Cleric's Krait Short Bow

Cleric's Krait Short Bow rests on a weathered beam, its limbs shaped from wind-kissed ash and bound with leather that has darkened to the color of rain-streaked stone. The grip is wrapped in tanned hide, and along the belly runes inlaid with cobalt-blue scales glint when the candlelight catches them. The string gives a crisp, dry note as you nudge it, and the bowhead itself curves like a patient serpent, a quiet hiss escaping when it's drawn. The finish is lacquered to a dull shine that doesn't glare but invites touch, as if the weapon were alive and listening to the world around it. Legend has it that this bow was forged in a temple enclave where clerics tended both the wounded and the venomous. They tempered the wood with ritual waters and etched sigils into the stock to keep the venom at bay, so the weapon could be used to heal where poison festered and strike true at its sources. To hold it is to hold a story of balance—between mercy and ferocity, between jungle's medicine and desert's bite, between the serpent's cunning and the cleric's vow. In practical terms, it is a fierce tool for ranged skirmishers who prize speed and precision. Its shots cut through clutter with ease, and each arrow seems to carry a whisper of Krait venom—a lingering reminder that a single well-placed hit can sour a fight for seconds or for life. Players who lean into their marksmanship and condition-damage builds find this bow complements threads of power and precision, letting you weave in poison and weakness at moments that turn the tide of a fight. It rewards patience as much as it rewards reflex—not unlike a hunter waiting for the perfect moment to strike within a lull in the battle's rhythm. Prices in the markets can be as serpentine as the weapon’s name. The Saddlebag Exchange, a well-traveled row of stalls along the eastern pier, carries testimonies in its ledger about worth and rarity. I watched a courier flipping through a vellum listing that included the Cleric's Krait Short Bow, its value fluctuating with rumors of venom potency and the scarcity of the accompanying venom-sigil charm. The trader spoke of it with a wry smile, noting that a bow like this is not simply a weapon; it's a story carried in wood and string, traded between merchants who know that a tale can fetch a higher price than any pure steel. Thus the Cleric's Krait Short Bow does more than shoot; it narrates a journey from shrine to street, from ritual to road. It invites a ranger to walk the line between mercy and menace, to trust a quiet shot to do a loud, lasting work in the world, and to remember that every hunter moves with a history heavier than their quiver.