Dire Orrian Bow

The Dire Orrian Bow rests on a scarred display rack, its limbs lacquered midnight-black and carved with interwoven sigils that catch light like frost on iron. The riser is slender, the grip wrapped in cracked leather that smells faintly of salt and oil. The string hums taut and stubborn when drawn, and the nocks at each end are inlaid with ivory runes that glow blue, as if the bow remembers old battles. Across the belly, the inlays form a leaf-like pattern that seems to bend when you stare too long, a reminder of Orr’s drowned past and the hunters who survived it. Legends say this bow was forged in the waning days of Orrian campaigns, during treacherous currents and roiling mists. A warband called the Dire, feared for their mercy and ruthlessness, claimed the bow as a totem, a hunter’s sign that no quarry would escape. When the citadel fell and the sea rose, the Dire Orrian Bow survived, changing hands through sieges and storms, and finding its way into the hands of tutors and scouts who could read the runes as easily as a map. To those who know its history, it feels heavier than wood and string—full of whispered oaths and the weight of a world that would rather forget its lessons. In practical terms, the bow rewards patient, precise play. Its limbs deliver a clean, piercing crack that cuts through light armor and the chatter of ranged threats alike, rewarding steady aim and a confident pull. It suits long-range engagements and open-ground sprints the way a hunter suits a quiet, hungry night: there is little flourish, just the moment when arrow meets target and the world narrows to that single point. Players who favor power builds and precision will find the bow’s balance—footnotes of leather and etched runes—lets them land heavy hits on sturdy foes, shut down spellcasters at range, and slip through crowd control with a well-timed release. It’s a weapon that whispers of old wars but fights for the present, tying past and present together in a single ringing note. Market talk in the harbor is what makes the bow’s story feel alive. Traders speak in low, quick sentences about demand and supply, the way a single nib of silver can swing the price. Saddlebag Exchange lists the Dire Orrian Bow alongside other rare artifacts, its value rising and falling with the tides of quests and new discoveries. A buyer with the right eyes might swap salvaged timber and ore for the bow today; tomorrow, the ledger might tilt toward stouter demands for hunting gear or relics tied to Orr’s haunting memories. For the right collector or hunter, the bow is more than a weapon—it's a passport, a memory, and a promise to carry the old world forward into a new horizon. If you cradle it and listen, you’ll hear the sea in the string and the road in the grain, a history you can shoot toward the horizon. Its history lingers wherever arrows fly.