Carrion Privateer Shoulders

Carrion Privateer Shoulders hang from a crested iron bust, a study in salt-stung leather and bone. Dark leather, worn smooth by long voyages, is stitched with pale sinew that gleams in lantern light. Brass plates crest the upper curves, aged to a green patina and etched with a skeletal compass and sea-worn runes. Ragged canvas straps loop at the collarbone, brine-dark threads winding through copper buckles. The edges are frayed; tar has dried into stubborn knots along the seams. A small bone charm, carved from a long-bone, rides against the left shoulder like a quiet talisman. In the right light the piece seems to breathe, as if mutinous whispers from a vanished crew still echo in its seams. Lore ties the shoulders to a privateer who trafficked in legends as much as plunder. The carrion motif—bone pale against dark leather, a green mold creeping along the stitches—speaks of ships that never truly die and crews that drift between tides. They are said to have been forged by someone who guided raiders through reefs and rumors, a captain who learned to read the sea’s dying words. On the battlefield, the shoulders carry a look of quiet command—raider and revenant united—an aura that makes followers glance twice and opponents hesitate just long enough for a plan to land. In gameplay terms, the piece is not merely cosmetic; it shapes storytelling as much as numbers. It suits necromancer, revenant, or privateer-inspired silhouettes, pairing with tattered cloaks, bone charms, and shadow dyes to conjure a pirate of the drowned world. Wearers speak softly to the dead through its creases, and the silhouette helps anchor a character who trades in secrets as readily as goods. When the wind washes over a harbor square or a coastal ruin, the shoulders seem to announce, this one has sailed into places others fear to name. Market life drifts around it as well. In the Saddlebag Exchange—the crowded dockside corner where traders barter stories and loot—the Carrion Privateer Shoulders find ears and gold in equal measure. Prices drift with demand, often moving in the range of scarce, with pristine examples commanding a premium. A buyer may swap a cache of dyes and a handful of gold, or barter a modest sum for a chance to own the legend. The exchange’s chatter threads the item’s lore with everyday commerce, turning a relic into a living part of the world’s weathered fabric. Some journeys end where they began, wearing a piece that remembers every storm survived. The Carrion Privateer Shoulders carry not just weight, but a story of mutiny averted, cargo recovered, and a crew that learned to trust a captain who spoke to the dead. For those who seek a look as navigable as a tide, and a presence that makes a squad pause, it remains a doorway into docks, wreck-lit lanes, and the larger tale that wraps around every shadowed harbor in Tyria.