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This is a suit of chain-mail armor, allowing flexibility, that was also layered with heavy cloth on the inside for comfort and light cloth on the outside to make it look like clothing. This is a Shirt and pants set that comes with a padded chain-mail cap that is made the same as the rest of it, the Boots are just simple leather with some metal plates attached to the outside to help with kicking and the like.
Type: Armor, Class: Medium, Quality: Common
This is a short one-foot plunger, it looks many years old and the rubber appeared to be hardened. The wooden handle has shifted colors to a grey-brown and has patches of fungus growing on it.
Type: Relic, Quality: Common
Forged from unknown alloy by Gorgon Craftsman this five-foot-long mace, where the handle takes up most of the mace’s length. The handle is wrapped in thin leather strips, and at the end, a foot round ball of metal comprised of the same alloy the handle is forged from. Spikes stick out from the surface of the mace-head allowing it to land a devastating blow to anything it hits. It gets its name from how the metal was found, a burning light fell from above and crashed within the forests of Gorgonia, it was then taken and forged into what you see now.
Type: Weapon, Class: Medium, Quality: Common
This is a wooden torch that is always on fire, it gives light in the darkness and can be used to start fires. It comes in its own pouch that you put the flame end inside of. Doing this puts the flame out until it is taken out once more which allows it to light itself. Water can put the torch out but it will remain hot and evaporate the water and relight after a time.
He is a foul creature, putrid and disgusting even! The pot-bellied gorgon that came from Gorgonia though magical means. Sent there though way of the elementals. He did not want to go, but he was an outcast on his own world. No one wanted to be around him.
Not to say he is malicious in any way, but his ways of battle differed to much even for the crude gorgon race. No one wanted to be around him because he stank, his attacks were that of bile and filth.
It was for the best he supposed. So now banished to Solaris he must now make his own way. And to do that he must find were he belongs, a difficult task for someone like him who uses filth as a weapon. When he arrived he had the bare minimum of items but he does enjoy using a club or spiked mace.
He seeks a home among the brimstone and places normal folks would not dare live, but to him it would be a haven, a place of belonging.
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