Berserker's Masquerade Gloves

Berserker's Masquerade Gloves slip over the wrists like a second skin, midnight leather smooth as silk, with panels of carmine red that catch the glow of torchlight and brass filigree tracing a mask along the back of the hand. The fingertips are stitched with a micro-grip texture, and the cuff is a deep, velvet-dark ribbon that tucks neatly under a forearm bracer. On the back, a delicate gilt mask motif is etched, as if the wearer had folded a theater mask into a blade’s silhouette. The leather carries the scent of oil and rain, a reminder that beauty here is built for motion, not ceremony. These gloves carry a whisper of lore as well as a promise of impact. In stories told in backrooms and vendor stalls, they’re said to have belonged to a dancer-turned-duelist who moved through masquerade balls like a storm, turning public glare into an opening for a decisive strike. When the crowd’s eyes were on the singer, the wearer’s hands spoke in quick, brutal gestures, and the mask on the gloves—the mask that never came off—became a symbol that performance and peril could share the same breath. To wear them is to carry that omen: danger wearing a smile, a single, precise gesture changing the room's tenor. In practical terms, the Berserker's Masquerade Gloves are loyal to a butcher’s creed of aggression. They’re part of the Berserker’s line, forged for offense and for those who count on critical moments to tilt the odds. Put on these gloves, and you feel the power coil; your strikes press harder, your crits feel louder, and your hands seem to remember every swing as if rehearsed. They play nicely with ferocity-focused builds, where Power and Precision meet—where a well-timed burst can shred a foe’s resolve before the audience can blink. In group play, they read like a lauded stagehand: a splash of showmanship that doesn't steal the scene, but makes it possible. They’re equally at home in solo skirmishes where reach and grip matter, or in chaotic raids where a clutch moment can swing a fight. Market chatter around these gloves is a story in itself. On the Saddlebag Exchange, a steady trickle of listings pings through the day, and the price tag shifts with the crowd’s appetite for flashy DPS. A pristine set can fetch a tidy sum, while a well-worn pair in good condition will still draw nods from collectors. Some buyers chase the look first; others chase the numbers, hoping the glow of the mask translates into a few extra crits. The right buyer glances at the gilded motif and sees not just leather and lace, but a herald of bold, reckless precision. The price tag becomes the silent chorus of buyers, the glow of the mask signaling that the weapon in their hands is more than chrome and cloth. Ultimately, these gloves are not decoration but a dare to strike with style, to risk everything for a moment of unmasked clarity as arena lights flare.