Honed Soft Wood Short Bow of Hobbling

Honed Soft Wood Short Bow of Hobbling rests in the crook of your arm, a slender curve of pale, honey-slick wood, the grain running like thin rivers under a satin varnish. The limbs are soft to the touch, as if the wood remembers every breeze that bends them. The string is taut and quiet, a whisper of animal sinew dyed into shadow. On the grip a wrap of weathered leather—dark as rain-streaked stone—offers a firm, forgiving hold. Along the lower limb a micro-engraved sigil curls in a line of ivy and runes, a reminder that this is not merely timber and string but a tool tempered with lore: to hobble a foe, to slow a pursuer, to turn a chase into a chapter in someone else’s story. The bow's reputation travels with the hunter who presses this wood to the arm; the arrowhead kissed with frost; the shaft tipped with a small runic stone that hums when the bow is drawn; when the shot lands, a careful chain of runes slows movement for a breath or two. It's not a kill weapon, not a pure hunter's tool; it's a song of restraint, a way to buy time in a skirmish, to break a pursuer's rhythm, to turn a chase into a chapter in someone else’s story. Legends tie this bow to an earlier ranger-keeper who carved it from a fallen softwood wharf tree by a river where the fog pools. They say the Hobbling enchantment came from a girl with the skill to read wind and movement, a girl who learned to force a foe to stumble before they flee. Whether truth or tale, the bow remains a quiet reminder that power in combat can be patient, a whisper that travels farther than a shout. On the market canvas of the city, a trader with a sly grin holds up the Honed Soft Wood Short Bow of Hobbling and names its price as if it were a lantern-light secret. He speaks of the draw, the balance, the way the sigil catches the lamp and rewards a hunter with a breath of time. That trade thread winds toward Saddlebag Exchange, a bustling hub where buyers swap stories as readily as gear. The price tilts between markets and moods—silver enough to feel the weight of a night’s pursuit, sometimes less if the runic wear has seen longer service. The exchange offers a chance to test a bow like this, to trade a few coins for a chance to bend fates in a skirmish. Back at the trailhead, I learned its true value isn't the coin spent but the way it changes the moment—how a hunter can draw, release, and watch an enemy stumble, not out of mercy but out of time. The Honed Soft Wood Short Bow of Hobbling is more than a weapon; it's a quiet negotiation with the world, a piece of wood that teaches patience and pace, a story that continues with every pull of the string.