Berserker's Rawhide Shoulders

Berserker's Rawhide Shoulders rest heavy on the chair like a cruelly honest oath, two worn crescents of leather that bear the patina of a lifetime spent chasing whispers in the wild. The hide is thick and grainy, shades of raw brown that catch glints of copper where the sun hits the rivets, as if the metal and hide have traded stories in the dark. Each plate is scuffed from brawls with bramble and stone, stitched with heavy sinew that tightens the whole piece into a single, stubborn frame. A fringe of coarse fur peeks along the collar, secondary color to the leather, and a shallow groove along the outer edge hints at a craftsman’s careful hand—a small rune burned into the surface, almost the color of old bronze, a signature that the maker feared the wilds as much as the wearer did. Locals tell of a berserker clan once said to roam the borderlands between heat and snow, a crew who sketched their oaths into hide and bone and wore the marks as boldly as shields. The Rawhide Shoulders, they claim, were among the leader’s favorite gifts to his trusted lieutenants—not just for protection, but for the memory they carried: a hunter’s pride, a hunter’s rage, and a reminder that a single mistake can be paid for in fur and ash. Over time the story hardened into a rumor you can almost hear in a camp after dusk—the soft thud of leather meeting leather, the clang of a buckle, the whisper of a beast remembered and hunted. Whether the tales are true or half-true, the shoulders carry a weight that feels almost ceremonial, as if the wearer should carry a companion animal’s courage into every skirmish. In the world of battle and barter, the shoulders are more than a costume piece. They are a catalyst for ferocity, a hardware upgrade that tilts a fight toward speed and precision. They suit a build that leans on Power and Ferocity, turning every crit into a louder, hungrier moment. The leather’s thickness dampens stray blows, while the runic embossing acts like a stubborn memory—reminding the wearer to press forward, to take the hit and answer with a sharper strike. The Shoulder’s heritage makes it a natural fit for leatherworkers and tailors who weave a character’s narrative into gear. It’s not merely about survivability; it’s about the arc of a hunter who trades approached danger for a moment of unstoppable momentum. Prices drift through the market like smoke, shifting with demand and dye. You’ll hear chatter about a clean, well-kept set priced in the gold range, but the true value depends on how well the runes have held up and whether the fur lining still trembles with life when the wind whistles through a canyon pass. When a Berserker's Rawhide Shoulders appears on Saddlebag Exchange, it’s less a purchase than a pledge—a chance to tie a personal legend to the next raid, the next sprint across a battlefield, the next chase across a moonlit ridge. The seller’s story becomes your own, and suddenly the armor feels less like protection and more like a doorway into a larger narrative about the wild, the hunter, and the stubborn heart that won’t quit.