Berserker's Soft Wood Short Bow of the Hydromancer

The Berserker's Soft Wood Short Bow of the Hydromancer rests on a weathered cloth, sunken in lamplight like a dropped coin. Its limbs are pale and gently curved, as if the wood itself remembers a river’s bend, and the grains ripple with a warmth that invites the knuckles to cradle them. A soft wax coating catches the glow, and the pulse of the grain feels almost like a heartbeat beneath the fingers. Along the belly, fine runes are inlaid with blue lacquer, tracing a narrow wave that travels toward the grip. The handle is wrapped in eel-hide leather, cool and damp with spray, and the string—slightly brighter than the silvered heartwood—hums with a quiet tension when you draw it. A discreet sigil, the Hydromancer’s crest, is etched near the riser, a promise that water-wrought magic lingers at each release. The bow’s name is stamped in small letters, a line between ferocity and patience, ready to bite and to bend with equal grace. From the moment the shot leaves, you feel the heritage behind it: a berserker’s fury tempered by a hydromancer’s restraint. In the field, the short bow’s compact form means rapid draws, quick pivots, and a delivery that can slip through gaps others miss. The hydromancer runes are said to cloak the arrow with a breath of rain, softening the moment of impact and giving the target a brief, chilly sting that slows their steps. Those who wield it learn to time their release with the river’s pulse, chaining bursts of speed to moments of stillness when the opposing line falters. It suits skirmishers who want to press an advantage and then melt back into cover, leaving only the whisper of a splash and the memory of a canting current. Put another way, the bow reminds us that power can be as patient as it is brutal—a truth the river teaches in every bend and ripple. The hydromancer’s blessing isn’t loud; it’s a quiet current that lends weight to a swift, precise strike and makes the arrow feel as if it remembers the sea. Market days at Saddlebag Exchange carry the same rumor and pace that make this bow feel threaded into a larger tide. The tag glints; a trader tests your intent as well as your coins, bargaining in a rhythm of gold and stories. I heard a hunter recount how hydromancers steadied a flood’s edge, turning chaos into opportunity, and a price shifted a notch to match the tale. The clerk nods, not surprised, as if the river directed the deal. By sunset, the Berserker’s Soft Wood Short Bow of the Hydromancer has traded hands and found a new owner who will carry river-water in the wood and let it sing through the string. It’s not mere gear; it’s a current you strap to your back, a whisper that the world’s storms can be danced with, provided you know when to loose the arrow and when to listen to the water.