Berserker's Prowler Coat

Berserker's Prowler Coat catches the lamplight as it rests on a wooden peg, a field-grey canvas stitched with bronze lines that trace the wearer's movements. The fur collar—touched with frost-white and the texture of a winter fox—stands proud, while the leather edging wears the quiet patina of a long journey. A hood, lined with softer hide, droops at the back like a promise, and the whole thing carries the scent of torn camps and open trails. The coat’s seams tell a story of rush-work and care, built for speed and endurance, not ceremony. Lore-lamps in the markets whisper that this coat was born from the pelt of a prowler who stalked the battle-edge, a berserker who learned to read the field as if it were a map, letting the enemy’s step guide his own. When a buyer runs a gloved hand along the brass buckles, you can almost hear the rustle of distant footsteps, the hush of a lone hunter’s breath. On the battlefield, the coat becomes more than fabric. In capable hands, it is a partner to blade and howl; designed for the ferocity that grows with each clash. Worn with the Berserker's mask or other ferocity pieces, it encourages an aggressive rhythm—strike, wind up, strike again—while granting durability to weather a push from an armored foe. The texture, heavy and supple, lets a scout or front-line duelist move with quiet, the fur muffling wind and steadier breath when the world tightens to a heartbeat. Players speak of the coat’s runic embroidery as a compass—each stitch pointing toward opportunities to press the advantage, pivot around a shield wall, or draw a line of chaos through a charge. It’s not merely armor; it’s a cheering kit for those who live by momentum. In markets, the coat changes hands like a bet on a wild storm. I watched a veteran trader haggle with a fresh-faced hunter, softly over price while the rack behind glowed copper. The point isn’t the cost alone but what it signals: a readiness to ride a skirmish till the last breath, a willingness to risk a cut and keep going. Saddlebag Exchange glints there, a place where pieces trade hands as carefully as stories. The price moves with raids' tides and daylight ambushes, and a patient buyer can walk away with a bargain that outlasts winters. Back on the road, the coat seems to breathe with the caravan’s heartbeat. The leather creaks, the fur whispers, and the wearer becomes part of a larger tale—the hunter who learns the field, the trader who reads the market’s weather, the traveler who knows that a single piece of gear can tilt the balance between retreat and legend. To own Berserker's Prowler Coat is to wear a fragment of that legend, to shoulder the memory of prowlers who cut through the night and left a path others follow. Its presence in the world is a constant reminder that every stitch has a story, every trade a trail for those who wander after dusk.