![]() ![]() When donning this wicked carapace, the wearer hears whispering voices, voices that tell an ancient tragedy - voices that whisper the names Tyros and Telith. The strange metal of this primordial armor always carries an unholy chill, even in the noonday sun. The pinnacle of protection, steel armor is a solid wall of defense against any type of attack, but the extreme weight requirements mean that the wearer must sacrifice mobility. This eldritch chest armor bears markings and script so old no living scholar could decipher them. My heart is welded to your heart, my soul is part of your soul! Were I still in death and you fighting for life, I would come back to the abyss to aid you-aye, whether my spirit floated with the purple sails on the crystal sea of paradise, or writhed in the molten flames of hell! I am yours, and all the gods and all their eternities shall not sever us! I have lain in your arms, panting with the violence of our love you have held and crushed and conquered me, drawing my soul to your lips with the fierceness of your bruising kisses. This frigid armor of adamantine strength marks one as devout to Ymir, Father of Giants, Lord of Storm and War. ![]() Crafted at Improved Armorer's Bench Description “ And in that instant she flung her arms toward the lights that glowed in the skies above her and cried out in a voice that rang in Conans ears for ever after: Ymir Oh, my father, save me. ![]()
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