Berserker's Soft Wood Short Bow of Earth

Berserker's Soft Wood Short Bow of Earth catches the light as if it were a small sun caught in a forest's elbow. The bow's limbs are pale, almost milky wood, smooth to the touch, with grain lines that ripple like water. The grip is wrapped in tanned leather, worn to the shape of a palm that has learned to trust recoil. Along the riser, runes in earthy browns swirl in a pattern reminiscent of roots gripping stone, and a subtle mossy patina clings to the edges where rain has kissed the wood. The bowstring, taut and bright, hums faintly when you draw it, as if a forest breathes in time with your aim. The phrasing on the grip speaks of endurance and fortitude, a lineage that traces back to berserker rangers who fought shoulder to shoulder with earth-shaded spirits in long-forgotten skirmishes. In the hands of a trained archer, this weapon is not merely wood and sinew but a promise. Its name—Berserker's Soft Wood Short Bow of Earth—speaks to a dual nature: the fierce, unyielding edge of a berserker, and the patient, patient patience of earth. When you nock an arrow, the bow gives a soft creak, as if answering an unseen drum in the ground. The first shot lands with a clean, almost polite crack, followed by successive arrows that thread through underbrush and sunlight with the same ease as a hunter slipping through thornbush. The earth affinity whispers through its motions: steadiness in the moment of release, resilience when a skirmish turns and requires you to hold a line rather than press forward. It’s the sort of weapon that rewards not only quick reflexes but the kind of deliberate patience that a raptor would show when watching a storm roll in. I have seen this bow traded in the little network of markets where travelers barter tales and goods, the Saddlebag Exchange among them a favorite stop for those who carry both scars and currency. There, under a roof worn by wind and peppered with the scent of leather, the bow changes hands with a few coins and some whispered stories. The price is never fixed; the clerks haggle softly, insistent that history adds value. The current owner might walk away with a paltry handful of silver or walk away richer by aether and memory, depending on the mood of the crowd. Still, the bow’s loyalty remains the same: it will find a hunter who respects its temper, a keeper who understands that strength tempered by earth yields not only power but balance. Years from now, tucked into a saddlebag or secured in the corner of a camp, Berserker's Soft Wood Short Bow of Earth will be remembered as more than a tool. It will be remembered as a quiet witness to journeys—long roads, long fights, and the long, patient listening of the forest that never forgets a hunter. If you listen, the bow tells you where to stand, when to strike, and when to retreat home.