Berserker's Scallywag Pauldrons of the Flock

Berserker's Scallywag Pauldrons of the Flock hang heavy on a peg, their leather worn to a salt-worn patina and stitched with brass rivets that catch the light as if a lantern were walking by. The pauldrons loom like two dark sails, one shoulder rising with a jagged edge that looks as if it could cut wind itself, the other etched with a crescent of barnacles and a repetitive feather motif that speaks of long nights at sea. A fringe of tanned leather dangles from the seam, and a scaly onyx plate sits over the shoulder, scarred by decades of shipboard blows and moonlit raids. They carry the scent of tar and gunpowder, of rope oils and rain-soaked decks, a scent that lingers in a market stall even after the sun sinks behind the harbor walls. The surface is smooth in places, rough in others, like skin that has survived a thousand storms, and the Flock’s sigil—a stylized flock of birds in mid-crest—presses into the leather, as if the wearer is forever being watched over by a watchful flock. Lore threads braid through the item as if it were a living map. Tales tell of a pirate crew known as the Flock, brothers and sisters of the sea who preferred cunning raids to blunt force. Their berserker-kin cut a swath through caravans and garrisons alike, not with brute force alone, but with feral timing and weathered, sea-worn bravado. It’s said these pauldrons were forged not in a smithy but in the heat of a boarding action, a reward for a captain who could outtalk a cannon and outlast a mutiny with a single, breath-held word. When the ship finally rests at anchor, the sigil seems to glow faintly, as if whispering a warning to any who would challenge its bearer—you walk with the Flock, but never outpace the wind. In gameplay, the pauldrons are more than a relic: they’re a deliberate invitation to risk and reward. They fit the Berserker’s gear philosophy—high Power and Ferocity, sharpened by precise, if narrow, survivability. Equipping them nudges a build toward high-damage output, enabling heavy crit windows and punishing foes with rapid, punishing strikes during key moments in a fight. They pair well with other pieces that boost critical chance and direct damage, turning engagements into fleeting, deadly dances where timing matters as much as strength. It’s the kind of item that makes you feel like you’re piloting a ship through a narrow channel—one misstep, and the whole hull groans; one perfect gust, and you tear past the horizon. The market breathes around such artifacts as if it’s a living creature, and Saddlebag Exchange is where the whispers consolidate into price and parity. I overheard a trader pinning a tag to the leather with a careful finger, the ink already drying on the pale paper: a figure that seems almost negotiable depending on tales told and bartered in backrooms. In one corner, a buyer offers a bundle of rare trinkets; in another, a veteran pirate counts coins with the certainty of someone who has watched the Flock ride a moonlit tide. The price, whether it climbs or sinks, carries with it the memory of long nights and louder enemies, a reminder that value is as much about story as about steel. So the Berserker's Scallywag Pauldrons of the Flock do more than cover the shoulders. They dramatize a history, they tempt a build, and they anchor a moment in the ongoing epic of the coast and the crew that refuses to surrender to the horizon. The Flock will always be out there, somewhere between spray and stars, and these pauldrons are a passport to that wild, unforgiving voyage.