Carrion Seer Coat of Rage

Carrion Seer Coat of Rage lies across the hanger like a relic recovered from a plague ward. Its leather is saddle-dark and densely woven, the surface catching torchlight with a dull, almost oily gleam. Red lacquer stains the seams, tracing lines that resemble watchful runes; bone buttons press against the breast, and a hood falls in shadow when you pull the cloak close. The texture is cool at first touch, then warms as you slide your arms inside, the lining whispering of long marches and hurried prayers. The coat carries a scent—iron, resin, and something sour that hints at rites performed in the dim corners of caravans. Lore keeps company with the garment, for it is said to be spun by carrion seers—the interpreters of decay—who believed rage could be bottled and worn, then coaxed into life by the wearer’s breath. The coat’s most whispered tale says it was forged from the hide of a scavenger prophet who rose to foretell a plague’s turning point, binding rage to prophecy so it might blaze rather than burn. In practice, the Carrion Seer Coat of Rage is less a fashion piece than a field instrument. When you stride into a skirmish or a fractal, the garment seems to tilt the balance toward a fearless, almost ravenous tempo. It does not simply add protection; it redirects fear and fury, encouraging attackers to press forward while your more disciplined allies seize the opening. For necromancers and revenants who lean into death magic, the coat’s aura can feel like a partner in crime, a partner that lets you lean into risk for a moment longer. For those who harness conditions, the fabric’s lore becomes a quiet invitation to convert lingering wounds into momentum, turning every bleeding note of a fight into a chorus that carries the group through. The tradehouses know this well, and Market Day in Divinity’s Reach often carries the whisper of the saddlebag exchange—a nook where brokers tally fortunes as if they’re trading exactly one prophecy for another. It’s not uncommon to hear a clerk speak in hushed tones about the Coat of Rage, noting that pristine specimens fetch a sum that glimmers between gold and silver, while worn or field-dropped versions trend lower, fluctuating with demand and the season’s plagues of adventures. At Saddlebag Exchange, you’ll see the same item offered beside other carrion-touched relics, sometimes paired with a few shards of obsidian glass or a faded tome of rites, a reminder that value in this world is as much a story as a stat line. So the Carrion Seer Coat of Rage endures as a walking rumor and a tested tool—a piece that binds a narrative of decay and defiance into armor that you can wear, front line and back room alike. It asks you to decide whether you’ll fear the roar that comes with it, or master it, letting rage become strategy realized in the heat of battle. It is a witness, a weapon, and a wager on fate.