Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-31296352-20190211033204

Upon reaching his private quarters, Elias swiftly changed out of his regal garments and into his leathers.

Soon after, he fetched his silvery, long sleeve mail hauberk. Where he swiftly donned it and fastened it securely around his body.

Once he had his hauberk equipped, he then went to a large dresser in his room. Whereupon opening it, revealed an armor rack with a full set of ornate plate armor. [2]  After giving it a quick look, he took a deep breath and then counted down both verbally and on his fingers.

"Three, two, one, go!"

He then swiftly started removing pieces from the rack and started equipping them.

Unlike most nobles, Elias took great pride in his ability to get in and out of his armor without any assistance. He also took it a step further, by challenging himself to beat his previous time. Though he did not always succeed, he still put in the effort.

After equipping his armor in just under two minutes, he then moved over to the adjacent wall and retrieved his kite shield. His shield was somewhat large and also ornate like his armor. It's most noticeable feature though, was the Altmoran sigil which took up the bulk of the shield's face: A great golden eagle, with a kite shield for a body, and wings that were made up of blades rather than feathers; with the iconic cross of the order right below it.

After equipping his shield, Elias moved to retrieve his last item: His blade. He found it hanging with his belt on the far wall. And after retrieving it, he drew it from it's sheath; revealing a forty inch long blade with four gold glowing runes running down the length on each side. The hilt bore a likeness to the Altmoran sigil, as golden wings composed the guard and a golden eagle's head with jeweled eyes composed the pommel.

After giving the royal blade a long look, he leaned his forehead against the flat of the blade, and uttered a silent prayer to both Ares and the Lord Mother herself. Once he finished, he sheathed his blade, strapped his belt to his waist, and then left to join his forces assembling on the deck, armor clinking all the way.