Healing Shiverpeak Short Bow

Healing Shiverpeak Short Bow gleams with frost-blue grain and a spine of pale resin that catches the light like frost in dawn. The grip is wrapped in worn leather, soft as snow-wind, and the limbs arc with a subtle curve that whispers of glacial winds. Carved runes along the riser trace tales of the Shiverpeak mountains—small sigils of healing spirits, of winter spirits guiding a hunter through storms. The bow's texture carries a memory: the way the wood has aged, the resin preserved against moisture, the way it feels alive in the hand, as if it might draw not just arrows but a thread of mercy from the air itself. To the field, it is a weapon of convergence: it demands patience, precision, and care. While other bows crackle with raw kinetic promise, this one offers a belt of light—each shot beginning as a whisper, then blooming into a healing touch on allies nearby. The first arrow heals a skittish archer who twisted an ankle on a slope; the second steadies a medic who steadies a wounded friend under a shattered boulder. In skirmishes around mountain passes, rangers and healers pass the bow back-and-forth, using its restorative pulses to keep a line from breaking as snow and steel collide. In lore, the Healing Shiverpeak is said to have been forged in a black-ice forge, cooled by glacier breath, then tested on a caravan that wandered into a blizzard and learned to trust mercy as well as aim. Its healing aura travels gently, never overwhelming, a soft shield that snaps back into focus when a moment of breath is found again. Meanwhile, in markets and quiet camps, traders whisper of that mercy in silver and copper. Saddlebag Exchange, a familiar hum of chatter and barter, often becomes the map by which this bow finds its next owner. A hunter might purchase it for a quiet sum—perhaps around 25 to 30 silver—if the runes are intact and the grip shows only the gloss of wear. A vendor will remind a customer that a few copper-smith repairs can restore the string and re-tune the rune, and a sprig of mountain herb tucked into the quiver can help it sing again. Those who carry this bow into stormed valleys know that every merchant's stall is a beacon, a waypoint on a longer road that winds toward rescue and relief. The Healing Shiverpeak Short Bow thus travels not merely as gear but as a narrative thread—an artifact that binds the hunter's skill to the healer's mercy and keeps moving, even as snow drifts sleeve the hillside and the road ahead remains uncertain. Some say the string hums with promise, and others claim the carved sigils glow faintly in starlight, guiding the bearer toward the next mercy. In the hands of a careful hunter, the Healing Shiverpeak Short Bow does more than thin a line of foes; it binds a wounded caravan, a wary scout, and a healer together in shared breath on long winter routes.