Berserker's Soft Wood Short Bow

The Berserker's Soft Wood Short Bow rests on the workbench, its grain gleaming like a captured sunset. The limbs are slender and softly curved, carved from pale, honeyed soft wood that feels almost velvety to the touch. The grip is wrapped in worn leather, each turn of the braid echoing footsteps along a forest path. The bowstring is a whisper pulled tight, a line of tension that hums when you stroke it with your thumbnail. Across the belly of the weapon, subtle runes are burned in copper: not garish sigils, but the quiet script of a craftsman's vow— to temper fury with focus. A copper ferrule anchors the tip, catching glints of light as if it wore a halo in a dim workshop. The bow’s satin finish allows the wood to breathe under heat and stay ready in a hunter’s hand. When you lift it, you feel the commitment of a brace of arrows ready to sing. The Berserker's name is more than a label; it’s a whisper of lore. It’s said to have emerged from a band of berserkers who traded raw rage for swift, surgical strikes. They stood at the edge of a pine thicket, where the air tasted of resin and risk, and carved their own fate into the wood: a weapon that could snap a man’s guard with a single, precise breath. This bow carries that memory, a lineage carved into grain and string, an object that wants to be drawn back and released not with unconsidered fury, but with disciplined speed. In the hands of a hunter who favors rapid, pinpoint shots, its elasticity seems to feel the heartbeat of a chase. In gameplay, that connection to speed and precision isn’t mere metaphor. The soft-wood construction yields a responsive snap at the moment of release, rewarding those who weave movement, aim, and timing into a single breath. It’s the weapon of skirmishers who roam between cover, striking at backlines with a flurry of precise shots. It’s no accident that veterans speak of the Berserker’s Soft Wood Short Bow as a companion to ambition—a tool that becomes a character in its own right, one that pushes you to adapt, to chase, to stay light on your feet as the world tilts on a single drawn arrow. Market stories drift through the harbor stalls, too, where every blade and bow has a tale to tell. In Saddlebag Exchange, the talk is never merely about price; it’s about who last held the bow, where the wood grew, and how the wind might have bent the string in a storm. Negotiations drift up and down in the same rhythm as the tide, and a traveler might walk away with a fair purchase after a breath of back-and-forth that feels more like a shared legend than a simple sale. By dusk, the Berserker’s Soft Wood Short Bow sits ready in its case, a quiet partner to the next voyage and the next whispered story in the road.