Berserker's Rawhide Vest

Berserker's Rawhide Vest hangs before you like a weathered trophy: a broad slab of tanned leather cut for motion, its surface mottled by sun and rain, with rivets and twin buckles that catch the light. The edges curl at the shoulders from countless skirmishes, and across the chest a simple crest—a rough silhouette of a roaring bear—has worn to a soft, smudged badge. Inside, the coarse lining smells of smoke and campfire, as if stories were stitched into the seams. It’s the sort of vest a tracker wears while tracing a beast through heat and dust, listening for signs in the ground. When you slip it on, the vest settles with a hungry weight. It’s part of the Berserker’s set, built to push power outward: Power, Precision, and Ferocity ride along the stitches, so blows land with sharp edge and critical hits sting harder. The leather stays flexible enough for a charged swing, and the iron studs offer a touch of protection to weather a glancing blow. In combat, it favors aggression: trade safety for speed, chase openings, ride the upper limit of your build’s damage while the foe remains within reach. It’s not a fortress; it’s a gambit, a chance that one perfect crit decides the scene. I’ve heard old trackers say the vest collects stories as much as sweat: a brutal hunt beyond the Shiverpeaks, a caravan defender standing firm against raiders, a hunter patching torn leather by firelight to honor a friend’s memory. The lore threads through the world like a seam in fabric—this piece is a chapter, binding a wearer to the tribe of bold souls who chase the next target. In markets, Berserker’s Rawhide Vests are traded among traders who value more than dye and pattern. Saddlebag Exchange, a bustling stall where worn gear changes hands as readily as rumors, is often the test of a good deal: a clean vest can fetch a respectable sum, while a traveler’s worn one goes for less, yet still carries more pride than its price suggests. Buyers seek that pliable hide and the bear-crest glow, while sellers balance gold in the palm with stories spun for the next campfire. The price, too, is a narrative: not just metal and hide, but a ledger of the road. A Berserker’s Rawhide Vest might be priced by condition, by the sheen of the crest, by the stories a vendor has heard that day. People haggle at Saddlebag Exchange, trading lore for coin as much as leather for gold. A well-worn crest speaks of many battles; a pristine patchwork at a stall signals a new journey ahead. Ultimately, the vest is more than armor; it’s a tether to a brutal, beautiful way of moving through a world that respects strength and seam-work alike. It asks you to risk a little more, to trust your next swing, and to carry forward the stubborn heat of a hunter who never forgets where they came from.