I remember the first time I stepped into the shadowed groves of the Sword Coast, the chill of the air on my bare skin a constant reminder of my choice. As a Barbarian, my strength is my shield, my fury my armor. To don heavy plate would be to cage the storm within me, to muffle the primal song that guides my axe. Yet, even the wildest river benefits from a well-placed stone to guide its flow. In those early days, the path seemed bare, the offerings for one who walks the unarmored way as sparse as stars in a noon sky. But I learned—through blood, exploration, and the quiet whispers of traders in hidden places—that true power isn't forged in a smithy, but gathered from the world itself, piece by glorious piece.

The First Gathering: Whispers from the Underdark

My journey truly began not under the sun, but in the echoing, fungal-lit chambers of the Underdark. It is a place where the air is thick with memory and danger hums like a plucked string.

  • Bloodguzzler's Garb: This was my first true garment. It did not come from a noble's chest, but was torn from the hide of a Bulette, a creature that moves through stone like a shark through dark water. Finding it was a hunt. I tracked its tunneling tremors near the Myconid Colony, a place where silent spores speak in colors. When it burst from the earth, our battle was a brief, violent poem. The Garb it left behind is more than cloth; it is a covenant. Each blow I suffer is not a loss, but a kindling. With every hit, a stack of Wrath builds within me, a smoldering coal that makes my next strike bite deeper, turning my enemies' violence into my own fuel. It taught me that my skin could be both a target and a catalyst.

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  • Bracers of Defence: These I found in a place of forgotten magic, a laboratory buried beneath the Blighted Village. Behind a veil of mundane bookshelves lay a cave holding a silent, judgmental mirror. Within a gilded chest rested these bracers. They are cool to the touch, not with metal's chill, but with the steady calm of a deep lake. While I wear no armor, they weave an invisible shield around me, granting +2 to my Armour Class. They are the still center in the hurricane of my rage.

  • Crusher's Ring: Ah, Crusher. A goblin with more bravado than sense, holding court in the eastern yard of the Shattered Sanctum. His ring called to me—a promise of speed. I liberated it (the method matters less than the result). This simple band makes the ground itself seem to rush beneath my feet, granting an extra 3 meters of movement. It turns my charge from a mere advance into a sudden, inescapable horizon, closing the gap before my foe can even draw breath.

  • Ring of Flinging & Boots of Speed: From the Emerald Grove's merchant, Aron, I obtained the Ring of Flinging. For a Berserker like me, who sometimes lets fly a handaxe with the force of a ballista, it is a perfect companion. Paired with the Boots of Speed from the grateful gnome Thulla in the Myconid Colony, my mobility became a weapon. A click of my heels and I am a gust of wind, repositioning, pursuing, a phantom of unleashed momentum on the battlefield.

Item Location Key Benefit
Bloodguzzler's Garb Bulette (Underdark) Gain Wrath (+1 melee damage) when hit
Bracers of Defence Blighted Village Secret Lab +2 AC when unarmored/shieldless
Crusher's Ring Goblin Crusher (Goblin Camp) +3m Movement Speed
Boots of Speed Thulla (Myconid Colony) Click Heels for bonus movement

The Shadowed Lands: Garb of the Unwavering Bull

The curse-stricken lands of Act 2 are a test of spirit. Here, the items I found felt less like discoveries and more like earned totems, gifts for surviving the gloom.

  • Mighty Cloth: At the Last Light Inn, a bastion of hope in the darkness, the Quartermaster offered this. It is not just clothing; it is a manifestation of stubborn, terrestrial force. Wearing it, I feel the stability of a mountain. It grants me the Bull Rush to knock foes aside, the Bull's Strength to bolster my might, and the Unwavering Bull to stand firm against all that would push or bind me. In this cloth, I am not just a warrior; I am a geological event.

  • Cloak of Protection: From the same Quartermaster, a simple, sturdy cloak. It offers a +1 boost to both my Armour Class and all Saving Throws. In a land where shadows bite and minds are assailed, this cloak is a quiet, constant vigil, a whisper of resilience at my shoulders.

  • Enraging Heart Garb: This was the piece that changed everything. Found with a Bugbear merchant in the oppressive Moonrise Towers, it is the evolution of the Bloodguzzler's promise. No longer must I wait to be struck. Now, for every turn I spend Raging, Wrath naturally builds within me, a self-sustaining inferno. It also fortifies my very constitution. This garb turns my rage from a fleeting burst into a perpetual, rolling thunderstorm, where power accumulates with every beat of my enraged heart. It is, without doubt, the pinnacle for one who walks my path.

The Unarmored Philosophy: A Symphony of Fury

Looking back on my journey from 2026, the path of the unarmored Barbarian is clear. It is not a path of lack, but of curated, explosive potential. We are not tanks to be clad in steel; we are living siege engines, our bodies tuned to convert pain into power, momentum into devastation. Each item I've gathered is a note in a symphony of fury:

  1. The Catalyst (Bloodguzzler/Enraging Heart): Turns rage or punishment into raw damage.

  2. The Unseen Shield (Bracers, Cloak): Fortifies our natural defenses without confinement.

  3. The Wind's Gift (Crusher's Ring, Boots): Makes us the masters of the battlefield's geography.

  4. The Earth's Core (Mighty Cloth): Roots us in unstoppable, primal strength.

To fight unarmored is to be a force of nature—a wildfire that wears the wind as a cloak and the earth's tremor as a boot. My armor is the adrenaline in my veins, my shield the sheer, terrifying certainty of my next blow. These items are not equipment; they are ritual objects for a dance of destruction, allowing me to be fully, terrifyingly, and beautifully myself in the chaos of battle. The world offers its gifts to those who dare to meet it bare-skinned and roaring.