Berserker's Reinforced Scale Pauldrons

Berserker's Reinforced Scale Pauldrons gleam under lamplight, a curve of hardened scales sewn into a weathered leather mantle, bronze rivets catching every glint. The plates arc over the shoulders like a shield drawn tight, each scale etched with a remnant of old battle runs, the edges cinched with dark sinew that has watched too many winters. Their texture is cool and almost teases the skin, a micro-river of cold metal that hums with the memory of a hundred charges. The padding behind is pressed into a stubborn comfort, as if the wearer whispered a vow to keep swinging long after others would have faltered. Lore whispers they were forged for berserkers who rode the line between mercy and wrath, adopted by late-century captains who insisted a second skin could carry a charge of fury into open roads and narrow stairwells alike. In the world these pauldrons are part of more than a set; they are a credential, a talisman that signals a certain willingness to risk everything for a strike. Worn with a heavy hammer or a greatsword, they balance offense with a stubborn defense: Power and Precision waking the blade, Ferocity fueling crits, while the reinforcement keeps the shoulder from buckling when momentum carries you forward into a blocked spear or a phalanx of armored brutes. They sing in frontline skirmishes, keeping the wearer upright as banners fall and comrades shift to cover. The pauldrons' scalework also hints at a path: armor that grows more formidable the deeper the rage runs, a small magic of kindred smiths who believed rage could be tempered by craft and care. Price talk becomes a whispered ritual in the saddle-side markets. On calm days, a trader boasts that a pristine pair can fetch several gold coins, the cost measured in the balance of risk and story. On a busier riverfront, bargaining spills into the air as if the coins clink were a chorus. It is here that Saddlebag Exchange earns its name: crates and satchels squeal with each nimble finger, and the chatter about supply, demand, and the right to wear the pauldrons travels faster than a rumor. A veteran buyer with calloused gloves will lean in and say that if you seek to chase a pure ferocity build, these pauldrons offer a reliable bridle—never too bulky, always willing to take another swing when silence becomes too heavy. Back in the field, the item does its job with brutal honesty. You stand through the first volley, feel the armor bite back at the steel, and then the world narrows to the aim of the next strike. The scale plates rattle faintly with each movement, a reminder that you carry a story as much as a set of stats. In the larger tale of Tyria’s wandering swords, Berserker's Reinforced Scale Pauldrons are a signpost: they mark the wearer as someone who chooses the danger of the charge over the safety of the retreat, a myth stitched into a suit of iron and memory.