Mod 7 Quest Cloaks

An indescript off-white, the magics within these cloaks could turn an unruly audience into a peaceful mob of move a quiet group of commoners into a dancing frenzy. Many of the secrets of these cloaks left with the original sages.

Devised by the first battle clerics, words of strength and power are woven into the underside of this cape to charge a cleric physically and spiritually in battle. Many an enemy group has fallen to a cleric wrapped in this cloaks embrace.

Tiny vines still producing small green leaves make up this cloak. Created by the first druid to give disciples knowledge of how the earth mother supports her children this magical clothing brings a druid closer to one with nature.

A light wrap that borders between blue and grey these cloaks had been within the gypsy families for years, lost during the tragedy of the wars. Many great gypsy princes and wise fortune tellers have warn these robes and more than a little of their spirit remains bound to them.

Flawless white with runes of various colors creating a tangle of magic upon it these robes have been donned by the most powerful of magi since the beginning of time. A slight hum of magical power can be felt by anyone near it.

A cape reserved for the most zealous missionaries. It is told to bring help to those troubled by the beasts and hardships of the road, in times of needs it can bring the wearer into a zealous frenzy to keep faith in the wayward heathens. It is a pure white cloth, with a sun emblazoned brightly on the back, and a platinum star for the clasp.

The humble look of this ratty cloak hides its true power. Owned by generations of quiet monks who spent life times training in the arts, these cloaks provide the insight and fighting knowledge of generations past.

Rumored to be magically made from the shadows of the undead, no item in existence is darker. It is said that a ninja who owns this cloak will never go unarmed for the cloak is hungrier for death then any owner.

Worn by good and evil paladin alike during the Great Wars these bright red cloaks acted as beacons signifying a person looking for an honorable duel to the death. Tales of clashes between armoured juggarnatus wearing these cloaks abound through the songs and tales told by bards.

Cloth lighter than the sheerist silk, these cloaks are rumored to be from the robes of the gods themselves wore when they walked the lands. Merely wearing these poweful artifacts is said to bring you much closer to the greater powers.

The rangers that first scouted these lands were proud owners of these deep green cloaks. Imbued with protection from various elements these cloaks allowed them to withstand the harsh wilderness for months at a time.

Made of the darkest black cloth these cloaks were commissioned by Skeller himself for the most powerful of his guild. Enchanted by an evil drow mage and riddled with hidden pockets and tools it became the gifted thieves best friend.

Not so much a cloak but a collection of cloth strips, black on the outer side and bright yellow on the underside. Commissioned by the king these cloaks struck terror into the foes while the warlocks spun and cleaved their way into enemy ranks.

This deep brown cloak would weigh less if it were lined with lead. Sewn from the cocoons of the temprite moth they provide one of the sturdiest protections possible in cloth. Though not the easiest cloak to wear its sturdiness has saved more than a few warriors of lore.

Small scales of metal hammered thinner than paper look like a shimmering dragon hide on the outside of this soft deep grey cloak. The witchunters of old were rumored to wear such cloaks during their first attempt to purge magic from the realm.