Cloak of the Bloody Feather

A cloak embroidered with crimson feathers, each seemingly soaked in another’s pain. Light at a glance, it trembles ever so slightly with every blow, as if remembering the force and shape of the wound dealt. They say these feathers do not merely absorb suffering — they hone it, turning it into sharp, almost living needles. The moment battle calms for even an instant, the stored fury bursts outward, tearing through the air around the bearer in a chaotic bloody storm.