Winter's Arc Short Bow Skin

Winter's Arc Short Bow Skin sits on the frost-tinged desk of a seasoned trader like a pale dawn captured in wood and string. The limbs are ash, lacquered in a glacial blue that seems to breathe when the room cools; thin veins of frost-silver run along the grain, catching the lamp light with every minor scratch as if the bow has memorized a thousand cold mornings. The grip is wrapped in ivory-tinted leather, tight and repeating with quiet history, each turn of the wrap whispering of hunts long past. Snowflake motifs lie etched along the belly, delicate enough to glow in a torch’s glow, and the string—dyed a soft azure—tightens with a faint, ceremonial sigh when drawn. In these textures and tones, the Winter's Arc speaks of patience, of a land that holds its breath until the moment is ripe, a look that promises restraint before the shot. Beneath that gleam runs a thread of lore. The bow is said to have been tempered in the crown of a glacier temple, where winter itself studied the hunter’s rhythm and offered a pact: take your shot with patience, and the frost will guide your aim. An arcanist-turned-smith carved snowflake runes into the limbs as vows—precision over impulse, balance over bravado. The arc of each arrow, in legend, follows a comet’s slow curve, leaving a pale blue wake that cools the air for a heartbeat. Travelers speak of a memory pressed into the wood, a snowfall that never quite melted, a moment when kindness and skill aligned to grant safe passage through a world of hazards. In practice, the skin is cosmetic, a badge of storytelling rather than stat-chasing. Yet it anchors a hunter’s persona in the field: there is a quiet discipline in the way a Winter's Arc shot unfurls, a suggestion of frost upon the air as the arrow slips free. Players who crave atmosphere pair it with winter regalia and roleplay it as a mark of a veteran who learned to listen to the wind. The weapon still obeys the same wind and velocity, but it carries a history in its shimmer—an invitation to pause and witness a moment when cold and focus become one. On market days, the Saddlebag Exchange hums with chatter and clinking coin. Wares spill across crates, stories circulate as quickly as prices. The Winter's Arc Short Bow Skin glints among skins and relics, its price dancing with demand—often a handful of gold, sometimes a touch more when winter’s fever grips buyers, sometimes a bit less in quieter seasons. A buyer might haggle with a storyteller who recalls the bow’s myth, or trade coins for a relic that echoes the hunt. In that bustling exchange, memory and money mingle, and the skin travels again, carrying a fragment of cold courage into the hands of the next fortunate owner. Ultimately, Winter's Arc is more than a look; it’s a line in a larger tale—every shot a whisper between warmth and ice, every owner a keeper of a winter’s vow.

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Average Price

14.733

Total Value

14.73

Total Sold

1

Sell Price Avg

25.5182

Sell Orders Sold

0

Sell Value

0.00

Buy Price Avg

14.733

Buy Orders Sold

1

Buy Value

14.73

Winter's Arc Short Bow Skin : Sell Orders

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Winter's Arc Short Bow Skin : Buy Orders

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