The dress uniform of a Royal Marine Officer was one Tycondrius was proud to wear.
The dark coat was trimmed with red. The blue trousers had a similar red stripe running along the sides. His belt was a pristine white, held by a shining, gold-plated buckle. And finally, a set of achievement ribbons were pinned to his breast, held securely in place by a minor enchantment.
Though despite his handsome appearance, a 'dress uniform' seemed somewhat out of place, considering the coming tribulations.
City-State Whitehearth was to be sieged by the armies of the Tyrant God, a mass of winged beasts, accompanied by an unknown amount of their assumedly flightless servants.
Military-grade armor seemed appropriate-- some sort of defense apposite to sword and bolt.
A shield would be nice.
However, there wasn't much available offering protection against one or more concentrated blasts of lizard-fire.
Thus, Tycon decided to wear whatever he wished.
