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<blockquote data-quote="Dragonwriter" data-source="post: 5642448" data-attributes="member: 54988">Arsa sits on the back of Tox, the scorpion and halfling following quietly. The arachnid carries Arsa into the room as Tregin and the others make their way inside. With a few gentle nudges, Arsa guides the creature around the strange place. Strangely-colored liquids in jars and vials, creature organs suspended in preserving fluids, and strange runes scrawled on the walls and books all combine into a very strange sight for the desert-dwelling halfling. He shrugs as the others begin rooting around in the stuff when something glossy and black catches his eye, buried under a pile of what seems to be scrap metal and broken glass.Tox follows Arsa's lead to the pile and while Arsa pokes, moves and picks things up with his spear, the scorpion uses his sizable pincers to sift through the junk until the item is uncovered. Arsa hops off of his saddle, eyes wide with wonder. He takes a step towards the glossy-black breastplate and lifts it up. &quot;It cannot be... yet it is. Beautiful,&quot; he whispers. Formed from scorpion carapace, the breastplate bears light hints of segmentation and appears perfectly sized for a halfling. Arsa quickly removes his hide armor and puts on the scorpion-back breastplate.[sblock=EDIT OOC]Going with the Chitin Breastplate as discussed in the OOC thread.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dragonwriter, post: 5642448, member: 54988"] Arsa sits on the back of Tox, the scorpion and halfling following quietly. The arachnid carries Arsa into the room as Tregin and the others make their way inside. With a few gentle nudges, Arsa guides the creature around the strange place. Strangely-colored liquids in jars and vials, creature organs suspended in preserving fluids, and strange runes scrawled on the walls and books all combine into a very strange sight for the desert-dwelling halfling. He shrugs as the others begin rooting around in the stuff when something glossy and black catches his eye, buried under a pile of what seems to be scrap metal and broken glass. Tox follows Arsa's lead to the pile and while Arsa pokes, moves and picks things up with his spear, the scorpion uses his sizable pincers to sift through the junk until the item is uncovered. Arsa hops off of his saddle, eyes wide with wonder. He takes a step towards the glossy-black breastplate and lifts it up. [color=crimson]"It cannot be... yet it is. Beautiful,"[/color] he whispers. Formed from scorpion carapace, the breastplate bears light hints of segmentation and appears perfectly sized for a halfling. Arsa quickly removes his hide armor and puts on the scorpion-back breastplate. [sblock=EDIT OOC] Going with the Chitin Breastplate as discussed in the OOC thread. [/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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