Ley Line Short Bow Skin

Ley Line Short Bow Skin rests on the counter like a captured memory of a storm-touched day. The limbs are slender as reeds, polished to a glassy sheen that catches the light in shards of azure. Thin runes run the length of the bow, not raised so much as whispered into the grain, and they pulse with a faint blue glow whenever a draft of magic brushes the room. The grip is wrapped in hand-tanned leather, cool to the touch, with a texture that fits the hand as if it had waited years for this exact edge of wood and light. Along the belly, veins of electric teal trace a pattern reminiscent of a star-map drawn across a living tree, and when the string is drawn taut, the glow deepens, as if the ley lines themselves answer the call of an arrow. This is not merely color and craft; it is a memory of pathways that thread through the world, the quiet architecture of motion. Legend speaks of couriers who moved along concealed currents of magic, their arrows tracing invisible highways from glade to glade. The Ley Line Short Bow Skin is rumored to be carved from timber that once stood at a crossroads—where two lines crossed in a whisper of wind—and tempered by rain that fell in perfect parallel to those lines. When an archer draws the string, the runes flare like distant thunder, and the first shaft that leaves the bow carries a faint blue afterglow, a souvenir of currents long traveled. In practical terms, the skin is a mark of identity more than stat, a statement in the heat of a firefight. It changes nothing about damage numbers or reload times, but it changes everything about presence. An observer sees the glow bloom with each nock and release, a visual breadcrumb that your arrows ride the paths of old stories. For a hunter of ruins or a courier of rumors, that glow is a companion, a reminder that every shot echoes along a wider network of motion and memory. The marketplace in the morning footfall of the city holds a quiet ritual around such pieces. Saddlebag Exchange, the morning market where leather banners flutter and copper glints, carries the piece with a tag scrawled in careful gold. A stout merchant named Lerope fingers the slip and quotes roughly two gold. The price feels like a small oath rather than a purchase, a commitment to carrying the current in your hands as you traverse road and ruin. And so the bow remains, waiting for a night when the stars align with a target, when a traveler needs to feel the pulse of a world that moves around them. The Ley Line Short Bow Skin isn’t merely a piece of ornament; it is a thread in the loom of the world, a way to see the path before you and know that you are part of a larger map, traced in blue light across the grass and stone.

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Average Price

31.2063

Total Value

30.70

Total Sold

1

Sell Price Avg

31.2063

Sell Orders Sold

1

Sell Value

30.70

Buy Price Avg

20.062

Buy Orders Sold

0

Buy Value

0.00

Ley Line Short Bow Skin : Sell Orders

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Ley Line Short Bow Skin : Buy Orders

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13.37011
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