In the year 750 of the Second age of the Two Moons, among the daughters of the Five Dwarf Kings the great seamstress Gwen-Gwinnie-Gareth’duan was born. When the magical silk Gossimen was discovered by the Elves of the Ocher Forests Gwen-Gwinnie and her people (called the Gwinnathir) were overcome with the desire to use the famed material to make really cool costumes out of it.
The Dwarves of the Gwinnathir made a pact with the Ocher Elves to put all past quarrels aside and the Dwarven outpost of Trousar De Pantaloon was built. For many years the trade between the Dwarves and the Elves brought prosperity to both races with the production of the finest frocks, undergarments, and handbags that were ever wrought in the Mortal Lands.
It was during this time of great prosperity that the legendary Bodice of Krill was designed and forged by Gwen-Gwinnie herself, made for the Elven High Accountant or the Ocher Forest, Becky the Curvaceous.
Sadly Becky was never to wear the grand corset for in the year 1200 one named Annorr of the Seven Slacks jealous of the might, skill, and awesome stitching of the Gwinnathir sent forth dark hoards from the sewers of Ogden Town (the crappiest city of men) to devour the works of both Dwarf and Elf. Nibbling rat-beast, silk slaying spider-bats, and moth-monsters swarmed the Ocher Forest. It was the “ragged time of tearing” later to be known in the common speech of Man as the great Closet-doom.
Truth be told, the Bodice of Krill wouldn’t have fit Becky anyway. Though she had retained her great beauty, the years of success and the love of Gnomish pastries had made her in to Becky the Full-figured.
For centuries the Bodice of Krill was thought to be lost, but in the year 2590 it was found and purchased from a thrift shop in the port town of Fantastique by the young wizardess Trina the Trivial. She quested for a year and a half to find the missing boots and arm bands that matched the bodice, needed for they really brought the outfit together.
In the market places all over the Kingdoms of Men many a bard has told the tale of the quest for these super neat-o accoutrements. The shoulder band had to be retrieved from the belly of a blood-worm. The boots were warn, one each, by The Hopping Hags of Happenstance…. two one-legged witches the worshiped the Serendipitous Stone of Coincidence. What a confrontation that was! The wrist bands were found inexplicably in a black bird pie purchased to celebrate the triumph over the witches, for Trina had stolen the serendipitous stone of coincidence as well.
Some bards omit the last part spouting an elaborate tale of how the wristbands had to be snatched for the twisted hands of an evil Raksha. Most story tellers though stick with the truth, realizing when a story has run too long a comedic gag has lost its luster.