Ravaging Scale Gauntlets

Ravaging Scale Gauntlets slip onto the wrists, armor grown from the sea. The plates are a storm-dark obsidian, each scale overlapping the next in a sinuous mosaic. Copper seams glow faintly under light, a reminder of forge-fire and salt. The interior is a supple black leather palm that grips hard, while the knuckles wear ebony ridges designed to take the brunt of a headlong strike. Runes inked in pale ember run along the backhand, pulsing when energy calls for it. They feel cool to touch, then warm with the surge of power, as if a captured tide is pressed into a fist. Lore says they were born from raiders who carved routes through reefs and wrecks, wearing the sea like a coat. Some whispers insist the scales are remnants of leviathans, sealed into metal by a smith who learned to listen to storms. In play, the Ravaging Scale Gauntlets do more than sit in a bag. They magnify power and precision, letting a frontline fighter punch through armor and keep momentum with rapid combos. They carry a ferocious edge that makes crits sting sharper, especially when the user stacks ferocity and precision. Paired with a shield for defense, they work as a hammer-blow counterweight; paired with light blades, they make swift, sweeping dashes feel like tides reasserting shorelines. The gloves also echo the world’s dangers: crowded ruins, ships leaking oil and light, reefs that glow with bioluminescence, and ambushes where a rogue can slip from shadow to strike. They are not mere gear; they are a thread in a larger story of exploration, conquest, and survival. Market talk comes softly, carried on the wind from stall to stall along the harbor lanes and into the Saddlebag Exchange, where traders flick coin and trade stories as much as metal. A Ravaging Scale Gauntlet will fetch a tidy sum, its price shaped by condition, enchantment, and the buyer’s appetite. The exact coins change with the tides, but you’ll hear the same refrain from buyers and sellers: well-used gear tells a tale, and the gauntlets are a memorable chapter. A captain might swap them for a map to a hidden cove; a collector might pay extra for a pristine set that still catches firelight when a lantern swings. And as the exchange hums, the gauntlets pass from one hand to the next, their edge sharpened by time and ambition. Under a lantern on a quiet quay, a new owner runs a gloved hand over the scales and imagines the next voyage. The Ravaging Scale Gauntlets aren’t just equipment; they are a story pressed into metal, the kind that keeps faith with a crew and the sea itself. On campaigns and in quiet ports, it's not unusual to see a gauntlet who has faced a cyclone with a grin, because the scales remind them of what it took to survive. Some who wear them weave the gauntlet’s echo into their oath to protect those they travel with. The gauntlets still shine at dawn, a signal to comrades nearby.