Berserker's Soft Wood Short Bow

Berserker's Soft Wood Short Bow rests on the rough wooden table of a seasonal camp, its pale grain gleaming under amber lantern light. The bow's limbs are slim and flexible, carved from a sinewed soft wood that yields with a touch, not a crack, when you bend it. The texture carries a whisper of sap and distant rain, as if the tree kept a memory of a storm it weathered. A narrow grip of braided leather wraps the middle, dark and saddle-soft, with tiny nicks that tell of long hunts and closer calls. The string is thick linen, tightly drawn, the ends tucked into small brass nubs that glint when a spark catches them. Runes are etched along the belly of the bow, delicate as frost on new moss, hints of a name or a vow spoken by a hunter who swore to keep pace with the berserker's fury. The wood’s color shifts from honey to pale ash as the light shifts, and in certain angles the grain seems to pulse, like heartbeat wood trained to listen to the rhythm of the world. In the world where it moves, the Berserker's Soft Wood Short Bow is not merely a tool but a signal. A bow made from soft wood favors quick, near-instant draw and a snap of release that can surprise a wary foe. It excels in ambush and skirmish, where speed matters more than raw power, where a practiced flick of the wrist can drop a charging foe before they close within reach. Its limbs bend with a quiet grace, forgiving a tremor in the hand and forgiving a misstep in the wind. Soldiers tuck this bow into crowded saddlebags, carrying it through markets and muddy trails alike, as if to say: I move with the forest, not against it. Its history threads through campfire stories, where veterans speak of a forest kin that taught a hunter to listen to the tree's breath, to read the grain as if it were a map. Pricing follows the same rhythm of the world: value earned by trust, scarcity, and a well-earned reputation. At the Saddlebag Exchange, the whispers of a price drift like maple leaves on a late autumn breeze, sometimes more generous in quiet stalls, sometimes tougher when traders gather with the morning sun. A buyer may brag about a discount, a seller may bargain with a smile that knows the road ahead. The market’s chatter gives the bow a price of its own, a balance between the wood’s history and the archer’s need. For a hunter who understands wind and footstep, the Berserker’s Soft Wood Short Bow is a companion, a quiet ally that glints with the promise of a clean shot, and a reminder that even a weapon born of gentler wood can carry the wild's ferocity when the moment is right. Rumors persist of a hunter who carved the bow’s name into a friend’s memory, a keepsake traded when lives and loyalties shifted like weather in shadows.