Cleric's Banded Greaves of Rata Sum

Cleric's Banded Greaves of Rata Sum rest on a weathered wood table, their bronze bands curving around the shin like careful rings of a well-kept library tome. The leather lining is a deep burgundy, softened by years of wear, and each rivet glints with a patient light. On the front, a narrow band of runes is etched with precision—the asura script arranged in a lattice that seems to breathe as you shift the weight of your leg. Patina creeps along the edges, a green kiss that hints at ages of use, while the interior bears the faint scent of oil and old parchment. They carry the unmistakable aura of Rata Sum: discipline, curiosity, a belief that healing and insight can be worn on the body as surely as cloth. These greaves were not simply armor; they were a statement. Worn by clerics who walk the charged thresholds between library and battlefield, between formula and felling strike, they bind together movement and mercy. In gameplay, that means they nudge a healer toward steadier footing during frantic seconds, while soft enchantments tucked in their lining speed the execution of cleansing or shield spells. Players report smoother evasion when stepping between foes, a subtle boost to the wearer’s endurance, and a protection that feels less like a shield and more like a ritual whispered into the joints. The banded design, echoing the architecture of Rata Sum’s golemwork, allows a healer to pivot from careful spell-craft to swift rescue without losing the thread of the next cast. Market chatter often threads through these moments, for the pieces that carry such lore do not stay long in any one wallet. I found the greaves glinting under a sunbeam at a quiet stall near Saddlebag Exchange, where leather sellers and tinker-peddlers haggle in a chorus of deals and discounts. A veteran trader laid them out, tracing a finger along the runes as if blessing the ink. He spoke of demand among healers who fancy a footstep quick enough to match a fading life, while still respecting the discipline etched into every band. Price, he said, shifts with the tide of fate and the shimmer of rare materials; sometimes silver carries them, sometimes a barter that includes ascended components. The Saddlebag Exchange—the sort of market where a whispered rumor can move a price as surely as a bell can ring—proved that these greaves are as much a story as a tool. Placed in the right hands, Cleric's Banded Greaves of Rata Sum become more than protection; they become a walking emblem of the city’s creed—that knowledge should travel with you into the fray, and mercy should be as practical as armor. They remind us that healing is not passive, but a craft worn on the legs as surely as on the palms. Over time, the greaves pick up new scratches, new stories: a faint hiss when a warding rune activates, a patina of triumph after a close-call rescue, and the sense that every step taken in them is a step deeper into the world’s longer tale.