Berserker's Apprentice Coat

Berserker's Apprentice Coat drapes from a peg with a stubborn weight, its fabric a heavy, oil-dark wool stitched with a ribbon of crimson along the collar. The texture is rough to the touch, like a map roughed by rain, yet warm as a hearth; the lining is a softer, almost buttery red satin that catches candlelight. Brass buttons, etched with a stylized fang motif, run down the front, while the hems bear the telltale stray threads of a garment that spent more nights on a battlefield than in a tailor's quiet shop. On the back, faint stitches form a sigil—an apprentice's mark entwined with a berserker's wild streak. A whispered legend ties the coat to a mentor who carved discipline from chaos, teaching recruits to channel their raw fury into focus, and the years of skirmish work still smolder in the wear along the sleeves. Put on, and it sits with a surprising halt in movement, as if the coat remembers every clash and holds your spine straighter than you expect. In practice, it’s a cosmetic choice that changes the silhouette more than the stat board would admit: a long coat that broadens the shoulders, narrows at the waist, and makes a rogue seem taller than he is when the hood flops back. Yet it carries the weight of lore—every skirmish, every whispered oath of apprenticeship—so it feels less like armor and more like a badge of a road you have yet to travel. Players wear it to signal allegiance to the Berserker path, to evoke the image of a student of wind-up fury learning to bend power without breaking the body, and in group content it makes a memorable impression during a siege or a dusk-lit boss pull. Market days restore the same old tune. Saddlebag Exchange is where the ride-along merchants discuss scars and seams, where the coat changes hands for a bundle of gold and perhaps a carefully dyed sleeve or two. One trader tells me the Apprentice Coat is a solid mid-tier skin—desirable, not ostentatious—worth trading for a couple of rare dyes or a guarded rune, depending on the season. It doesn’t grant extra damage or protection, but it does offer something rarer: a sense of belonging to a line of apprentices who learned through trial and error to temper their anger with focus. People who want to walk into a midnight raid with a story in their breath choose this coat, and the memory lingers after the fight is over. That is why the Berserker's Apprentice Coat feels less like a piece of clothing and more like a narrative you wear. It is a reminder that power begins with restraint, that the fiercest storms are balanced by careful hands. And as the ember glow in the sigil along the cuff flickers with the steps of a new venture, the coat and its wearer walk forward together, increasingly sure that the world is a battlefield best faced not with blind fury, but with a practiced, open-eyed hunger for what comes next. In the glow of a campfire, the coat catches the light and seems to murmur a simple promise: keep practicing.