Zealot's Exalted Gloves

Zealot's Exalted Gloves rest on the vendor's block, their surface a dance of burnished copper and deep crimson leather. The knuckles are plated in moon-bronze, etched with sunburst sigils that catch lamplight and cast little embers of color when you flex your fingers. The leather is worn smooth, almost velvet under your touch, and along the forearm a seam runs like a map of old campaigns. The lining smells faintly of resin and ozone, as if a storm-woken forge had cooled its breath in the glove's seams. Lore whispers that these gloves were cut from the mailed filaments of zealots who bridged prayer and action, forged to channel a fervent will into swift, precise movements. When you slip them on, the world narrows to the rhythm of your own heartbeat and the faint whisper of sigils waking under your skin. They grant a steady boost to power and grace, letting your blows bite a touch deeper while your hands carry a little more endurance through the long hours of night patrols. The metal knuckles ring softly on wood, and the leather yields just enough to breathe without slackening your grip. It is the same breath you hear in a chapel before a vow—careful, focused, almost reverent—yet here it translates into the tempo of a duel, a sprint across shattered masonry, or the careful disarm of a foe that would so easily overrun a camp. In the wider world, the gloves carry a story as old as the order that wore them. They are not merely armor; they are a talisman for those who believe that faith and steel can walk side by side. Soldiers lift their arms and feel a shared resolve when the sigils glow faintly at the edge of dusk, guardians intertwining zeal with strategy, crafters using the gloves to steady a delicate weave or a new trap. They become a hinge in a larger tale—one where a small party trusted with a fragile relic must move with precision through a city’s gate, where every step matters and every decision echoes through the next dawn. The market in town hums with that same sense of shared purpose. Prices drift on the breeze, and a parchment slip in Saddlebag Exchange lists them at a count that can be negotiated with a cup of tea and a respectful bargain. A veteran trader mentions that a clean pair will hold its value as the dawn holds the horizon, and a collector smiles, imagining the gloves guarding a quiet night watch. In the end, you buy not just gloves but a link to that long thread of zeal and endurance, a reminder that a single pair of hands can carry a larger vow. Some nights, a craftsman tells me, the gloves hum with a memory of battles fought before the first dawn of peace. If you listen closely, the sigils seem to sigh, coaxing steady breaths and patient feet. The item becomes more than gear; it becomes a traveler’s quiet vow tonight.

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Average Price

7.0365

Total Value

20.60

Total Sold

3

Sell Price Avg

9.5448

Sell Orders Sold

2

Sell Value

18.58

Buy Price Avg

2.0199

Buy Orders Sold

1

Buy Value

2.02

Zealot's Exalted Gloves : Sell Orders

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Zealot's Exalted Gloves : Buy Orders

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