Mantle of the Pack Lord (Patreon)

Wondrous item, rare

While you wear this enchanted pelt cloak, if a creature would gain advantage on an attack against you due to having its ally within 5 feet of you, it makes the attack without advantage. 

Bergfinnr Thrymsson looked out over the ridge, feeling the refreshing wind of an oncoming storm wash over him. He could feel their presence, but wasn't worried yet. It had been days since he'd had a moment to himself, and he wasn't going to let some hobgoblins get in the way of it.

His pelt cloak hung warmly over his bare giant shoulders, the wolfen skull of its original wearer clasping the fur around his chest. Dj'orna the Frostbitten had been a monster of an adversary, but the once dire winter wolf now rested comfortably around his large frame. It rustled in the wind, as if alerting him to the oncoming danger.

He turned around, lamenting the loss of privacy. Before him stood the ambushing party he'd expected: hobgoblins from the nearby Mount Wershaw. This time they'd brought their wolves to track him down.

"Try as you might, filthy beasts, you won't lay a finger on me. Numbers and strategy won't help you here." He said, calmly. The goblinoids gave a deep laugh of disdain and disregard before moving closer once again.

His back to the cliff's edge, Bergfinnr drew his sword and uttered an incantation. The winds suddenly picked up, buffeting the bluff on which they stood, and seemed to catapult the mighty goliath stormcaller into the air toward the monsters.

What happened next couldn't be heard over the crashing storm. Charred marked from lightning strikes littered the ground, making the air stink of burnt grass and flesh.

Bergfinnr wiped his blade clean and turned his attention back to the ridge behind him, unscathed. His cloak billowed behind him as if to howl in triumph.