Berserker's Soft Wood Warhorn of the Hydromancer

The Berserker's Soft Wood Warhorn of the Hydromancer rests on the worktable like a relic found in a ship’s secret hold, its pale grain breathing softly under the lamplight. The horn mouth is carved from a single driftwood stave, smooth to the touch and warm as a hearth, with a whispery grain that seems to pulse at every turn of the wrist. Bronze fittings coil along its spine, patinated green where salt air lingered longest, and a thin leather strap wraps around the base, as if the horn had learned to ride a shoulder as readily as a storm learns to ride a wind. An etched sigil spirals near the mouth—a hydromancer’s droplet nested in a curling wave—faded to brown where years have kissed the surface, yet the ink remains stubbornly legible, as if the sea itself had signed its name upon the wood. The overall effect is at once rustic and ceremonial, a weapon and a charm forged from the same memory. In the lore whispered along the docks, the Hydromancer who tempered this horn was said to have walked the line between fury and flood, a berserker who understood that rage and rain could walk in step. They believed sound could bend water’s course, coax it to shield a comrade, or sweep an enemy from the deck with spray and thunder. So the horn carried more than a battle cry—it carried a pact with the sea: when the note rises, a veil of water gathers, a current of vitality flows through allies, and enemies find their footing unsteady as their own tempers flare. The Soft Wood Warhorn’s resonance is a chorus of storm and resolve, a call-and-response between timber that remembers rain and a mind bent toward fearless, unyielding action. It’s a weapon that demands rhythm and courage—the kind you hear in the creak of old hulls and the crack of breaking foam. In practical terms, the horn is a conduit for hydro-infused tactics, a companion piece to the berserker’s bravado. When blown, it emits a defined bloom of watery energy that buffs nearby allies and destabilizes foes, weaving in heals and protective surges with a discipline that fits a captain who prefers to ride the edge of chaos rather than retreat from it. Its cooldowns reward tempo—the louder, more deliberate the call, the longer the surge of vigor or the shield that follows. It’s not a standalone finisher, but a partner in a larger song, turning a reckless charge into a carefully choreographed storm where each strike lands with renewed purpose. Prices drift like tidewater, and that drift makes Saddlebag Exchange a natural harbor for this horn. On its shelves, listings for similar Hydromancer-touched weapons ride the current, and buyers watch the prices as closely as they watch the horizon. A well-kept Berserker's Soft Wood Warhorn of the Hydromancer often Ascends the market with seasonal surges, sometimes dipping when a wave of other sea-themed gear washes ashore. A collector might barter with a mix of rare inscriptions and a small stash of gold, or simply trade for another piece that can anchor a ship’s renown. In the end, the horn isn’t just metal and wood; it’s a story that travels with the owner, through taverns and trade routes, until its note becomes part of another legend—the one that follows the next storm.