Ornate Jacket
| Type | Armour |
|---|---|
| Discovered By | Natasha |
| Discovery Date | 18 December 2007 |
| Discovery Location | Coness, Beluaterra |
| Abilities | (unknown) |
| Current Owner | (unknown) |
The night was falling fast in the cold region of Coness. Natasha had a fruitful day hunting the undead that were spread across the region. Two large groups were already been taken care of but the sun wasnt down yet.
After reaching an isolated village reported of being target of the latest undead incursion, Natasha helped the injured as she could, but she was determined to reach the those evil creatures before they could open a good distance. When she left the village through the north route, it was still fighting the last few fire spots.
The cry of a young girl who lost both her parents echoed in Nataha´s head. It fueled an anger and determination to put and end in that evil. She could not save the world but she would avenge that child.
The reports found out to be truth. After a 2 hour search Natasha found the udnead group camped. But it was no ordinary group. There was a tall, ugly as hell undead, apparently stronger then the others. For brainless creatures that one seemed very talented.
Natasha stealthily approached the camp and choped the head of two zombies who were imediately in front of her. Before the undead realized what was happening, another three were down and other five were sent back to their graves before only the master was left.
"Their champion voiced some unintelligible words, waving his rusted sword at me. I could not decipher the phrase but I knew we was cursing my existence and swearing my death. Even that was unique about that peculiar undead.
I parried his first couple swings then tumbled to his right where I managed to slash his leg. It turned around furious, screaming like an angry wolf. I evaded another couple swings and thrusted my sword twice in its chest, quickly returning to defensive position. The screams got louder.. it was not screams of pain but of pure wrath. It slashed the sword with all his might. I dodged the first, parried the second but the third one made the sword fly from my hands. In a heavenly inspired move, with my life at stake, in a fraction of second before its sword reached my torso, I rolled towards my sword and with a single slash chopped off both his legs, just above the knee line. The creature was barely falling to the ground when I spin back at it. I head his head rolling in the ground before the body touched it. It was over."
Among the spoils, hidden in the masters possessions, Natasha found an well ornate jacket, truly the word or a master. The fine details in gold joined the small ruby stones for an astonishingly beautiful item, worthy of the kings.
Natasha Bachelor claimed her price and returned triumphant to the village to lend more aid. This was a day that would never be forgotten.