Malign Glyphic Longbow of Force

Malign Glyphic Longbow of Force rests on the desk like a captive sunset: the wood a deep burnished mahogany etched with glyphs that coil along the grip in silver ash. The bowstring is pale as a moon thread, taut and listening, and when you draw it the shaft seems to hum with a quiet electricity, as if it remembers every arrow that ever left its track. The limbs are fluted with mineral veins running through the grain, catching light in a way that makes the weapon feel like a relic of a siege you survived rather than a purchase you made. Along the riser, the Malign glyph is an outward curl of dark crimson runes, and it seems to twitch when you speak low words about precision, as if it chooses its owner by listening for a certain cadence. Between the glyphs the finish catches storms of light, and a micro-scent of resin arises when the bow is freshly polished. The grip is knurled for a hunter's palm, not a clerk's, and the varnish bears a faint trace of ash and smoke from the tempering kiln. The lore, loosely held in tavern whispers and workshop dreams, ties the bow to a pact of scholars who studied force as a tether and a weapon. They believed the bow could channel not only momentum but intent, bending arrows to the will of the archer. To wield the Malign Glyphic Longbow of Force is to carry a ledger of promises: accuracy that feels earned, and a recoil that never betrays the hand that holds it. In the field, the bow's grip glows faintly when you approach a silhouette of an opponent, as though the glyphs are watching for a target. Cadence matters here; shots land in a rhythm that echoes a heartbeat you recognize. Some claim the bow remembers the first archer who bent it, storing a memory of that draw. In the field the glyphs flare faintly when a threat nears, as if the bow weighs each decision alongside the hunter. Master archers whisper that to hold it is to borrow the past and breathe in rhythm with the old drum of their orders. In gameplay the bow rewards patience and posture. Its arrows cut clean through cover, and the Force infusion elevates the impact with a momentary halo, a sign the weapon remembers every draw and release. A hunter who knows the weapon's temper can weave between covers, sending precision strikes that feel almost ceremonial—like the bow is conducting an orchestra of motion rather than firing a simple missile. For a ranger walking a field of skirmishers or a condition-drenched chaos of backline foes, the Malign Glyphic becomes a kind of storyteller: you set the pace, the glyphs echo your intent, and your arrows turn that intent into consequence. Those who pair it with runes that grant precision or fury feel the difference in the split-second after release. The force infusion is not merely a spark of power; it nudges arrows toward the edge of cover and keeps them there long enough for a following shot. It rewards calm, deliberate shots as well as bold, long-range attempts. It rewards calm, deliberate practice greatly. Prices drifted in the open market; I watched two traders bargain beneath a cloth awning, and the Saddlebag Exchange settled the price as the bow found its place there.