Berserker's Stormcaller Axe rests heavy in the palm, its blade a dark, tempered arc that hums with charged air. The edge drinks light as if eager for a thunderhead, and the metal wears a weathered sheen—stains that look like raindrops frozen in time. Runes burn along the fuller in pale blue, like quiet lightning trapped beneath the surface, and the haft is wrapped in worn leather dyed the color of dusk, with a ferrule that catches every stray spark when the weapon is moved. It feels almost alive, as if the storm itself had tempered the metal and stitched a heartbeat into the grip. Lore whispers that it was forged by a storm-priest’s apprentice who tempered it in a lightning-charged forge, then handed it to a berserker renown for fearless charge and unyielding focus. The story folds into the weapon’s weight, a steady reminder that power here isn’t merely raw; it is tempered by wind and will. Trace the profile of the axe and you’ll notice the texture—hammer marks that tell of a forge that fought with the blade, and flake-like patterns along the blade’s shoulder where sparks had once danced. The blue sigils glow faintly, curling with current whenever a strike is about to land, and the grip carries a reminder of long hours in the field—tactile, reliable, and built to survive a skirmish that never ends. When you tilt it toward the sun or a torchlit rampart, the runes seem to breathe, as if the blade itself is listening for the kind of gust that could turn a routine swing into a storm-charged massacre. It’s a weapon that looks as suited to a parade ground as to a warband’s tightest corner, and its appearance makes the wearer feel as if they’ve stepped under an open sky where the heavens are always ready to break. In gameplay terms, the Stormcaller is a symbol and a tool: a high-impact, speed-loving axe that rewards bold leverage and precise timing. Its presence speaks to a build that leans into aggression, letting the wielder capitalize on crit opportunities, unleash rapid, forceful slashes, and ride a rhythm where every strike nudges the battlefield toward a thunderous crescendo. You’re not just swinging; you’re directing a gust, funneling the charge into decisive blows that cut through armor and resolve alike. The storm imagery isn’t only cosmetic—it's a reminder that power, when harnessed, can arc from one foe to the next, chaining impact in a way that feels almost cinematic. In the right hands, the Stormcaller becomes a narrative device as much as a weapon: a blade that pushes the party forward, carving a path through chaos and leaving a telltale shimmer of electricity in its wake. Pricing, of course, matters in any journey, and the whispers travelers trade around campfires carry the same refrain: the Berserker's Stormcaller Axe is coveted. On Saddlebag Exchange, you’ll hear traders debate its true worth, weighing the thrill of owning such a piece against the chance to fund another expedition. It’s not a bargain by any stretch, yet for those who chase legendary momentum, it holds an irresistible allure—a sake of storm and steel that binds a story to a battlefield and makes every swing feel a little like summoning weather itself. As night falls and the last embers glow, the Stormcaller sits ready, a reminder that in someone’s hand, a weapon can become a weather pattern—unpredictable, potent, and forever marching toward the next storm.