Berserker's Iron Greatsword of Water

Berserker's Iron Greatsword of Water glints under the harbor lanterns. The blade is a long, even curve of iron, polished to a mirror that seems to breathe when the tide rolls in. A shallow fuller threads its length, catching lamplight and throwing back a pale, frost-tinted glare. The crossguard curls like curling waves, and the grip is wrapped in sea-blue leather that feels oil-slick and sure in the grip. The pommel is a cool droplet, and the whole thing carries a salt-sweet tang of boatyards and old rope. It’s a weapon built for storm-touched hands, a blade that looks as if it could cut through both iron and weather. According to old hands in the shipyards, the sword earned its name from a berserker captain who rode the worst squalls with a grin and a swing. They say the steel drinks moisture from the air, that every stroke draws a spray of seawater that cools the wielder and hammers foes. In the first pale light of dawn, the blade hums with the memory of a briny wind, as if the sea itself were lending strength to the bearer. In combat, the Berserker's Iron Greatsword of Water rewards aggressive, flowing tactics. It channels momentum into sweeping, room-clearing arcs and punishes hesitation. When paired with a class that loves quick, relentless pressure, it becomes a tide you ride rather than a tool you wield. The Water suffix often augments nearby skills by adding a moment of refreshment or a brief shield against incoming blows, turning brutal charges into measured, organized violence. Those who master it report a cadence: strike, recover, swing again, as the sea gives and takes with every breath. At Saddlebag Exchange, the blade moves with the morning crowd. A trader named Kellen lays it out, weighs the temper and balance, and speaks of seaworthy steel and honest trades. The price, settled among coins and whispered bargaining, reflects not just metal but the tale it carries. Buyers linger, turning the sword over in their hands, listening for the quiet whisper of waves in the fuller. Then a cloth wrap and a nod, and the blade shifts hands—another chapter added to its long, salted biography. For those who sail into crowded harbor streets or the echoing halls of chilly cliffs, the sword remains a companion of choice. It tests nerve as much as strength, borrowing the sea’s patience and delivering it back as a cutting edge. This weapon is more than metal; it’s a story you carry into battle and a memory you pass along when the sun dries the salt from your sleeve. The Berserker's Iron Greatsword of Water stands as a beacon of how violence can be tempered by tide and time, a reminder that even steel can learn to listen to the ocean’s steady voice.