Aslyferund's Armor (Magic Armor)

Ages ago, when Myth Drannor was still a thriving, elven metropolis, there lived an armorer named Aslyferund who fashioned fine elven chain mail.
One day, another armorer by the name of Grelifgray moved nearby. He, too, knew the secret of forging elven chain and soon started taking some of Aslyferund's customers.
Aslyferund became furious and started adding more design and detail to his armor. This in turn made Grelifgray also exceed his prior creations. Grelifgray even went so far as to have a wizard enchant his armor.
Aslyferund knew at this point he could not better Grelifgray's work and felt disgraced. He left Myth Drannor and traveled from town to town, doing odd jobs in exchange for food and lodging. While traveling overland one day during a terrible rainstorm, he sought shelter in a cave. After drying off, Aslyferund discovered that he was not alone.
Peering at him from the back of the cave was a massive, ancient gold wyrm. Aslyferund fell to his knees, begging for his life. The dragon laughed and told Aslyferund that she was good and kind and did not eat elves. They talked for hours, and soon the dragon learned of Aslyferund's woes.
The dragon decided to help Aslyferund-but only if he could do her a favor. She explained to him that she had always wanted a crown, one that held the most beautiful gems from her horde. If he could fashion such a thing for her, she would show him how to make his armor rival Grelifgray's.
Aslyferund immediately set to work and in three months created a monstrous crown bedecked with the most exquisite gems and jewels from the dragon's horde. As she touched the crown her eyes misted over, and huge tears rolled down her cheeks, landing on her stomach scales, glistening and sparkling as they went.
Reaching down with a massive claw to her stomach, she tugged loose six of her golden scales-those that had been struck by her tears. She gave the scales, the size of small shields, to Aslyferund and explained that by working each into breastplates, he could create armor that would make the wearer immune to natural and magical fire, chlorine gas and more. The wearer of the armor would be like the ancient wyrm herself, immune to nonmagical missile fire and impervious to blows by normal weapons. Only magical weapons would harm the wearer.
Aslyferund thanked the dragon profusely and returned to Myth Drannor with his newfound knowledge. He spent the next year fashioning six suits of elven mail with gold dragon scale breast plates. The suits of armor were like no others, and each bore Aslyferund's mark-three holly berries etched in gold, in the center of the chest. The suits were as light as leather, but much stronger and considered chain mail +5.
Grelifgray immediately offered a fortune for the secret of the armor's making, but Aslyferund refused to share it with anyone. Soon the king heard of the armor's existence and wished to purchase a suit for himself when he and his escort reached Myth Drannor, however, they found Aslyferund murdered and his home a wreck. All six suits of Aslyferund's armor were missing, and to this day the whereabouts of the armor is a mystery.
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