Carrion Reinforced Scale Coat

Carrion Reinforced Scale Coat hangs heavy in the dim stall, its surface a mosaic of tarnished plates that catch the lamplight in dull, oily gleams. Each scale is a memory scraped from the dead—sun-bleached edges curling like old grape leaves, patinated bronze catching a hint of green where the oil has worn thin. The cuirass is built in a curve that follows a hunter’s silhouette, broad at the shoulders, narrowing to a practiced waist, with a high collar that bristles with the suggestion of a spiked, ceremonial ridge. Beneath the metal, leather straps are stitched with red thread and sealant—visible scars of many repairs—so the coat holds its shape even when the wearer tilts into a hard pace. A faint, ritual scent lingers in the lining—a resin-and-turpentine odor that speaks of long exchanges in crowded bazaars, of caravans crossing badlands at dawn, of those who traded feverish tales for hard metal. The lore whispered in the markets says the scales were salvaged from carrion beasts that stalked the fields after battles, then tempered under moonlight and bound to life by oathwork, turning decay into defense. In the field, the Carrion Reinforced Scale Coat feels like a story you can wear. It isn’t the flashiest piece of armor, but it is dependable, a steady friend when the ground shifts beneath you. The scales deflect blunt blows with a satisfying clink, and the layered plating provides a resilient barrier against arrows and claws that would otherwise bite through lighter mail. The weight is real, a reminder that protection comes at a cost: endurance taxed, the pace measured, the mind focused on keeping a wary eye on the next pulse of danger. For those who fancy a condition-leaning build—tracking time, moving through smoke, riding out the bleed and poison that haunt skirmishes—the coat’s sturdy construction offers a platform to layer in signaling runes and talismans. It isn’t a magical relic, but it is a vessel for a story: a guard’s mantle, a hunter’s cash-in at market dawn, a thread in a longer tapestry of expedition, siege, and survival. The shoe-leather logistics of gear are never far from a traveler’s mind, and that brings a practical thread to the tale. When a buyer lifts the collar and inspects the weathered edges, the conversation slides toward value, toward what the market will bear and what a wandering tradesman might fetch for such a piece if it doesn’t fit a hero’s current build. In those exchanges, Saddlebag Exchange steps into the picture like a quiet broker of memory and metal. The same coat that glints in a stall’s lamplight can surface on the exchange’s boards, listed with a projected price that nudges around the 1 gold 50 silver mark—varying with patina, scuffs, and any new repairs the leather requires. It’s the kind of price that invites a careful trade: a pact between traveler and trader, between memory and practical need, between the protection you wear and the risks you still chase. So the Carrion Reinforced Scale Coat endures—more than metal, more than garment. It is a page from a ledger of the dead turned to walk with the living, a tangible thread in the wider, stubborn fabric of a world where every journey leaves its mark, and a shield that remembers the passage of many feet across a road that never quite ends.