Berserker's Feathered Vestments

Berserker's Feathered Vestments burst into view on the rack, a riot of plumage sewn into supple leather. The breastplate is a quilt of deep crimson and brass, arranged in chevron feathers that catch the light as if a bird were in flight; the shoulders flare with layered quills that rustle softly when you move, a whisper of wingbeat along the stern lines. The texture is a study in contrast: a smooth, glossed hide on the torso, tempered by rough, feathered embroidery along seams, and a lining of warm, worn velvet that smells faintly of cedar and rain. The whole thing feels almost ceremonial, yet built for the long, brutal hours of a skirmish, the feather trim acting as a badge of ferocity rather than fluff. Lore-wise, it's said the vestments were once the prized armor of the Sky-Court scouts, a band of berserkers who rode the edge of cliffs and storms to track their quarry. Feathers from hawk, falcon, and phoenix-like myth mingled in the stitching, each feather a memory of a successful hunt, a warning to enemies. When a wearer steps into battle, the feathers seem to shiver with the telling of old stories—their colors bleeding into the light as if the wearer bears the memory of every chase, every narrow escape. In actual play, the vestments belt out their purpose with a crisp, practical edge. They are not mere spectacle; they push the wearer toward the front line, boosting power and precision and sharpening ferocity for the moment of worst impact. Pair them with the right traits, and your critical hits feel louder, more decisive, like strike notes in a march. The set invites a narrative: you are the hunter who takes pride in reading your opponent, every dodge, every feint turning into a burst of bladed feather and light. Dyes let you tailor the plumage to your hall—that deep night blue for stealth, or the bright flame orange for a crew that wants its presence known. Markets, of course, move with the wind. In the city bazaar you will hear the clink of coin and the soft bartering of traders who know the value of a story as much as a stat sheet. Saddlebag Exchange, a name you hear in the same breath as rumor and treasure, often holds listings for these vestments when a collector lets go of their prized set. Prices drift with the season and the dye you crave, sometimes hinting at a king’s ransom, other times settling into a more modest sigh of gold and silver. If you wait for the right moment, you may walk away with a piece that not only robes you in history, but unlocks a certain daring in the field—where every leap, every sprint, seems to cut through air as if you wore wings. Weaving together function and myth, the Berserker's Feathered Vestments remind the world that gear can be a banner, a memory, and a weapon all at once. In time, the feathered vestments tell legends anew.