Berserker's Elder Wood Longbow

Berserker's Elder Wood Longbow gleams under the shop lamp, a sculpture of curved amber and dark grain. The elder wood's fibers run like a river of dusk, the limbs smoothly rounded, the edges shaved to a hunter's whisper. The grip is wrapped in cracked leather that smells of pine sap and long travels, and along the riser runes pulse faintly as if the bow remembers every quarrel it has witnessed. A thin lacquer catches the light, throwing a warm halo along the bow's belly, while the string is taut as a drawn sigh, ready to answer any call to draw. Crafted for a Berserker's creed, the bow seems to breathe speed and ferocity. It carries a history of the old forests, where elder trees grew with ancient patience, and names like 'Berserker' were whispered by skirmishers who danced on the edge of a blade. When drawn, the limbs spring with a woody crack that feels almost like a heartbeat — a signal that the hunter within is stoked, not mere marksman. On the battlefield it becomes more than wood and string; it is a story tool, enabling a volley that rips through shielded lines, then pivots to a precise, clean headshot at the moment a foe misreads your posture. The Berserker's prefix speaks of power, precision, and ferocity — a combination that rewards aggressive play: more power behind each arrow, a higher chance to crit, and a ferocity that amplifies the impact of each hit. Characters who prize mobility will love its draw weight. The balance points toward high DPS in true glass cannon builds, yet the bow is patient enough for careful aim between skirmishes. The Elder Wood's natural flex dampens recoil, forgiving quick follow-up shots, and the source of its legendary lore—an arrow from the elder grove that never forgets a hunter. Market and memory entwine in this item. Traders speak of brisk demand in markets near the trade roads, where caravans gather, and in whispers around a pier-side stall, a vendor will claim that a pristine Berserker's Elder Wood Longbow can move between three and five gold coins, depending on enchantments and grip condition. One such bow found its way into the hands of a courier who rode between towns, passing through Saddlebag Exchange, a bustling marketplace where every merchant knows the weight of a good bow and the stories it carries. To carry it is to carry a map of where your arrows have landed — and where they might land again. Its role in the world isn't merely as gear; it is a thread in a larger tapestry: quests that require patience and timing, a nod to the old traditions of skilled bowmen who spoke softly and aimed true. In the end, it remains a tool and a token, trusted by those who walk the road with it and who trade under sun and lantern, carrying stories as easily as arrows. Its wood remembers winter hunts, summer markets, and the oath sworn beside firelight, always.