Cleric's Privateer Coat of Divinity

Cleric's Privateer Coat of Divinity spills gleam as it is laid out flat: a long, double-breasted coat of ivory wool, its edges trimmed in burnished gold, buttons shaped like tiny anchors, and a satin lining the color of a storm-tossed sky. Along the shoulders, a crest threads silver thread that glints when lantern light strikes, an oak-anchor motif wound with a halo, while the cuffs carry minute sigils pressed by a careful hand. The fabric carries the sea inside it—salt-silver threads, a faint brine scent, and a weight that speaks of voyages and vows. Hidden within the inner seam lies a slim reliquary pocket, holding a fragment of a saint’s prayer or a relic blessed for safe passage; it’s a whisper of lore carried by the wearer. Folklore says this coat was sewn for a cleric who traded in mercy and mutiny, a privateer who ferried refugees through reefs while invoking divinity to steady wind and will. Legends tell that in storms, the coat breathes a soft gleam across the wearer’s chest, clarifying choices and binding their oath to protect the vulnerable. The lining holds the memory of countless decks: the creak of planks under duty, the sting of spray on a rain-slicked face, the hush when a child’s breath steadies a mother’s resolve. It is said the coat gathers all the harbors it’s ever visited, stitching those ports into the wearer's spine as a compass of conscience. In gameplay, the coat is rumored to bolster healing power and provide a shield aura to nearby allies, its divine sigils pulsing when healing lands and turning a tense moment toward mercy. It’s not merely defense; it’s a statement that protection can be a weapon: a brief halo of light that blocks a harsh blow, a surge of vigor that carries a team through a bottleneck, a reminder that faith, however tempered by salt and rope, can tilt the odds. On a ship’s gunwale or a crowded pier, the wearer’s presence steadies the line, nudging allies toward calmer breaths and steadier aims. The coat’s aura seems to resonate with Virtue-like energies, fusing a sense of duty with practical resilience. Worn at dawn during a trade convoy, the coat becomes more than armor; it’s a living story passed from deck to deck. On the docks I spoke with a merchant who knows the tide of relics, and he pointed toward Saddlebag Exchange, a thriving nook where traders barter memories as much as metal. It’s there that a pristine Cleric’s Privateer Coat of Divinity can fetch around 15 gold, the price nudging upward for pristine preservation or a chain of provenance that reads like a map of storms survived. A well-loved version might drift into the teens or even dip lower if the relic bears scars that speak to hard decisions made at sea. Prices swing with seasons, rumor, and who’s willing to vouch for the coat’s divine whisper. Whether worn or studied, the coat carries a vow: to shield the innocent, to guide a crew through danger with mercy, and to keep faith when the sea forgets its course. The thread is more than textile; it’s a chorus of sailors, saints, and steadfast hearts, converging in one elegant, sea-worn garment that still finds room for new battles and new harbor lights.