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Oak Heart's Armor
Magical Wooden Armor
This suit of leather armor has plates of fire-treated wood sewn over vital areas. Though not as effective as metal armor, it offers better protection than leather alone. Unlike metal armor, the wood is slightly buoyant, and the armor check penalty for swimming in this armor is 0.
|Light Armor||Cost||Armor Bonus||Max Dex Bonus||Armor Check||Spell Failure||Spd (30 ft.)||Spd (20 ft.)||Weight|
|Wooden||20 gp||+3||+3||–1||15%||30’||20’||25 lbs.|
To successfully wear Oak Heart’s Armor to its fullest potential, a character must fulfill the following requirements:
Feats: Natural Spell, Self-Sufficient??
Skills: Knowledge(Nature), Survival (Ranks = Armor Level)
|Armor Level||Wearer Level||Abilities Granted|
|1st||—||+1 wooden armor|
|2nd||4th||Tree shape (1/day)|
|4th||8th||+2 energy resistance (fire) wooden armor|
Tree Shape (Sp) The wearer of Oak Heart may cast tree shape once per day as a spell-like ability.
Quench (Sp) The wearer may cast quench three times per day as a spell-like ability.
Energy Resistence The armor absorbs the first 10 points of fire damage per attack that the wearer would normally take (similar to the resist energy spell).
OAK HEART’S ARMOR
Ruatha the Brown was an orphan who grew up under the care of an ancient oak treant known as Oak Heart. Oak Heart was teacher, mentor, friend and protector to the young man. Ruatha became a druid under Oak Heart’s tutelage. Together, the two tended the forest and all that lived within.
Late one night, as Ruatha slept near the cool water of a stream, a sudden storm crashed across the sky. Ruatha awoke to violent thunder claps and blinding flashes of lightning. Marveling at the wonder and power of nature, the young druid reached for his staff and began to seek shelter from the pelting rain.
Suddenly, a deafening thunder clap filled Ruatha’s ears as a bolt of lightning crackled across the sky. Seconds later, he saw a flickering, yellow-orange haze in the distance.
He saw the smoke a moment later and knew at once what was happening.
Ruatha ran in the direction of the flames. As he did, he shouted as loud as he could for the animals to run towards the stream. Over the din of the roaring flames, Ruatha could hear the deep, rumbling voice of Oak Heart, rousing the trees of the forest. Ruatha knew the ancient treant was doing what he could to shepherd as many of the trees to safety on the other side of the shallow stream.
Time seemed to move both slowly and quickly at once. There was confusion as the panicked forest animals ran from the flames and toward the water. Trees lumbered past Ruatha. The young druid cast every water-creation spell he could, even though he knew he could do little more than slow the flames for a few moments.
After what seemed like a lifetime, the singed and soot-covered druid finally rushed across the stream and dropped to his knees on the far side. The heavy rain fell hard against him, feeling like tiny pebbles. Glancing around quickly, he was relieved to see that most of the forest animals had made it to safety, as had many of the trees. They were already re-rooting themselves into the ground and becoming still again. Although considerably smaller than before the fire, the forest was safe on this side of the stream, thanks to Ruatha and Oak Heart. Coughing uncontrollably, the exhausted young druid collapsed on the ground.
Ruatha woke at dawn. He looked around, unsure for a moment where he was. Then, the frightening memories rushed back to him and he stood up quickly. The storm was over. On the far side of the stream, Ruatha could see what was left of his home. The devastation left behind by the forest fire was almost indescribable. The ground was black and burned. Grey smoke rose from the charred remains of those trees which Oak Heart had not able to shepherd across the stream to safety.
It was then that Ruatha’s saw a large shape in the distance, near a group of smoldering tree trunks. Ruatha studied the shape for a moment and then something gripped the pit of his stomach. He knew what that shape was.
It was Oak Heart!
Ruatha transformed at once into a wren and flew as quickly as he could to the treant. Transforming back to human form, Ruatha’s heart sank. The old treant was dead, his bark blackened and charred. Tears rolled down Ruatha’s face as understanding came to him. Oak Heart would not leave the burning forest as long as even one tree was still in danger. The ancient treant had died trying to save every last tree he could.
Grief more profound than anything he had ever known filled Ruatha. He sank slowly to his knees and wept for his old friend and mentor.
A few days later, Ruatha returned, knowing what he must do. With great reverence and respect, Ruatha cut down what remained of Oak Heart. The druid could simply not bear the thought of Oak Heart’s body remaining in the burned out wasteland that once had been their home. Instead, Ruatha decided that he would keep Oak Heart with him always. He carefully removed the strongest and least burned pieces of wood and then began the long process of fashioning the wood into armor.
When he was finished, Ruatha donned the wooden armor and could immediately feel the spirit of the old treant protecting him.
Ruatha the Brown wore the wooden armor for the remainder of his very long life.
Oak Heart’s armor consists of supple leather with plates of fire-treated wood from the ancient treant sewn over the wearer’s vital areas. The wood has a carved nature motif, including the likeness of Oak Heart himself, which is carved into the breast plate.