A Fantasy Hero set of armor

Fiorayne slowly stood up from the crouching position she had landed in. She scanned her surroundings at a glance, half expecting a monster attack after having crashed down into its lair, but all she found was cold stone bricks and dim torchlight. With no clear way forward past these four solid walls, and no Wellspring or any other reward visible between them, Fiorayne sighed and looked up to the small pinprick of light from whence she had fallen, ready to make a Wirebug-assisted run back up and try from a different angle. However, no helpful insect shot forward from her outstretched arm as she raised it to the sky-- what's more, her arm didn't look the way it had only moments ago.

Tensing her whole body, Fiorayne slowly looked over her entire body, from the hand whose gauntlets had been replaced by a pair of large red gloves, past the bare arms, and down to a boxy and frankly cumbersome chest piece. Knocking a fist on it, Fiorayne found that it wasn't even real metal, but some inflexible synthetic material painted a shiny silver! It didn't even extent all the way down to her waist, leaving a sliver of her toned abs exposed above, not a sensible set of cuisses and greaves to armor her legs, but a tight pair of black leggings with a handful of armor pieces worn over them, as knee pads, and four panels at the waist as a sort of armored skirt. The matching red boots she had been placed into were admittedly not an impractical article of clothing, but Fiorayne got the sense they were mostly chosen to compliment her matching gloves, and the waist-length cape she discovered hanging behind her. Finally, as she brought a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, taken aback as she was by the sudden wardrobe switch, she found a red headband placed on her, with plenty of extra material fluttering off the knot at the back of her head.

"What... is this?" Wrong question, she realized, and with a scowl she drew her sword and shield. "Who is responsible for this?!" she shouted to the empty room, only to growl in exasperation when she saw her weapons had been similarly replaced with the same lightweight, painted, flimsy material that she was currently wearing as armor.

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The Royal Knight wheeled around at the sound of something hitting the stone behind her, finding a scroll on the floor and a scattered handful of orange feathers slowly wafting from the hole above. Cautiously, Fiorayne picked up the scroll and began reading.

"An amendment to your Quest, to accompany the amendment to your outfit. It may be abandoned at any time, but it will be abandoned permanently, and its rewards along with it. The Cohoots will be documenting your progress, and reporting it back to myself, to the Outpost, and certain sources in the Capital itself. The decision is yours."

Fiorayne narrowed her eyes, seeing the new title for her quest: "Strip-a-thon Suprise!" This 'noble' was stretching the definition of the word, she thought, to suggest she would partake in some risque show just for their amusement! To have so much to offer to improve things around them, and to hold it all back to get some... cheap titillation! For a moment Fiorayne looked back to the exit above, gauging in her head how much effort it would take to climb out. If the noble was true to their word, she would be walking away from untold prosperity reaching the people she had sworn to defend. If the noble wasn't true to their word, well... her position in the chain of command and her bond with a member of the royal family would likely give her all the connections she would need to bring the charlatan to justice. With a grunt of resigned frustration, Dame Fiorayne unfurled the scroll fully, ready to face this laughable ordeal for the sake of her Kingdom!