Cleric's Privateer Coat of Dwayna

Cleric's Privateer Coat of Dwayna drapes across the room like a tide-washed banner, its ivory wool catching light and throwing it back in pale, gull-quiet gleams. The silhouette is long and forgiving, a high collar that remembers both cleric's hoods and captain's decks. The fabric, a dense wool that holds the day’s salt and wind, is interlaced with fine, gold thread along the seams— a lattice that glimmers when torchlight catches it. A row of brass clasps runs down the front, each one stamped with Dwayna's sigil, a healer's blessing in a metal kiss. Inside, the lining is a deep, storm-blue satin, dyed to resemble evening sea, and the coat carries a faint, sea-swept scent—salt, tar, old wax—that makes the wearer feel tethered to the water even when landbound. The sleeves taper slightly at the wrists, where delicate cuffs peek out, embroidered with tiny runes that whisper of warding and mercy. Its pockets are deeper than their size suggests, perfect for vials, scraps of parchment, or a tightly rolled map that smells faintly of old kelp. Lore binds this coat to the goddess Dwayna in a way that feels almost like a shared heartbeat. Clerics who tread the line between shrine and shipyard once stitched prayers into the lining, hoping the healer’s favor would ride the swells with them. The Privateer in the name hints at a life spent both at roped rail and quiet sanctuary, the two worlds braided together by a patient, almost maritime devotion. When worn, the coat seems to carry a memory of rescues at dawn and a promise that the hurt would be tended, even if it was carried to distant reefs of the sea. In gameplay, it’s more than attire. The Cleric's Privateer Coat of Dwayna is valued for its balance—healing-power leaning into sturdy vitality, a touch of precision for those careful, turning heals, and a presence that reads as both defender and water-walker. It’s the kind of piece that invites collaboration in raids, where a healer’s warmth can stabilize a tense moment, or in open-world exploration, where a quiet boost to survivability lets a team chase horizons rather than worry about the next pull. Collectors prize the coat not just for its stat line but for the story it tells—a healer who once sailed with a mercantile crew now standing firm on the deck as the world sways. Prices drift with rumor and caravan tales, and you’ll hear phrases spoken in the market that feel like old ships creaking at the pier. At the Saddlebag Exchange, the coat tends to fetch a tidy sum in gold— a trader’s estimate perched between rarity and usefulness— though the right barter, offered with a respectful nod and a tale of rescues at night, can still nudge the price downward. Some buyers secure it not for power alone but to carry a living legend along their belt, a reminder that mercy can weather any storm. When you finally fasten its brass clasps, you’re not just equipping a piece of armor; you’re stepping into a lineage that treats the ocean as a patient tutor and Dwayna’s mercy as a compass.