Carrion Exalted Coat

The Carrion Exalted Coat sprawls across the back of a chair, a relic of bone-black leather and weathered bone-white seams. Its texture shifts between smooth polish and cracked pelt, as if the garment remembers both a hunter’s touch and a tomb’s quiet. The collar rises like a dark halo, inset with mica-colored runes that pulse faintly when night winds sweep past. Its lining bears a map of bones stitched into a lattice, whispering lore about carrion rites and guardians who walk between life and decay. No ordinary coat, it seems to have grown from a battlefield grave, with stories pressed into every seam and a scent of resin and rain. People say it was forged by a dark alliance between stylists and exiled necromancers, designed to endure the bite of ash and rumor alike. In the markets of Divinity’s Reach, I watched a dealer unfurl the coat’s price with the whisper of a wind-borne rumor. The tag was simple, yet heavy with meaning: rare, sturdy, and steeped in a history that collectors chase as if it were a memory. Saddlebag Exchange, a bustling caravan guild that trades in relics and risk, held the ledger open like a mouth waiting to speak. Prices drifted with the tides of scarcity; a hush fell when buyers whispered about the coat’s aura and the potential curse or blessing wrapped within. One vendor claimed it could absorb storms of magic and spit them back as quiet, controlled power, a boon for those who walk the margins of life and death. Another warned that wearing it drew attention from scavengers who prize bone-fate talismans, so the coat’s guardian spirit seemed to lean its weight toward the wearer. Yet in the right hands, the coat becomes more than armor; it acts like a weathered map, guiding a wandering body toward purpose. In dungeon runs and siege skirmishes, the texture matters; it shields with a mantle of myth, while its cut keeps movement fluid and unshackled. When a necromancer or a rogue in hood and lantern cloak nods toward you, the coat’s seams seem to whisper back, approving or warning. That is the hinge of its charm: it is not merely worn; it is worn with intention, a signal to a world that values stories. A traveler’s pouch might hold a few gold coins, a knotted thread, and a small skull carved from bone; with this coat, those souvenirs become a crew. I walked away with a sense that the market had traded not just leather and lore, but a pact to carry forward a cautionary legend. In the next dawn-lit alley, I saw it again—paired with a weathered satchel, its threads catching the light like a spider’s silver web. Whether you seek menace or mercy, the Carrion Exalted Coat offers a doorway into a narrative where every stitch carries a memory and every step becomes an argument. Walk with it once, and you’ll hear the market murmured back, as if the coat were haggling with fate. Always.