The Bronze Bow Novels & Stories

An older looking member of the party took the bow, studying it closely and everyone was silent as they watched and waited for his answer. "It's made of yew wood, which I notice there is a lot of around here. It is sturdy, almost as good as one of our own. But it has a slight.. difference to it. It's more... feminine feeling. As if a woman had made it." Handing the bow back to Liam, Cal then took the arrows he was offered to inspect. His answer was the same as the bow.

It lingered, like it actually meant something, like it was trying to tell him how the weapon worked beyond numbers and skills. He let it sit for a second before his eyes moved down. Luna Eclipse Bow. Tier — Soulbound Mythic. Level — 1. The bow formed in his hand as his focus shifted, smooth and immediate, and the moment his fingers settled around it, that same quiet alignment returned, not overwhelming, just… right. Up close, it didn’t try to look excessive. The shape was clean, curved for precision, but the material carried something deeper, a darker base threaded with faint silver lines that moved slowly beneath the surface like moonlight trapped inside it.

It appeared that the weapon was emitting the aura of an elite-quality spiritual treasure. Its quality fell precisely between superior-quality and on the cusp of becoming an elite-quality spiritual treasure. Severin speculated that the original craftsman might have lacked enough essence from the metal Uru. However, the bow still stood as the pinnacle among spiritual treasures. With the addition of enough metal Uru, it could evolve into a true elite-quality spiritual treasure.

"Enchantment, Dragon's breath." The arrow began to release a brown glow. The mirage of a dragon appeared in the "arrowhead" and disappeared a couple of seconds later. When the longbow came accompanied by the chief smith, the Chief took the weapon in hands and talked a bit with the man, who was a bit stunned about the crazy idea but decided to give his review after seeing it in action. "Enchantment, Anguish." The reddish bark of the longbow began to glow brightly, three circles appeared in front of the longbow, and another three covered the Chief's forearm.

"This bow is called Overlord Bow. It's said that it was personally used by Xiang Yu. The bow body is made of black iron, weighing 125 kilograms." What?! A hundred and twenty-five kilograms? "Hiss!" Hearing this, all the people present couldn't help gasping. An ancient bow weighing 120 jin? Who could open it? "Overpower Bow? Xiang Yu has used it? That's one of the top ten Chinese bows!" Liu Zhansheng was shocked. As he spoke, Liu Zhansheng stepped forward and tried. He used all his strength and failed to lift the Overlord Bow from the ground.

Jeremy was in thought, as he glanced at Ishmael. “Come with me.” Jeremy said, as he started navigating the vault. After a few twists and turns they arrived in front of a granite pedestal. “This may be of interest, considering that you are a scout.” Jeramy lifted the item slowly, and carefully passed it to Ishmael. “I do not know the origin of the peculiar item. However, what I can tell you is a little bit of the materials and the construction of it. This is actually a reverse bow, crafted out of an alloy that is rather strange. The metal rivals that of ash in weight, but exceeds the durability of steel. From what I have concluded, it should be an alloy from that before our forefather’s age.

It shows to me a perfect beauty of an art. I observed her from the upper deck. Lucah has brought the new set of bow and arrows. The reason why I asked him is that I remembered that I threw away Athena's bow when we first met. I know it was an expensive bow. She will definitely going to use it in this competition. She had an expensive bow, and yet she was using an ordinary one presently in her practice.

Natalia screamed. From the third cargo tender, Alpha Torin didn't rise to his full height; he simply dropped his weight against the iron frame of a grain crate, his massive arms drawing a captured imperial composite bow until the horn limbs groaned under the tension. He didn't use a standard steel point; the arrow tip was wrapped in a rag soaked in the pungent, greasy lard used to grease the piston rods. The bowstring snapped with a sharp, metallic twang.

The entire square has fallen into a still that makes even the wind feel like it is disturbing whatever has just happened. A large expanse of people, as far as my eyes can see, are still on one knee before me…old men with their shoulder length silver hairs, young women clutching their children to their chests, hunters who are still carrying with their their bows from the day’s hunt, even blacksmiths with the soot still staining their hands. Every single one of them had their heads bowed. A sudden frantic vibration hums at the base of my throat, betraying the calm facade I am fighting so hard to keep.

She said softly. I started to tell her I wasn't a soothsayer so I obviously didn't know but she continued without my answer. "My Bren, he was a mercenary." She said, her voice suddenly filled with pain. That peaked my interest. Brontés? A mercenary? The man was so calm and collected. He looked regal and graceful in every way. I found that difficult to believe but Nyx's voice was shaky. That was something that hadn't occurred in the six days I'd spent with them. Nyx might be the kindest and acted like the mother of all but one needed a will of steel to handle men like these. "He was--"