Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-26852465-20160514152002

Mel clambered into Dreadnought's pack, now only her head poking out. "Snug in here.." she murmured, content. Lyle looked back at Dread and Mel.. then back to Sir Trivalti.

"Well, I've said before.. my brother fell in love with a monster. A rather powerful one, at that." He told him, rather matter-of-factly. "And he's one of those genius types... like.. schooled and versed in Wizardry. He actually helped me make this armor.. with air quotes around armor, I suppose. Heh-heh..." As he asked how to refine it, Lyle scratched his head, trying to think back to how he made his costume.

"What we did..." he began, taking a small breath. "Was.. we heated up this big slab of plastic so we could carve through it.. and we gutted this block of plastic to form a thick cuirass.. while it was still warm, my brother bent it around my body to make sure it fit over my clothes. We used the rest of the plastic to bent it into the shape of legging armor.. gauntlets, pauldrons... codpiece.."

As they walked forward, the flight of stairs gave way to a narrow walkway. Beneath the walkway, at least 30 meters down, something lurked beneath the walkway. While it would be difficult to see.. it seemed to shine, slightly.. like a pool of water.