Cleric's Soft Wood Longbow of Smoldering

Cleric's Soft Wood Longbow of Smoldering rests on a rack of pale oak, its limbs rounded by ages and patience. The bowstring is a whisper across the glass, and the wood’s grain swirls like wet clay polished by rain. A narrow inlay runs along the grip, carved sigils that glow faintly when the ember within answers to a warm breath. The Soft Wood is aliased by a name that feels more like a lullaby than a weapon; it promises gentleness beneath steel, resilience under fire. The wood’s surface is smooth as a caress, yet the core carries a quiet heat, as if a quiet hearth breathes within. At tip and limb the smoldering talk is visible—a dusk-orange haze that seems to flicker whenever the bow is drawn, then settles into a steady, patient glow. This is a weapon carved by a cleric who walked through ash and rain, a guardian who traded harsh edges for mercy. The old smith pressed the truth of flame into the curve: arrows leave trails of ember, and those embers cling to armor long after impact. The lore says the bow was tempered with prayers, wrapped in linen soaked with holy oil, and then bound to a relic of a fallen chapel. When a healer rose to meet a charge, the longbow answered with a breath of heat—enough to warn kinfolk without scorching kin, enough to snuff out fear in the eyes of those who faced the dark. It’s a weapon of balance: not a sword-snap of power, but a patient flame that does its work through time and touch. In gameplay, the Cleric’s Soft Wood Longbow of Smoldering is a storyteller’s tool as much as a weapon. You can imagine the healer who once carried it guiding a skirmish, drawing fire away from wounded allies while arrows kiss their targets and leave a blue-gray haze across the battlefield. The smoldering enchantment isn’t loud; it speaks in quiet burn, applying a burning condition that can linger as a reminder of mercy offered too late. Against armored foes, it pierces with steadiness, its soft wood’s natural resilience helping it bend to long-range shots without snapping under pressure. It shines most when paired with supportive builds that can weave regen, cleanse, and conditions, letting the bow’s embers echo through a whole party. On a market-soaked morning, I watched a traveler bartering at Saddlebag Exchange, where old storytellers and shopkeepers swap tales and trinkets as easily as they swap coins. The clerk spoke in careful phrases about pricing, the bow’s value reflecting both utility and history: brisk for a seeker of solace, steady for a hunter who respects craft. The bow carries forgotten vows and bright dawns too. Prices wandered with demand, hovering around a handful of gold, rarely slipping far from the middle; for the right buyer, the Smoldering Soft Wood anchors a long night. If you listen closely, you can hear the bow answer when called by name, as if the land itself remembers every journey.