This is me armor I've been working on for the Renaissance festival in Bristol Wisconsin.
I would ask you to forgive some of the eff ups.. But its me first try at armor..
Met some cool people and had a great time.


He hears recent history calling out to him in his mind. But not a whisper in his ear.
His heart still calls back with bitter emptiness.
His eyes narrow to thin slits. No longer resembling eyes, but the small cracks in drying magma where the fire still draws breath. His lips peel back from his teeth. As curtains to a play, but a cast of 28 furious Golems.
In a thundering hymn and a lightning flash, his sword is out blazing and cursing challenges at the sun itself. His chest pounds as it smiths the metal in his heart.