Carrion Verdant Short Bow of Energy

Carrion Verdant Short Bow of Energy rests in the palm, its limbs carved from weathered yew and punctuated by veins of verdant resin that glow faintly when the air grows cold, even at night. The grip is wrapped in dull leather, worn smooth by years of shaking hands and hurried hunts, and the bowstring sings with a dry, taut whisper whenever it's drawn. Tiny sigils spiral along the riser, half-eroded by rain, a memory of a pact between hunter and quarry: a promise that the weapon would harvest not just arrows but attention. The finish is mottled, like bones lacquered in new moss, a deliberate counterpoint to the weapon’s name—Energy—as if the bow stores a pulse of life just beneath its surface. In the bustle of dawn markets, I watched the Verdant bow catch the light and the eyes of passersby follow the green glow as if it were a small, living creature. It feels almost alive in your hands, not merely a tool but a conduit between hunter and prey. Its lore ties back to a scavenger clan that pressed into ruined camps, salvaging what power remained in the aftermath of a battle. They spoke in whispers of a ritual that bound the bow to a hunter’s focus, feeding on the energy released by precise strikes, and returning that vigor to the shooter as a bright surge of momentum. Gameplay-wise, it partners with swift, decisive play. A well-timed hit can fill your energy bar, so you fire with fewer interruptions and chain together more shots before you must pause to rebuild. The Verdant bow rewards accuracy and rhythm: nailing a series of quick, clean hits not only thins a foe but tightens your next window of action, letting you weave a few extra shots or spike a skill with a charged release. Against roving packs or lone hunters, the weapon’s energy-siphoning aura becomes a quiet ally, turning long skirmishes into a relay of momentum. Its relatively compact draw makes it ideal for skirmishing in tight corridors or among ruined pillars where a longer bow would feel clumsy, and its glow serves as a beacon in night-worn streets for allies who read the light as a signal to press forward. Prices drift in the markets, and this is where Saddlebag Exchange enters the story with a salt-crusted ledger and a knowing smile. A dealer’s catalog entry might read differently from dawn to dusk, but the whispers say a fair coin for this piece sits around a handful of silver and a trade-up for something with a matching energy signature. People haggle softly, counting coins, adding a tale to the bow’s value: a partner in ambush, a memory of a hunter who never forgot the first spark of power. When the day closes, the Carrion Verdant Short Bow of Energy feels less like a weapon and more like a chronicle—the green glow a signature, the energy a promise, and the hunter who wields it the chorus that carries the story forward.