Magical Short Bow Skin

Magical Short Bow Skin rests on the workbench like a captured moon, the stave carved from a narrow strip of ash and polished until it drinks light. The grain is a river of brown with silver specks that catch the lamplight. The limbs carry delicate runes—thin cobalt lines that glow faintly, not to shout, but to listen. A wrap of pale tan leather grips the center, worn smooth by years of rain and hands that know the forest’s secrets. Near the arrow rest, a tiny brass sigil—an archer’s eye encircled by a ring of leaves—sleeps in the grain, as if the wood remembers every shot. When you lift it, the string hums with a quiet energy, a thread of silver that tightens with your breath and softens when you lower the bow. There is a smell of cedar and old rain, of campfires that burned long into the dawn, all pressed into the lacquered surface. Lore circles this skin as if around a campfire tale. They say it was tempered in the twilight glade by a hunter who walked the edge between dawn and dusk, a pathfinder who learned to bend light and listen to wind. Some nights, the runes bloom brighter when the moon is high, as if the bow remembers a vow spoken in an arrow’s whisper. If you listen closely, you can hear the old wood sigh with gratitude when you notch a shaft, as though it is guiding your aim toward something that matters beyond points and prestige. In the right hands, the Magical Short Bow Skin feels less like a tool and more like a thread tying past hunts to new ones. In the world of skirmishes and quiet camps, this skin is more aura than engine. It doesn’t alter your stats, it doesn’t grant extra damage, but it changes how you walk into a clearing, the way your shadow tips to the left when you draw. The glow along the runes becomes a steady companion at dusk, a signal to allies and a lure to foes who think they know all your tricks. It invites storytelling—a hunter who once used it to stalk a stag through moonlit fog, a ranger who named their shots after constellations, a party that swore the bow sang when it found the right opening. Prices drift in the market’s breath, of course, and the Saddlebag Exchange is the scene where you hear the price of dreams spoken in coins. A cautious vendor will name a price around two gold coins, perhaps a touch more if the moon has laments to spare; in leaner days it slips toward a gold and a half. Trade happens in measured whispers, sometimes bartered for a small trove of silver and a tale from the road. Each purchase feels like a pact: a little more color, a little more memory, a little more of the world you’re building with every shot.

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Average Price

47.9001

Total Value

47.99

Total Sold

1

Sell Price Avg

47.9001

Sell Orders Sold

1

Sell Value

47.99

Buy Price Avg

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Buy Orders Sold

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