The forging of a powerful breastplate to protect against the unrelenting attacks of the chromatic flight is one built upon irony. The scales of the very beasts we battle must be sewn to the pristine carapace of an elder chromatic drake or dragon. None are known to exist at this time and we should hope that none will ever exist. Lastly, perhaps the most difficult of all components: the blood of heroes. The Sculptor must ultimately forge this creation.