made out of double-plated steel, the finest that could be found in Oren. The size of the suits were made up for by the enchanted stones, reducing their weight so that a normal man could wear them. I know nothing of the filter in the mask, only that the mask itself was sealed airtight to the body. The entire suit must be airtight so that none of the pink cloud can get in." He paused quickly and picked up a sack, tossing it onto the desk. "You may find that useful, it was given to the populace of Hanseti during the plague, along with the masks."

Grim leaned forward and opened the sack containing a mask and a tome. Hastily, he undid the strap on the tome and opened the book. It seemed to be an instruction manual on how to use and care for the mask during the plague. Perhaps Morgrim would find some use in this. Grim nods to Willow and opens his mouth to speak. "So there is nothing more to the suits? No special material used in its making? The steel protects the body from the cloud and then the mask filters the air. It seems like figuring out how exactly it does that is the last step in figuring out how to make these suits."

Grim sat there and began to think again, putting the information he knew through it's paces in his head. Finally, he nodded to Willow a last time and motioned for him to go.

In the name of Honra, he would see Hanseti again, he would free it from these Black Cross pretenders.

Joma, 33rd of The Deep Cold, Year 54

Grim stalked out of the room he had been led to in Kal'Anart, Brother Silent at his back. After his talk with Willow he had searched for more information. Unfortunately, anyone that knew something about the suits were dead, hiding, or with him. No matter, he had told Morgrim everything that his men had told him, it may be enough for them to make their own suit. He was confident that they could make a lighter version of the suit, one that did not require these enchanted stones so that a man could wear them. A single layer of fine quality steel and the mask would be all that was needed, though the mask itself would prove troublesome to recreate as it was unfamiliar technology.

Descending the steps eagerly, Grim nodded to himself. If anyone could remake this suit for others, it would be a Dwarf.

[Mirtok 2853]

((Well this just gets me super butthurt, and I wonder how Willow knows so much without me telling him anything. The suits were developed in the university, Segari spent his time down in the mines and missed just about everything.))

Edit: I'll let it go, just don't let him know anything more *chuckles))

[shields12347 133]

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[Mirtok 2853]

((The good-ol days.))

[doom6153 57]

Ahad, 34 of the Deep Cold, Year 54

Dom sits down at his desk inspecting the TAC mask. He then looks over to the armor and sees that the re-breather look very similar. Smiling to himself since he can work with just the TAC mask. Muttering to himself he says, "Tiome tu get tu wurk." Dom pops the clips on one of the filter tubes. Looking into the open tube and looks at the filters and the mechanisms inside. He begins by delicately turning the filters and pushing and pulling slightly till the filter pad pops out. Dom then repeats the process on the other filter pad. Dom quickly jots down a diagram of the filter pad and examines the actual material of filter and jots some notes next to the diagram. He then jots down a diagram of where the parts appear to be in the tube. Dom then slowly and methodical removes the mechanism in the tube. Setting the mechanism down he draws a careful and exact drawing of the mechanism.

Taking a leather cap Dom attaches a pair of goggles to the helm. He then forms a face mask out of leather. He cuts two holes and attaches two metal cylinders to the holes of the mask that are close replicates of the ones from the original mask. Then Dom uses a slime based adhesive to attach and seal a new set of mechanisms and filters into the cylinders. Clamping the caps to the cylinders, he then sows the mask to the helm and goggles. Dom the adds some extra leather to make an airtight ring that goes around the neck. Finally Dom add some more sealing adhesive to all the seams of the new mask. Sighing Dom sits back and relaxes while he waits for the adhesive to dry.

[Zezimus 1523]

Tolta, 3rd of Snows Maiden, Year 54

Morgrim once again passes through the gates of Kal'Dwain, having previously met with Captain Grim at Kal'Anart, a number of days ago. The walk to Dwain along the deep roads had been difficult on the Dwarf, his legs having grown weak over the long days of traveling. Upon hearing word of Morgrim's arrival, Dom leaves his workshop, walking over towards the red faced Dwarf, in his arm, a prototype respiratory system, made from the various materials, found within the Dwarven kingdom. Morgrim glances at Dom for a moment, before immediately outstretching his arm, pointing towards Dom's creation.

"T'en t'is beh it, eh?" asks Morgrim as Dom lifts the mask like object up, Morgrim grasping hold of it in his large hands. "Aye, ah studied t'e technology in bot' tae mask n' t'e 'elmet. Ah believe t'is should allow ye tae breave in t'e fog." Dom replies. Morgrim immediately places the mask into a large leather satchel. "T'ank ye Dom... Ah will need a lut more uv t'ese... Enough tae supply an armeh uv us..."

Morgrim thanks Dom once again, attempting to keep the mask out of sight. He could no longer walk further along the deep roads, the days had been long and most tiresome compared to what he was used to. He payed the mina to rent out a room in the local tavern, resting himself down onto the hard but welcoming bed that the room consisted of. He gazes up at the stone ceiling, his body numb but his mind restless. Soon, he thought... Soon he would have the first set of Dwarven crafted armour, capable of allowing passage into Hanseti. With that, he could finally seek the vengeance he so eagerly desired and the ultimate defeat of the Teutonic Order. In the morning, he would begin his final journey back to Kal'Anart to inform his Uncle, Skath Grandaxe, of the armour that would need smithing.

[Hiebe 2493]

*ever since he felt the influx of magical power within the hold he has been on the look out for it. After seeing this small meeting he wonders what secrets could be had between the two dwarves. He waits outside the tavern with his two guards Alfred and Alfy Irongut for the red dwarf to exit*

[Zezimus 1523]

Irba, 4th of Snows Maiden, Year 54

Morgrim steps outside the tavern, ready to once again make the long journey home towards Kal'Anart. He keeps the satchel close to him, occasionally looking over his shoulder to ensure that nobody is following. Upon stepping outside, he notices Hiebe standing besides him, accompanied by his two personal guard. He nods respectfully, somewhat expecting the old Dwarf to say something.

[Hiebe 2493]

*motions him over to his personal room to talk about his little secret but leaves his guards outside to keep the secret a actual secret.*

[Zezimus 1523]

Morgrim nods and follows Hiebe inside, awaiting to see what the Dwarf has to ask him. He seats himself down in the room.

[Hiebe 2493]

"Whut ya duin er in da south sneakin around me old mate? Im not tu worried just concerned."