Berserker's Shattered Longbow

Berserker's Shattered Longbow rests on the riverbank, a weapon that looks weathered by time and battle. Its ash-dark limbs are split along the grain, faint coppery runes glowing where they are inlaid. The grip is wrapped in worn leather, the string braided from pale horn-silk and drawn tight. Where the bow once moved with quiet grace, deliberate fractures mark its history. A shard of pale crystal is embedded near the tiller, catching firelight and throwing a ghostly spark along the archer's line of sight, as if the weapon keeps a record of every target it has pierced. Locals tell of Kael, the Berserker who wielded it through the last siege of a ruined outpost. He leapt ahead of the front line, shouting a name that became weathered lore. The longbow cracked under the onslaught of arrows and magic, splinters flew, and Kael fell. The weapon snapped into pieces, yet the smith who gathered the shards carved them into a single instrument bound with resin and iron. Since then, Berserker's Shattered Longbow stands as a symbol: an instrument of speed and brutal precision, a relic that asks the wielder to end as many lives as they begin. In the hands of someone who knows how to ride a charge, the bow becomes a machine of momentum. It rewards aggression: quick forward arcs that trade distance for critical hits, with each shot feeding the next fury of blows. When roused, the shards hum with raw energy, pushing the archer toward riskier shots and braver angles. It is not a weapon for patient sniping alone; it is a conduit for a story in which the hunter learns to live with the cost of every reckless swing. Berserker's gear favors ferocity and power, and this longbow embodies that philosophy—the more you press, the more you draw out of its broken frame. Market days bring the clamor of traders, and Saddlebag Exchange has long stood as a crossroads for such rumors. A pristine Berserker's Shattered Longbow will turn heads there, priced not merely for its resource cost but for the legend it carries. Vendors lean in to whisper about its silent shard and the burnt-orange glow that follows the draw. A buyer might offer gold coins and a dispatch of charr paint, or trade an older bow for a chance to own the next chapter in the weapon's evolving biography. Either way, the price tells you as much about the buyer's hunger as it does about the bow's power. Whoever wields it next will walk a narrow line between glory and ruin, straining the bow to push into the next skirmish and perhaps add another shard to its legacy. The Berserker's Shattered Longbow remains more than hardware; it is a ledger of battles, a talisman for those who understand that every victory comes with a debt and every rebound marks a new beginning. Some say the bow remembers its owners, whispering through the wood when the wind rises, reminding every hunter that stories outlive weapons.