Pauldrons of the Eternal Lieutenant of the Cavalier

Pauldrons of the Eternal Lieutenant of the Cavalier rest on a peg by the shop's window, hammered steel plates catching the early light and throwing tiny rainbows across the wood. The surface is brushed to a quiet sheen, and along the upper plate runs a lion crest entangled with an eternal knot, inlaid copper oxidizing to a warm bronze. Each edge is scalloped with minute serrations—techniques learned from sieges where bronze and blood met steel. The rivets form a steady line that whispers of discipline; the leather straps show cracks where leather has learned the weight of long marches. Inside, dark red lining remains supple, a scent of wax and old oil seeping from the seams. The lore has it that these pauldrons were forged for the Eternal Lieutenant of the Cavalier, a figure who led the charge through nebular nights and silent, creeping sieges, a commander whose orders were as unyielding as the metal at their shoulder. When the moon rises, the sigil etched into the pauldrons hums faintly, as if the lieutenant's oath still echoes through the metal. From a gameplay perspective, the Pauldrons of the Eternal Lieutenant of the Cavalier are not just theater. They grant a blend of power and vitality, a mark that helps the wearer endure longer on the front lines and land steadier blows. The sigil's resonance tightens the user's aura after a critical strike, extending buffs for a brief, decisive moment. In public skirmishes or coordinated pushes, the wearer becomes a sort of beacon—a visible sign that the Cavalier's discipline endures, drawing allied focus and slightly sharpening morale. Paired with other Cavalier pieces, they unlock an additional bonus—the Lieutenant's Command—an effect that steadies the team as they break a stubborn line. In solo play they reward patience: patience in waiting for the right moment to strike, and patience while the armor takes the brunt of the clash, one heavy step at a time. Markets know their value, and the Saddlebag Exchange is the stage for its more personal negotiations. I watched a seasoned trader lay the pauldrons on a damp counter, their cool weight sending a small tremor through the wooden top as he spoke in quiet terms about history and durability. The price is never just gold; it's a ledger of campaigns, a barter of memories, and a chord struck for those who crave the feeling of having led a Hundred at their back. The Saddlebag Exchange often reads the room like a weathered map: some days the asking price climbs with whispers of a rival guild, other days a patient buyer can trade rare materials or a veteran saddle for a fair worth. For a collector or a frontline commander alike, the exchange is where the myth meets the market, where the Eternal Lieutenant's shoulder plates pass from the hands of a familiar scavenger to a new bearer who does not merely wear them, but carries the lieutenant's oath back into the fight. In wearing them, a new bearer steps into an old story and remembers to fight with care.