"We were on the verge of breaking in the face of the daemonic assault, a handful of the loathsome monsters steadily depleting two full companies of the Legion, when the man in daemonbone mail showed himself. The tide turned almost instantly; when he came charging to the front of the battle, the men rallied around him simply from the sight of his courage, and the daemons recoiled in terror as he struck at them. Thanks to him, we snatched victory from the jaws of defeat, and several of the men swore to follow him when he left to hunt down the one that had fled without escaping back into the portal to their realms."
Full Item Description
Daemonbone mail is, as the name suggests, crafted from the bones of creatures from the bleak pits of the infernal realms; the bones, even when fresh, is ancient-looking, yellowed and perpetually crumbling at the edges. Black, foul-smelling ichor stains each yellowed link, reeking fiercely even when dry with the sulfurous smell of the infernal. When the links rub together, they emit a whispering, mournful sound, as if somehow the spirit of the daemon is trapped within them.
None know who crafted the first suit of daemonbone mail; some say it was a powerful sorcerer who sought to show his mastery over the denizens of the lower realms. Others feel it was a righteous crusader, showing his scorn for his foes. Regardless, the suits of mail have been crafted time and again from the bones of unwilling daemons, and there are those who covet the fearsome reputation bestowed by ownership of such armor, even if they cannot make one themselves.
While not exactly magical, certain properties pertain to the mail by virtue of its origins.
-Wearers of the mail have some protection from fire, the links absorbing it without burning; this does not prevent the flames from licking through the gaps of the links, or searing exposed body parts.
-The horrid smell of the mail is extremely unsettling to animals, and merely approaching within a few hundred years upwind of one will send it into a panic.
-Daemonbone, for all that it looks crumbling and ruined, is phenomenally strong, easily matching a comparative suit of fine steel.
Other properties exist as well, distinct from those imbued in the mail’s substance.
-Daemons will tend to react in utter terror of anyone wearing a suit of this; the connotation of owning it is that the wearer crafted it himself from a slain daemon, and could do so again if he so chose.
-Mortals who know of the armor’s origins will also tend to regard the wearer as a force to be reckoned with, even if such is a falsehood. Daemons are fearsome enough combatants that being able to defeat one and make armor of it is a feat worthy of respect.
-A sense of the miasma of fear, hatred, and despair that pervades the infernal realms will cling to the wearer even after the mail is removed, making him seem more threatening and powerful. Over time, this may begin to actually twist the wearer’s personality.
-An audacious thief has stolen a suit of the mail from the man who personally slew a daemon to harvest the bones; the former owner is now in a furious rage, and ready to rampage therough the lower city to find his armor again. Can the PCs find it and return it before a bloodbath ensues?
-In an ancient crypt, the PCs find a foul-smelling suit of yellowed bone; on returning to civilization with it, thinking it a curio, rumors begin to spread that they slew a daemon to harvest the monster’s bones. How do the PCs handle the misperception and sudden fame?
-A particularly arrogant daemon has come to the mortal realm, hunting down the person who slew his brother; he mistakes someone who has inherited a suit of the mail for the killer, and is coming for the unfortunate, who knows nothing of combat. The PCs may be hired as guards, or to deflect the daemon toward the real killer.