“Ah–my apologies, I probably should have explained from the beginning. I’ve been working on some enchantments that should–I hope–make for better, more effective armor for our soldiers.”
Viren gestured down to the tunic he wore, fitted loosely over his regular tunic.
“These fibers are woven with a mixture of powdered basilisk scales, among other various spellcasting components.” He’d had to take up weaving in order to produce this prototype, as none of the court-appointed seamstresses had the stomach to try, but that was besides the point. And in any case, it was true that any job worth doing was worth doing yourself. “If I’ve adjusted the proportions appropriately, and been successful in casting the enchantment, this tunic should have a shock distribution effect that will minimize the impact of any direct blunt force. In order to know if it’s successful, however, I need to test it in action.”
He glanced pointedly at Harrow, then down at his fists.
“One good punch to the gut should suffice.”
❝Viren...❞ Harrow started, before thinking better of it with a heavy sigh. While he had his reservations, and likely always would where any dark magic was concerned, Viren had made some advancements in the past.
His eyes follow his friend’s gesture, admittedly amused by the thought of the mage sitting at a loom to make this... Well, it looked like a regular tunic. Maybe a bit loose, a bit sloppily woven, but a regular tunic. Harrow can’t be quite sure, but if this was magical, shouldn’t it look a bit more... Interesting? Turning his attention back to Viren, he sighed again, defeated. ❝You’re really not giving me another choice, are you? This better work.❞
He really, really hoped it would work.
The king hesitated, noticing the rather pointed look Viren gave him. No, he really wasn’t getting out of this one. He sighed again, before balling his fist and swinging, aimed for just under Viren’s ribs.
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