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One of two Gauntlet of Titan Strength or possibly Lesser Gigas Gauntlets,this gauntlet remains the sole still in the lands and is commonly referred to as Giga. Originally released at the EG'09 Grand Auction. At that time there were two, an eahnor and a golvern gauntlet. Giga is owned by Nordred.

a silver-bound golvern gauntlet

Inspect

You carefully inspect your golvern gauntlet.

You determine that you could wear the gauntlet on your hands.

It looks like this item has been mainly crafted out of golvern.

Analyze

You analyze your golvern gauntlet and sense that there is no recorded information on that item.  It may or may not be able to be worked on by a merchant alterer.

You get no sense of whether or not the gauntlet may be further lightened.

Activation

Utilizing this verb activates the gauntlet. When activated the gauntlet negates 40lbs of encumbrance for 20 minutes. This effect can be used 6x daily. This effect can stack with other encumbrance reducing items such as blue feather-shaped charms.

VERB FIRST THIRD
CLENCH You clench your gauntleted fist, and a sudden rush of immense strength explodes through you. It rises up in your throat, and you are unable to contain the primal scream that claws its way out of your mouth. A wave of fire blazes through your body with such potency that it sets your skin aglow for a moment with bright dawn-hued light.

Roundtime: 3 seconds.

XXX clenches his gauntleted fist, and a primal scream cuts through the air around him. His musculature swells visibly as a wash of dawn-hued light blazes from beneath his skin.

Once the effect wears off you will have approximately 60-90 seconds of “enfeeblement”. During this period you will have increased round time, encumberance and decreased attack strength.

Strength leeches from your limbs, leaving behind a sense of enfeeblement, as if your body's capabilities have been stretched too thin.

You feel greatly recovered from your enfeeblement.

Verb Traps

VERB FIRST THIRD
WEAR You thrust your hand into a silver-bound golvern gauntlet. Light builds in the gauntlet's knuckles before washing over its surface in a series of dawn-hued ripples. The radiance continues down your arm, suffusing your limbs with a flush of rampant strength that passes through you in a glorious rush before burning out. You flex your hand, and the segmented golvern fingers of the gauntlet move as if one with your flesh. XXX thrusts his hand into his golvern gauntlet. Light builds in the gauntlet's knuckles, expanding to wash its surface and XXX's arm in a series of dawn-hued ripples. XXX flexes his hand and stretches the gauntlet's segmented fingers.
CLENCH (already active) You clench your fist in the golvern gauntlet. For a moment, your vision blazes with dawn-hued light. The raging tide of power within you burns with fury, like fire and ice in your veins. XXX clenches his golvern fist. For a moment, his eyes burn with searing dawn-hued light.
TOUCH Raising your gauntleted fist, you brush your golvern gauntlet with the fingers of your other hand.

Delicate swathes of dawn-hued light streaks across the golvern knuckles of the gauntlet.

XXX raises a gauntleted fist and brushes his golvern gauntlet with the fingers of his other hand.

Delicate swathes of dawn-hued light streaks across the golvern knuckles of the gauntlet.

REMOVE (enfeebled) You struggle to remove your golvern gauntlet, but your fingers and arms are so sapped of strength that you can barely move the heavy golvern gauntlet. XXX struggles feebly with his golvern gauntlet.
REMOVE (activated) You struggle to remove your golvern gauntlet, but the flow of power emanating from the segmented hulk of golvern is such that you cannot separate it from your skin! XXX struggles with his golvern gauntlet, but cannot seem to remove it!
REMOVE You let your fingers go slack and draw the golvern gauntlet off gently, so as not to damage your weaker flesh. A tugging sensation pulls at your skin, as if the gauntlet is reluctant to let go. XXX relaxes his hand and removes his golvern gauntlet, though not without some effort.

Ambient Messaging

Ambient messaging only happens when the gauntlet is activated,

Flashes of dawn-hued energy erupt from the fingers of your golvern gauntlet in a dazzling display.

A small series of dawn-hued sparks dances along the golvern fingers of your gauntlet, dissipating as they reach the knuckles.

Dawn-hued glimmers flow over the back of your gauntleted hand as your golvern gauntlet emits a softly musical sound like the tolling bells.

Deep dawn-hued pools of luminescence dapple the surface of your golvern gauntlet, expanding into larger bodies of color before slowly dissolving.

Tiny motes of dawn-hued brilliance manifest along the back of your golvern gauntlet to race about in geometric patterns.

Luminescent dawn-hued streamers slither across the back of your gauntlet before twining together and vanishing in a small flash.

Streaks of dawn-hued light shoot across the surface of your gauntlet to gather about its golvern fingertips.

Dawn-hued shimmers cascade over the surface of your golvern gauntlet, rippling gently as they disperse into gentle incandescence.

A small series of dawn-hued sparks dances along the golvern fingers of your gauntlet, dissipating as they reach the knuckles.

Beginning at its golvern knuckles, skeins of dawn-hued energy build about the gauntlet on your hand before dispersing with a crackle.

Gentle radiance builds in a hazy and uncertain sphere about your golvern gauntlet.  Brighter specks of light dart through the misty globe like dawn-hued fireflies.

A halo of glimmering dawn-hued brilliance coruscates over your golvern gauntlet with a sound like booming thunder.

Loresong

First Person

Stirred to life by the power of your voice, rivulets of dawn-hued radiance coalesce over the golvern gauntlet before threading out into the air.  As the quickening halo of luminscence spirals outward, blots of light amalgamate in its depths with blinding intensity.  The brilliance spreads like swirls of dye through clear water, and the shapes mute into huge spectral humanoids.  Not one seems to heed the presence of other objects or beings in the space it inhabits.  Your voice falters.  The figures shrivel and dim before winking out, leaving silence and darkness in their wake.

A veil of dawn-hued effulgence blossoms from the golvern of the gauntlet illuminating phantasmal hulks gathered in a rough ring.  The golvern gauntlet serves as the semicircle's epicenter.  Nigh-tangible, the huge and vaguely humanoid specters lumber and shift about soundlessly.  Ripples blur the edges of their forms, leaping and dancing in time with the vibrato of your voice.  Just as your command of the loresong begins to fray, one of the massive creatures steps forward and raises a ghostly hand to point at the gauntlet.  Your voice fails, and the titanic figure collapses into a puddle of writhing dawn-hued light that oozes into the ground.

Fingers form of dawn-hued light, held aloft at a point higher than the top of a giantman's head.  The radiance pulses in time with the cadence of your voice, spreading to shape first one, then an entire gathering, of immense humanoids.  One of them, a massive being who fixes you and the golvern gauntlet in a baleful glance, moves toward you in a display of serpentine speed.  In one moment, he is more than two arms' spans away from you, and in the next, he glares directly down into your eyes, the world barely visible through his luminous and dawn-hued form.  Startled, your voice breaks, and the song fails.  The titans disperse and bleed into the air until only a glowing haze remains, and that, too, soon fades.

Just as you begin to recover your breath, a torturous emptiness tugs at your lungs, as if the air is being drawn out of them.  You feel your lips move and give agonizing birth to a basso voice.  The roar that erupts from your mouth is far too deep to have sprung naturally from your throat.  In the succeeding silence, it rasps a sharp phrase that sends you reeling!  The presence within you departs and leaves you feeling wasted and weak.

With no little hesitation in your voice, you allow the power of your song to flow over the gauntlet.  Dawn-hued light erupts from its golvern knuckles and lances into your chest!  In an improbably deep bass, you let out a murderous shout.  Its sense is lost to your ears, but its furious intent is clear.  You stagger backward.  The power of your song frays into tattered streamers of magic that spark in the air around you.

A barrage of dawn-hued light lances out of the glove and roars over you in a wash of agony!

Third Person

The golvern gauntlet seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
The power of XXX's voice crests over the frame of the golvern gauntlet and stirs to life rivulets of dawn-hued radiance, which coalesce over the gauntlet before threading out into the air.  As the quickening halo of luminscence spirals outward, blots of light amalgamate in its depths with blinding intensity.  The brilliance spreads like swirls of dye through clear water, and the shapes mute into huge spectral humanoids.  Not one seems to heed the presence of other objects or beings in the space it inhabits.  XXX's voice falters, and the figures shrivel and dim.  They leave silence and darkness in their wake.

The golvern gauntlet seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
A veil of dawn-hued effulgence blossoms from the golvern of the gauntlet, illuminating phantasmal hulks gathered in a rough ring.  The golvern gauntlet serves as the semicircle's epicenter.  Nigh-tangible, the huge and vaguely humanoid specters lumber and shift about soundlessly.  Ripples blur the edges of their forms, leaping and dancing in time with the vibrato of XXX's voice.  Just as XXX appears to release his focus on the song, one of the massive creatures steps forward and raises a ghostly hand to point at the gauntlet.  XXX's voice fails, and the titanic figure collapses into a puddle of writhing dawn-hued light that oozes into the ground.

The golvern gauntlet seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
Fingers form of dawn-hued light, held aloft at a point higher than the top of a giantman's head.  The radiance pulses in time with the cadence of XXX's song as beams of light spread to shape first one, then an entire gathering, of immense humanoids.  One of them, a massive being, fixes XXX and the gauntlet he carries with a baleful glance.  The titan bleeds through space with a serpent's speed, racing toward XXX without twitching a phantasmal muscle.  He glares directly down into XXX's eyes, the brilliance comprising his mammoth physique washing in unrestrained waves over XXX's smaller form.  Startled, XXX loses control of his voice and it breaks, shattering the song.  The titans disperse and bleed into the air until only a glowing haze remains, and that, too, soon fades.

The golvern gauntlet seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
XXX takes a deep breath in the wake of his song, but the intake of air transforms into a strangled gasp.  XXX's lips move, seemingly of their own voliton, giving birth to an improbable basso voice raised in a furious roar!  In the succeeding silence, it rasps, "Fools!  Little fools!  Only titans may have titan powers!  On your stinking, fragile hand, and forged by your talentless smiths, do you think that you can hope to master the might that flowed through our mighty veins?"  XXX staggers as if struck and collapses to his knees, looking wasted and weak.

The golvern gauntlet seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
No little hesitation is evident in XXX's voice as he allows the power of his song to flow over the gauntlet.  Dawn-hued light erupts from the gauntlet's golvern knuckles and lances into his chest!  An improbably deep bass voice rumbles from his core.  It shouts, "Leave us be!  Vile creatures, small creatures!  You have taken enough in your thirst for pillage, your hunger for conquest!  Begone!"  XXX staggers backward, the power of his song fraying into tattered streamers of magic that spark in the air around him.

The golvern gauntlet seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
XXX's eyes open wide as a barrage of dawn-hued light lances out of the glove and blazes over him!

 * XXX drops dead at your feet!