Berserker's Prowler Coat

Berserker's Prowler Coat hangs from a brass peg, a silhouette of wind-worn leather and tawny fur. The hide carries a honeyed glow, like sun-kissed bark, with a rugged grain that catches the light when you tilt it just so. Its shoulders are reinforced with thin, iron-edged plates that whisper of skirmishes and long nights spent at the edge of a siege, while the hood is trimmed in a pale, frost-drawn fur that seems to have learned the language of the cold. A prowler’s paw embossed on the chest glances up in shadow, a quiet badge of the hunter who once stalked the wilds and survived by speed, cunning, and a willingness to push past the edge of fear. Touch it, and the leather answers with a soft, springy give, as if it remembers every chase, every narrow escape, every near-miss that carved the wearer into something sharper than the blade that carved it. The coat’s texture is a study in contrast: pliant but unyielding, supple yet stubborn, like skin that has learned to bend without breaking. It holds heat with the stubborn courtesy of a primal fire, yet it never clots your movement. The fur at the collar catches stray lamplight, giving the garment a halo of ready-to-sprint energy, while the stitched seams run clean and quiet, designed to survive a skirmish as much as a stroll through market lanes. In the lore that threads the world together, this is not just clothing; it is a promise whispered by rangers and berserkers alike, a relic of the pact between hunger and cunning that keeps a hunter alive when the world wants to forget who is really keeping watch. In gameplay terms, the Prowler Coat is a statement piece for anyone who prizes raw, unbridled momentum. Its stat line leans toward Power and Precision, with Ferocity riding on the wind like a second breath. Wearing it feels like taking up a blade that’s already been dulled by honest fights and then sharpened anew by decisive, fearless blows. It invites a hit-and-run style: strike hard, move faster, let crits burst forth to carve a path through gaps in a crowd. It pairs well with builds that want to punch above their weight—the sort that rely on quick engagements and rapid repositioning rather than grinding through every second of a stalemate. This coat doesn’t merely increase damage; it amplifies the hunter’s instinct to press forward, to keep eyes on the target and the mind on the next one, without pausing to overthink the moment. Market chatter threads through the tale as naturally as the leather’s creak when you lean forward. In the bustling lanes near Saddlebag Exchange, traders speak in measured breaths about the coat’s value—two gold pieces, give or take, depending on season, wear, and the telltale glint of a true prowler’s past. A few say the price learns the coat’s history, while others bargain with the soft, practiced grace of storytellers who know that every stitch carries a memory. It’s not merely metal and hide that changes hands here; it’s the continuation of a legend—one worn with pride by those who chase the night and carry the dawn in their pockets, ready to answer the world’s next call. When you slide into Berserker's Prowler Coat, you don’t just wear armor—you don a passing of time and a vow to meet the next challenge with unrelenting pace. And as the day gives way to evening and the streets glow with lanterns, the coat seems to awaken again, ready for the next chase, the next story, the next edge to ride.