Berserker's Elder Wood Torch

Berserker's Elder Wood Torch gleams in the dusk, its elder-wood shaft a warm, honeyed grain that seems to pulse with the flame. The head is wrapped in weathered leather, fibers frayed from nights spent dragging the torch through rain and smoke. A slender brass ferrule anchors a wick of ash-black fiber, and the flame licks out in a fierce orange halo, stubborn as a coyote in a winter wind. Runes run along the length in simple, angular strokes—a nod to berserker rites whispered around campfires, reminding you that courage, once kindled, travels with you. The texture is slick with oil and soot, the grain catching light in a dozen tiny glints, and a faint resin scent clings to your fingers after you cradle it. Some say elder wood burns hot and slow, a perfect companion for long nights of march and watch. This Berserker's version is a tribute: a tool that knows when to blaze and when to guard your flank. When you cradle it, the torch feels less like an object and more like a pact. In gameplay terms it slots into the off-hand and channels a streak of offense: increased power, precision, and a ferocity that can turn a skirmish into a blaze. It gives a glow that reads through smoke and dust, reveals hidden corners, and helps you thread lines of retreat and advance with steady steps. In markets and on marches, its value isn’t fixed; traders haggle, stories swap hands with the coins, and a good torch earns its keep by the warmth of the night you carry. Saddlebag Exchange is a familiar chorus in the countryside of trade, where torches drift between stall and backpack, priced in a modest range that light-fingered dreamers and veteran hunters alike can afford—roughly eight to twelve silver, depending on season and the runes carved into the wood. Some buyers trade a small charm or a piece of rare cloth to seal the deal, as if the torch’s glow were a negotiator in its own right. People carry it across roadways, into markets, and through shadowed alleys, sharing tales as the flame flares in the wind. It’s not a luxury; it’s a companion that keeps morale alive when the world narrows to a single line of fire. And when the night stretches long and the road bends, the Berserker's Elder Wood Torch remains a stubborn beacon, a reminder that courage can be lit, that a journey can be walked with both hands free for the next step. Its craftsmanship invites shared stories; a torch is something you barter as much as you burn, a signal to a fellow wanderer that you’ve survived one more mile together. The world of Tyria is full of nights that test your resolve, and this torch has stood at the threshold of many dawns.