Pact Fleet Longbow Skin gleams with the quiet stubbornness of a sunken ship’s spine, a longbow that looks as if it were carved from the last timber of a battle-worn galleon. Its wood bears the pale glow of ash, satin-smooth along the grip, and the limbs curl like weathered rails rescued from a harbor rescue. Inlays of brass thread trace the bow’s length, catching light and throwing it back in a glittering itinerary of lines—as if the weapon itself keeps a log of every tide it has faced. The surface is lacquered in a deep navy that shivers with every movement, a reminder of the Pact fleet’s heralded autumn campaigns; tiny silvery runes along the grip pulse faintly, not with magic for magic’s sake, but with a memory of long nights spent listening to the rattle of rigging and the hush of a deck under starlight. The texture tells a story, too. Run your fingers along the grip and you’ll feel a lacquered grain that seems to remember ires of oiled rope and shipyard scrub. The tips glow with a pale, almost sea-glass sheen, as if the longbow learned to reflect the horizon itself. On the belly of the bow, a crest—an emblem of the Pact fleet—appears as if pressed by a careful hand of a shipwright who believed a weapon should bear witness to its provenance. It’s not merely a skin; it’s a hull that wears wind and water, a piece of the ocean pressed into weapon form. Lore connects the skin to more than aesthetics. It’s said this longbow was tempered by the very sailors who first mapped the coastlines where navy blue meets surf. Timber salvaged from a sunken hull, resin from old shipwrights’ trees, a string spun from sturdy sinew and sea-braid—each element a note in the same sea-shanty. When you draw the bow, you hear it: the creak of timbers, the call of gulls, the whisper of a distant horn. The Pact Fleet Longbow Skin is a talisman for those who fight with purpose, a reminder that every arrow fired is a line drawn in the history we inherit and, in turn, leave behind. In gameplay terms, it’s a cosmetic keystone, a way to tell a story with your character while you roam the world’s more treacherous coves and crowded cities. The skin sits atop any longbow, offering no stat bonuses but a distinct, telltale charisma—the kind that makes a fellow ranger tilt their head and say, “Nice ship, mind lending me a breeze?” It fits naturally into a repertoire of weapons for scouts and marksmen who prize flair as much as precision. Its presence on screen speaks to a career spent reading maps and weather fronts, a reminder that the hunt is both a craft and a narrative. Market chatter threads through the tale, of course. In the bustling market lanes, you’ll hear tells of Saddlebag Exchange, where seasoned traders haggle over curios and rare skins. A stall might glare at the wood’s grain, whispering about shipwrights, breakers’ gold, and the skin’s provenance, while the merchant slides a note with a price that shifts with the tide—sometimes a modest sum, often the kind of bid that makes you weigh whether you’d rather have a story or a silver coin in your pocket. Prices here drift with demand, a current in which the Pact Fleet Longbow Skin can glide from a handful of gold to a more significant treasure when collectors converge. And so the bow rests, patient as a lighthouse, until the next dawn when someone takes it to the line of arrows and lets the sea choose its marks. The Pact Fleet Longbow Skin isn’t merely worn; it’s worn in, a piece of the fleet’s memory ready to be drawn and set free once more.