Sebek and his crocodile army were actually quite difficult to deal with.
Anything connected to a totem god having some poison in its body, or even the power of undead spirits, was perfectly normal.
People on Toril rarely did thankless work. They much preferred adding icing to the cake—or fuel to the fire.
Kill a demigod entrenched in a great swamp for the safety of the people?
Was that a joke?
What people? People only lived somewhere safe.
Otherwise, Sebek, the only Mulhorandi god left behind—or abandoned, really—would not have survived until the Time of Troubles, when Malar devoured him through his connection to the Beast Cult.
But sometimes, it had to be said: money could solve plenty of problems.
This detachable armor, which people on Toril considered impractical and nothing more than a gnomish money-making scam, proved quite useful against these immensely strong crocodiles, whose bites caused incessant bleeding and transmitted lycanthropy.
Of course, lycanthropy, an aftereffect people on Toril avoided like the plague, was something the Undead could not catch even if they wanted to... they were not made of flesh and blood.
Bleeding damage was just a debuff to them. With so many priests around, most could get rescued by shouting a couple of times, except for the unfortunate fools who had offended the healers enough to make them cast Group Concealment Spell.
Although Sebek was very strong and had a powerful bite, he really could not compare to that enormous blue bear.
His strength was only about equal to that of the two primordial white dragons. Their armor could withstand it perfectly well.
The Undead were not really that gullible. If the gnomes dared advertise their armor as dragon-resistant, they would naturally bring dragons along to test it when they accepted delivery.
So the gnomish equipment