Mending Norn Torch of Battle

Mending Norn Torch of Battle sits on the table like a relic salvaged from a frost-bitten march: a tall shaft of weathered wood bound in cracked bronze rings, the head carved into a snarling wolf’s maw, and a pale emerald flame that circles the wick as if drawn by an unseen northern wind. The surface is worn to a satin patina, the runes along the haft catching light with a slow, breathing glow. Touch it and the texture shifts under your fingers—slick oil in the carved grooves, rough wood where the leather wrapping has worn thin, and the occasional splinter that speaks of long years spent in rain and dust. The Norn maker who hammered these marks claimed the flame fed on resolve, not fuel; that each battle believed by the bearers to be lost could be stitched back together by the quiet, patient burn. Its lore threads through old campfire tales told in taverns and along trade routes: the Torch is said to have been carried by a war-warden who learned to listen to fallen banners, to read the tremors in the air and mend what fear split apart. In stories, a shield line would huddle around the glow, not to clamp down on power, but to restore breath and courage enough to hold the line one minute longer. The flame’s greenish tint is explained as a frost-touched miracle—an omen of healing rather than destruction, a symbol that even in the fiercest frost, renewal can take root. In gameplay, the Mending Norn Torch of Battle feels like a companion with a story you can carry into the field. When wielded in the open world, its light cuts through murk and cavern darkness, revealing hidden sigils and the faint shimmer of runes that would otherwise be missed. But beyond light, the torch bears a gentler function: a steady aura that some players describe as a soft balm, granting a modest healing aura to nearby allies and a shield of morale during skirmishes. It is not the loudest relic in a siege, yet its presence shifts tempo—encouraging careful spacing, planning, and steadier bursts of effort as you move from enemy to beacon to healer. Market talk threads through the tale too; traders speak of the torch in a hush, as if the flame’s worth is measured not only in coin but in stories carried by its smoke. Saddlebag Exchange, a name you hear when the second-hand stalls chatter about faded banners and rare curios, is where you’ll see listings for this very piece. A few weeks ago a seasoned rover traded it for a pouch of glimmering ore and a promise to mend a captain’s broken helm—and the going price, depending on condition, drifts between a handful of silver to a handful of gold in the more ambitious stalls. The moral of the encounter is simple: the Mending Norn Torch of Battle finds a home where courage and memory align, and in that alignment, price and purpose become one. Together it travels with you, a quiet flame that keeps memory warm while you march.