Berathians stood in earth tones, bronze, and iron, their banners heavy with gold stag sigils over deep forest green. Their armor was thick and practical, built for open fields and brutal charges rather than precision corridor fighting. Plate and mail were layered heavily across the chest and shoulders, often reinforced with leather dyed dark brown or moss green. Their cloaks were broad and wind-caught, trimmed in fur during colder campaigns, and marked with the crowned stag of Bera.

They favored blunt authority. Warhammers. Longspears. Broad shields painted green and gold, many carved with antler motifs rather than etched delicately. When they marched, it was not elegant. It was thunder. Drums beat low and slow, echoing like distant hooves.

Their helms were where the distinction became undeniable.

Captains wore iron crowns shaped subtly like branching antlers rising from the brow. Not large enough to be theatrical, but unmistakable. A sign of leadership, not vanity.

Generals wore full stag antlers mounted into reinforced helm frames. The antlers were not decorative ornaments loosely tied. They were engineered into the helmet itself, curved backward to avoid imbalance while still creating a towering silhouette. On a battlefield, when Berathian generals stood above the line, they resembled a herd of colossal stags watching over the plains.

Champions were something else entirely.

The Berathian Champions wore massive antlered helms, wide and sprawling, forged to frame their head and shoulders. Some antlers were plated in bronze. Some wrapped in leather. Some engraved with harvest runes or family lineage marks. These warriors did not hide among the ranks. They were meant to be seen. To be challenged. To break lines through sheer presence.

When a Berathian Champion charged, antlers cutting the skyline, shield high and hammer raised, it was not strategy that frightened enemies.

It was instinct.

Predators recognize horns.

The Berathian Army believed strength was visible. Authority should be worn. The stag was not just a sigil. It was philosophy. Stand tall. Take ground. Protect the herd.

And when Bera fell during Kingdom Come, those antlered helms became symbols of a world that resisted until it could not.