#visor bascinet

[thefrontierfacade]

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Visored Bascinet, Western European (1375–1400)

[brokenpuns]

knight armour nation i return

[m3dieval]

Genz d'armes 1415

[seaquestions]

omgomg everybody look at this burgonet helmet its SO cute

it's frm this website (its not available tho)

[mechanicalbloodlust]

✨complaining about gabriels armour yay✨

DISCLAIMER (please read): - i am doing this for fun. this is not a serious post. - this is not a criticism of gabriel's character design. - gabriel is an angel. obviously angels function differently to humans. the armour of angels in ultrakill could be purely decorative for all i know, but im evaluating it in terms of protection in relation to human anatomy. - i often specifically refer to protection against swords. this is because i am basing my knowledge off of medieval armour. (what im saying is: i know v1 uses guns im not stupid) - im not an expert on armour. i read about it for fun, as a hobby. if i get something wrong, PLEASE tell me i love getting new information about armour and i do not want to unintentionally spread misinformation.

initially i did a quick assessment of the gaps in the armour, which would be weak points. while ive seen some interpretations of gabriel wearing a sort of bodysuit, he is definitely not wearing a gambeson. this would make the armour uncomfortable to wear as there would be no padding under it.

the rest of the armour evaluation is in the images below. all of the text is also written out in the image descriptions.

after all this nitpicking, i decided to try to redesign gabriel's armour to make it more protective while keeping it similar to his original design and still recognisable as gabriel ultrakill.

• lowered pauldrons so they're not floating

• added an aventail to the helmet to protect his neck

• the golden parts of the cuirass no longer go inwards

• didnt add couters because i suck at drawing them but lets pretend that i did that to stay closer to his original design (besides he still has the elbow pieces on his vambrace to provide some defence)

• his gauntlets have articulated fingers now

• tassets are laminated rather than the layers he originally had. in retrospect i should have done tassets of three lame and decorated them similarly to gabriels original design but oh well

• i also imagine that he would be wearing a hauberk under the skirt

• added extra plates to the poleyns as well as side fins

• he's got proper sabatons now

• also he would be wearing a gambeson under his armour

• helmet is more like a visored bascinet

• there are actual holes for ventilation now, and there's more of them.

• there are also holes for vision yay

• didn't want to get rid of the gold bit that goes around the helmet so i changed the shape so that weapons wouldn't get caught on it, but would instead skate off. i think it should come closer to the visor on the side profile though. thank you for reading all of this i had a lot of fun doing this :-)

[memories-of-ancients]

Visored bascinet, Western Europe, circa 1390-1400

from The Art Institute of Chicago

[kv-actual]

I'm going to armor nerd out here for a moment. This bascinet was used by one of my opponents at the Combat Con armor tournament and it has this really cool piece below the visor. As he put it, this is a transitional bevor.

This solves a lot of issues regarding 6-1 chainmail aventails as plate is much more protective to the throat whereas chainmail can very easily grab a sword point or spear point.

He did the work custom by making two rivet holes and shaping the single mild steel pieces so it sits right below the chin thus reflecting any shots to the throat and it still has the aventails below it.

I love seeing the transitional ingenuity added to kits and this is a precursor to a great bascinet where the bevor would be attached directly to the helmet but loses some neck dexterity in the process.

I need to find some more historical references of this myself but it goes to show how punk rock armor designs were and how blacksmiths and knights were always trying new things similar to what buhurt/HEMA armor fighters do to see what is most effective for breathing, mobility, and protection.

[darkopsiian]

What is your favorite type of medieval helmet?

bascinet, specifically the ones with the round holed or caged visor, because the lack of facial features makes it very intimidating and fun to draw.

not sure if this counts as medieval or not but- the gjermundbu is also really cool, one of my characters wears something close to it.

[medievalsnippets]

dim what if helmets were made to make the shape of an animal like the one in dungeon meshi, would it be practical? What animal head do you think is the most practical for fighting/lancing :D

Image source Helmets would often have animalistic elements either out of coincidence, or as part of its decorative design.

One example is this 15th century sallet, which would've almost definitely inspired the living armor helmet seen in dungeon meshi.

Other armor pieces, such as the visors of late 14th century bascinets, adopted a beak form to help deflect attacks (particularly arrows) from the front.

While helmets such as the lion sallet would've almost definitely been worse for protection than a 'normal' helmet, it would've been important to people to dress well for their potential death, as well as indicating to enemy soldiers their economic class (i.e to be potentially held for ransom).

[jjjordiiii]

Pulling up to the high fantasy larp session in Please be patient I have Autism BITCH shirt, bascinet with hound visor, affliction gage pants, steel right pauldron, cardboard left pauldron, work knee pads, and moccasins.

How to get killed out of rp tutorial.

[knightbugs]

relatively poorly taken photos from the royal armouries museum :-]

i actually got dizzy and almost fell over from standing in the middle of this and staring up and looking around at everything. i was just so entranced by the composition and the sheer amount of armour and weaponry it was surreal

ummmm idk what to write here. hrorses 💥💥

these two were displayed next to each other (you can see part of the bascinet's aventail in the corner of the great helm photo) and next to them there was something that i'd describe as a helmet simulator ?? basically you could stick your face into this hole thing which would mimic the amount of visibility youd have through the bascinet visor which was really neat. i did stick my face into it every time i walked past it. i simply could not resist.

what a handsome fellow :-) i absolutely love frogmouth helmets

then theres the lion armour and some backplates, and finally me !! in real life !! holding a sword :-D

[cavyant]

alternate helmet doodle

there were a few inspirations for the design. the overall helmet was loosely referenced from a great bascinet while the upper part was just taken from murmillo(s?) and a galea. I also thought it would be cool to give the design a visor, but it just got lost after the second layer.

not sure what this is

[m3dieval]

Visored Bascinet (ca. 1450) at the MET Museum

[nightbringer24]

The Swordwind Rises chapter 2 WIP

Very much a rough draft, so it will need some refining.

Chapter 2

 The roar of the bombards still echoed in Sir Gregor’s ears as he looked out over the battlefield that had once been the wonderfully field of yellow that was Goldfields. It was now a place of death and ruin: arrows and quarrels stuck out from the ground at angles like big ugly flowers, many sticking out of the writhing, pained bodies of the unfortunate men they struck. As the lines of Royalists and rebels closed on the other, the already serried ranks closed together. Spears, bills and halberds bristled outwards from both lines as they converged in the horrible crash of melee. Lordly knights and their retinues, encased in armour and adorned in their blazonry, became swallowed in the press of bodies, lost to sight.

“Thank the gods I’m not in there.”

The voice to Gregor’s right makes him turn, looking at the round formerly face of Gregory de Whitland, the man’s gold-lined visor raised from his bascinet. The man’s visage, usually one of joviality and mirth, was severe as he looked at the battle before him, specifically the company fighting under his own banner: a yellow field bearing the Sun In Her Glory in black, a thick blue stripe above bearing two white towers. The blue of his heraldry almost matched the blue of his armour.

“I pray the War Maiden keeps my son safe today.”

Gregor cast his eye out over the battle array, searching amidst the panoply of flags, trying to find among the myriad of colours for Gregor’s son. He found it quickly, the young man fighting under his father’s banner, the device repeated on his own armour and shield but with the addition of a red three-pointed bar over the blue field and white charges at top. Around him were other men-at-arms, their colours a near dizzying whirlpool of colour as they fought to protect their young lord with lance and poleaxe.

“He will be save,” Gregor said simply, nodding at his own words. “The War Maiden keeps her love for the young and the foolish.”

The other knight nodded his head, even as he leant down slightly from his saddle to take his lance from his squire, a lad in a half-suit of armour and brigandine. Hefting the weapon, Gregory seemed to check its weight and balance before lowering it so the base of the lance was on his foot.

“So we do this,” Gregory de Whitland said flatly. “We do this duty, for the king.”

“For the king.”

The voice came from Gregor’s other side, Sir Stephen de Hartburh, the man dour as he held his visor up. His helmet was still giving him problems after Grendale, letting the man’s thick, bearded face look out at the world. His focus was on the enemy this time. Seeming to sense his master’s temperament, his barded horse stamped on the ground impatiently, kicking up dust against its cloth covering. Brown dirt splashed against the blue and white colours split vertically, just missing the three red stag’s heads.

Gregor didn’t say anything else in reply as he turned his attention away from the battle to see the other knights around him. Including him, there were six riders in total. Each one was a man-at-arms, a knighted warrior of the king. Though they were not members of the royal guard, each man was loyal to the king. Loyal enough to be chosen for this mission. Loyal enough to be marked by a black bar fastened to their armour and a black diamond placed on their back. A symbol of allegiance, a symbol of the action they were about to commit.

A clarion sounded from the battle, shrill, loud and clear over the din.

“Florin’s mercenaries are moving forward!” Gregory called out, drawing the group’s attention. True to the knight’s words, a body of men had pushed forward against the rebel lines. Under a large red flag split by a white chevron and another flag of three vertical black and yellow stripes with a red lion lying down, a group of Argossian mercenaries had charged forward. Sent by the son of the Marquess de Tor Crassel, Lord Nicolas de Crassel, the force of over a hundred foreign fighters in brightly coloured armour viciously bulled into rebel lines with polearms and pikes, shouting crude oaths as they killed and died, urged on by their captain mounted on his armoured destrier as he waved his baton at them. The royal line bulged forward while the rebel line bowed inwards, before it quickly broke, the mercenaries spilling into the enemy.

Another clarion call, two blasts this time.

“That’s the signal!” Sir Stephen barked out, letting his visor fall into place before he retrieved his own lance from his squire. “Get ready, brothers!”

Turning in his saddle, Gregor reached behind him and took his own lance, one streaked with green, blue and white stripes down its length, from Stepan. The lad’s eyes were wide open with unease, his face sticking out from his visorless bascinet.

“No matter what happens, Stepan, do not follow me,” The knight commanded, his eyes not leaving those of his squire. “This is my command for you.”

Stepan didn’t say anything, though his face was tight with emotion as he nodded his head. Taking that as his answer, Gregor turned back to the front as he slapped his visor down. The clarion sounded again, the same two blasts.

As one, the six knights spurred their horses forward, the beasts moving forward at a walk. For a moment, the group moved straight for the break in the line, which was now beginning to wide as the Argossian mercenaries broadened the hole, being joined by dismounted men-at-arms from Adretia and other soldiers. However, they gently turned their horses to the side, beginning to ride parallel to the line. Far enough to be safe from anyone who wished them harm, but close enough to see the line of battle.

The plan set by the king had worked. To shore up the break in the line, the rebels had pulled companies from their right flank, leaving that position understrength. A fact that was abundantly clear as a mass of cavalry thundered past Sir Gregor and his fellows, made up of lesser men-at-arms and sergeants on swift, unarmoured horses to smash into the rebel lines. Men and horses screamed as the two forces met. Bodies were smashed aside by their horses and under them, riders were pulled from saddles by polearms and halberds, and man and beast died together.

But they broke the line, and spurring their horses into a swift trot, the group of knights took advantage of the new gap. Spurs bit into the flanks of horses and they dashed forward, a fast-moving rainbow of colour rushing past dying men and wounded horses. Not a single knight looked back as they breached the rebel line and turned to their right, towards their target.

A mixed group of knights and retainers stood just behind the enemy line, three large banners held aloft on high lances, three banners known readily to the group and specifically pointed out to them as their target. A number had turned to face the break in their lines, and they now saw the six knights heading towards them with lances. Panic rippled through them as they tried to respond to the situation now unfolding.

“For the king!” Gregory bellowed out from behind his visor, the voice echoing oddly as he lowered his lance and kicked his spurs into his horse again, turning the canter into a full gallop. The knights around him copied the action as they took up the cry.

“For the king!”

Horses sped forward, straight as an arrow’s flight as they dashed at the rebel commanders. The weakest willed dropped their weapons and fled, both on foot and mounted, while the stoutest stood their ground with weapons held at the ready. But the knights could not be denied.

With a brutal crash of metal and flesh, the knights struck home. Time and colour bled away around Sir Gregor as his lance sped forward, preparing to skewer his target. A familiar face. A familial face. Family.

“Cousin!” Gregor called out, tears streaming down his face beneath his visor as his lance took Ronald just beneath his chin, piercing through the maille…

 “My lord…”

[that-fellow-from-dres]

helloooo!!! you said one of your interests is D&D (me too) and i was wondering if you could tell me about one of your characters or ocs from other rp’s!! u seem super interesting and i wanna hear about ur stuff :P

(also is that a bill and ted reference i see in ur pinned post?)

Hmm... Well, a character I've been rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken for a bit now is related to a homebrew race I've been cooking up a little recently... It's essentially a fairly novel (at least I think so) take on slime folks:

Salamanders!

Essentially, the idea is that salamanders need to keep their skin moist and covered in a special mucus in order to survive -it helps them breathe, among other things.

And then I thought, what if some salamander had a thick dermal layer of mucus that was a non-newtonian fluid?

For anyone who doesn't know, a non Newtonian fluid is a fluid which changes how viscous it is depending on how much stress it's experiencing -Oobleck (made of water and corn starch), for example, gets more solid and hard the harder you press on it. I thought this would be a really interesting concept for a D&D race as it'd allow for some interesting combat fuckery!

My idea is essentially that a salamander would have resistance to slashing and piercing damage, thanks to its mucus layer hardening under the force of the blade, but it would also have a vulnerability to bludgeoning (and possibly also force) damage; a harder material transfers percussive force much more easily than a soft one.

There would be a few areas this thick non-newtonian mucus isn't present, namely the mouth, eyes and hands (these places have different skin with a thinner layer of more traditional mucus), but everywhere else would be covered.

Here's a pretty bad drawing of Aeran the Yellow, a fairly typical salamander warrior. With the mucus providing a fairly strong layer of protection, most salamander armour is heavily padded to protect against percussive blows. At least two layers of thick gambeson on the torso is expected, and often more. A fairly popular addition to the chest armour is a woven wicker breastplate and plackart -if woven properly this can be quite springy and can help absorb blows to the chest and abdomen.

Aeran here wears a human-made steel bascinet -a fairly popular design among salamanders thanks to its ergonomic shape. In fact, human armourers have started making bascinets especially for salamanders, with thinner armour around the head which makes room for more intricate suspension systems -which helps the helmet absorb blunt impacts more effectively. Some also feature special two-part visors which open to the sides in order to protect a salamander's more vulnerable mouth area -injuries to the jaw are not uncommon for a salamander in a line of work like Aeran the Yellow's. They carry a Goedendag, a two handed, heavy pole-like club with a sizeable spike on the end. It's an effective blunt weapon -something useful for fighting other salamanders- and it also has a good thrusting capability. You do not want to be stabbed with a Goedendag, trust me. The extra weight means there's more force behind the thrust, too.

Salamanders are often valued for their ability to break up spear and pike formations thanks to their relative resistance to spear thrusts, which allows them to close in and force pikemen to drop their pikes and draw sidearms to deal with the threat in front of them, resulting in gaps appearing in the formation which can be exploited by the other soldiers in a regiment. In response to the use of Salamanders like this most pikemen will carry maces as sidearms -You know a tactic is effective if another group has to change theirs to deal with it!

Well guess who went on a tangent of speculative medieval warfare... whoops. Hope you liked Aeran the Yellow!

(and yes. That is a bill and ted reference. A most excellent piece of media indeed)