Silent Legion Pauldron

Description
"I have lain in your arms, panting with the violence of our love; you have held and crushed and conquered me, drawing my soul to your lips with the fierceness of your bruising kisses. My heart is welded to your heart, my soul is part of your soul! Were I still in death and you fighting for life, I would come back to the abyss to aid you--aye, whether my spirit floated with the purple sails on the crystal sea of paradise, or writhed in the molten flames of hell! I am yours, and all the gods and all their eternities shall not sever us!"

- Queen of the Black Coast

This eldritch chest armor bears markings and script so old no living scholar could decipher them.

The pinnacle of protection, steel armor is a solid wall of defense against any type of attack, but the extreme weight requirements mean that the wearer must sacrifice mobility.

The strange metal of this primordial armor always carries an unholy chill, even in the noonday sun. When donning this wicked carapace, the wearer hears whispering voices, voices that tell an ancient tragedy - voices that whisper the names Tyros and Telith.

Repair
Repairing  requires up to:
 * 18
 * 8