Big Metal Unit is a full plate mail created from the Golden Pantaloons, Silver Pantaloons and Bronze Pantalettes, once brought to the hands of Kerrick the Smith. This pantaloon-obsessed smith resides in Arcana Archives in Amkethran and forges this comfortable suit of armor together with the Big Metal Rod, Scorcher Ammunition, Frag Grenades and Pulse Ammunition.
This armor suit may be the hardest item to obtain in game as it requires players to first import the Golden Pantaloons from BG1, then trace the easy-to-miss Silver Pantaloons, and wait for the second-end chapter before the finale of the entire saga to finally craft it, but it offers an astonishing basic armor class of -10 plus the further AC bonus of common types and magic resistance. It requires a Strength of 15, but it can be worn by all classes, though it still prevents arcane castings and thieving skills.
Combined PantaloonsLong has the world marveled at the Golden Pantaloons, the Silver Pantaloons, and to a lesser extent, the Bronze Pantalettes. Revealed here for the first time are the secrets of their gregariously girding gussets that so softly shield your shanks. Ye gods! Get to identifyin' already! Now it can be told!
Big Metal UnitFound within a long-forgotten pocket of our collected pantology, herein tales the lie of the Metal "Unit."
Gargantua was self-proclaimed lord of his immeasurable lower regions until his son, Pantagruel, questioned the accuracy of the ruler. With his shortcomings exposed, great Gargantua lay prostrate upon the ground while Pantagruel sought to cover his cuirass in case his now governing body lost its sway. He was warned that the people would cut him no slacks, but he never listened, and had burned his britches behind him. Undaunted, he fulfilled his animus with the robes of his father, as uncomfortable as that might sound, and shaped the Metal "Unit" with his own hands.
The rule of Pantagruel was a discommoding morass, his armor eventually suffering a breach in the breech that proved his undoing. As his basket left the pantry, so to speak, his regime fell to insurrection, and so complete was the sacking that not even his Metal "Unit" could be found. The component pieces, a pantaloon triumvirate, were lost in the annals of time.
You now bear the awesome responsibility of the Metal "Unit." Gussets of wind, seams like reality, pockets of resistance, the seat of power, and legs as flared as your temper. Polish it well; the onus is now on you.