Strong Reinforced Scale Gauntlets of the Citadel

Strong Reinforced Scale Gauntlets of the Citadel clasp the wrist with a measured weight that hints at a legend. The exterior is a mosaic of iron-black scales, each plate overlapping like roof tiles, hammered smooth and riveted to a thick leather glove. The back bears the Citadel crest—a tower flanked by two guard sigils—etched so the metal catches the light and seems to pulse with old wars. A thin line of oil marks the seams, and the ends flare into protective ridges that spare the knuckles in a clash. The scent of resin, smoke, and seasoned leather rises when you lift them, and the fit feels forged to a wearer’s hand. The inner lining is a warm honey leather, stitched to cradle the palm and keep a grip from loosening mid-battle. To the people who trade along the road, such gauntlets tell a story before they are worn. They are said to be forged in the Citadel’s own furnaces, tempered in ash and dragon-smoke, issued to guardians who keep cliff paths and market lanes safe. In battle, the scales distribute impact, letting a fighter parry while keeping the bones beneath intact. They balance protection with the dexterity needed to wield a short blade, a pick, or a shield, a statement that the Citadel’s watchmen still stand—even when the city is on the edge of the next storm. In the oldest taverns, veterans swear one set was worn by the Citadel’s first wardens, who learned to read a wind-swept road by feel. Gamers know gear like this can shift the rhythm of a skirmish. The gauntlets give added grip to your weapon, lessen the sting of blunt blows, and keep fingers from going numb in rain and grit. For those escorting merchants or chasing elite targets through treacherous routes, they are a reliable partner—slightly heavier, perhaps, but the weight translates into steadiness after a long swing or a brutal block. On a sun-washed morning, I watched a clerk at the Saddlebag Exchange shuffle coins while banners rustled. A worn pair, scales dulled by age, might fetch modest coin and a promise of delivery to a distant port; a pristine set, still warm with the forge, could draw the attention of collectors who chase relics with histories. The Exchange is where such stories meet—where the price of protection is measured in gold and memory alike. Dealers know the season’s markets, and a premium gauntlet can tell more tales than a ledger ever could. Some purchases are more than metal and leather; they are a pledge that the Citadel’s watchmen still walk the roads, gloves ready for the next storm.