"The brutish construction of these gloves belies the strength they bestow. Gohr was clearly no craftsman, but it would be foolish to ignore the triumph of his work."
- Barrett's Book of Implements

"When hitting it once doesn't kill it, hit it twice."
- Bear Tribe Proverb

"The storm caller returns, day after day, demanding to meet the Tree. He beats his chest and demonstrates his powers, refusing to believe that he will never be chosen."
- Excerpt from Gulyas' Diary

Few skalds still recite the Björnfang Saga, tale of the first bears to walk Sanctuary. The Saga's final line goes as such, "One who wields the Björnfang's tooth, shall thus become its maw."

"Will you let fear cheat you, or will you risk everything to find understanding? After all, death is simply the coin with which we purchase life."
- Zurke

A touch so frigid it stops the heart and chills the very soul.

Crafted from fragments of Duriel's carapace, wearing these gloves, or being struck by them, causes an agonizing sensation akin to pushing one's hands through a thousand shards of glass.

"Can you not hear it? That endless scream from the cold earth beneath your feet!? They are down there, trapped, blind with rage! Waiting to drag us down into the sod!"
- Ravings of Madman Gustav

In the blood dancer's grasp, a victim lies,
A vessel dried 'neath darkened skies.
Their life extinguished, veins burst and drained,
In Cruor's embrace, forever enchained.

Dark wisps creep hungrily across these gloves, like an assassin's blade seeking a life to steal on a moonless night.

After Inarius returned to Sanctuary, he sought a way back to the High Heavens. His first step was to reignite the religion he had abandoned millennia before: the Cathedral of Light.

Driven to surpass Esu, the wizard Naridan's reckless enchantments caused an inferno, devastating the ancient town of Cagrim. Only the gauntlets remained - a solemn warning to all who dare tame fire.

"While known for their proclivity for mischief, the Sidhe, as the Druids call them, are fiercely loyal and will defend all they consider friend..."  - Sarnakyle

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T'an seized a spear and drove it thrice into his mad brother Tan. Alas, the craftier of the twin gods wove one last cunning snare. In place of blood, the wound wept venom and consumed all in its wake.

Despite the Light's blessings, countless Knights Penitent were hewn apart by the infernal hordes. Remnants of their steel lie scattered through the Hells – dwindling lights in the chaos.

"The infamous Necromancer Gaza-Thul's mastery over blood magic was indisputable. Many suspect that upon his death, his skin was used to fashion this eldritch armor."
- Barrett's Book of Implements

"I squeezed and squeezed and squeezed until my knuckles turned white and his breath shuddered to silence at last. I gave him a good death. Bloodless, in the arms of a friend."

Elite Vampire Mages wear these unnaturally smooth gloves when handling human-forged objects tainted by the Light.

Tough leather protects the hands from puncture wounds.

Seared through the flames of combat long ago during the Days of Ash, these gauntlets were forged in the demonic fires of Astaroth and quenched in the blood of heroes.

Those foolish few Monks who abuse their training for personal gain are banished from the Floating Sky Monastery and forced to wander the harsh and unforgiving lands beyond.

Those foolish few Monks who abuse their training for personal gain are banished from the Floating Sky Monastery and forced to wander the harsh and unforgiving lands beyond.