My search for the gauntlets of power.Four or so days ago my journey began. I had heard of gloves brimmering with energy, endowed with a divine light. Before searching for these gauntlets, I began to prepare my monk to harness their true power. Several days past, I had tried my hand at selling a number of rare weaponry; notably caster chaos axes, as well as fortitude pommels and grips. My pockets began to line themselves with gold, but the market quickly became overcome by a flood of migrant merchants. I then decided to travel to doomlore shrine, as I heard of the great riches that came with vanquishing the undead queen herself - Murakai.
At first I dwelved into these dungeons by my lonesome, but I quickly began to take paying adventurers into the depths of the tombs. After many trips, my storage began to fill.
It filled to the point where finding the infamous ectoplasm to craft my gauntlets was one of the few tasks left in my saga. I had travelled across Tyria, all the way to the gates of the Underworld - The Temple of Ages. There I found two shaken men, willing to rid themselves of their ectoplasm for a generous share of my pocket lining.
I then set off into the great mountains North of Beacon's Perch. At the time of the year, the only possible, yet perilous, passage through the peaks was rooted in Ascalon. I had met a man named Arnaud in the seared city itself, he survived the battle of Rin, and managed to safekeep many a pile of glimmering dust. With this last reagent I had all that was needed to craft my destiny.
As soon as I reached the shiverpeaks, I began to descend into the tunnels that hollowed the grounds of Tyria. In what was utter darkness, I pushed to a stone doorwar. And as my reputation as a bold dwelver, and vanquisher of Murakai herself spread throughout the continent, the great dwarves granted me passage to the Central Chamber. There I came face to face with the reknown and mystical crafter, Gobrech Stonefoot. Without a word he took my reagents and mumbled a sutra-like phrase.
He had given birth to my chaos gloves. The pair to rule them all, to conquer the vast wilderness Tyria, and her ring of fire; to dethrone Shiro of Cantha, and ascend to the stars; to liberate Kourna and Vabbi, and lay a path into the desolation itself. It is in the Desolation where the gloves shall slay the shadows of darkness, it is in Desolation where my destiny lies.
