Bow of Wills
During the First Age a great struggle occurred between the Hunt and the races of the world. During this event many knights lost their lives to slay the beasts, remove them from the world. It was a success, and those ancients have not been seen since. It is said in legend, that the bones of these monsters spoke in whispers to those who would listen, and only when the bones where silent, was the dragon truly dead. A strong longbow made from the spiked, white bones of a dragon from the Great Hunt. The cracks that spiral the bow are sealed with a soft silver. When looking at the spines on the bow for a long enough time, one will note that they seem to move, waving slowing up and down.Magical Weapon: You have a +4 to attack and damage rolls made with this magical weapon. One-Thousand Voices of Tama'rand: Each time a foe is struck by an arrow loosed from its attuned user the bearer will hear a fragment of the Wills. There are twelve fragments in total represented by each side of a d12. Roll 1d12 each time the bearer hears a fragment and add that value to the damage. Each arrow fired from the bow becomes an Arrow of the Wills doing 2d8 radiant damage for the duration. Proficiency with a longbow allows you to add your proficiency bonus to the attack roll for any attack you make with it.Desire becomes reality, oh wishbearer mine."Are you sure you want to keep going at this with that axe? Shouldn't we turn back?" Iseldis asked, reaching back and nocking another arrow from her elvin quiver to her bow. Her voice was cold and calm, even as Thorgnin, Creag Mhòr gave a mighty leap to avoid a great glob of ice."That is why she gave it to me, I'm one of the only..." A ball of ice rolled past Iseldis, she raised her hand up and undid the clasp, holding her now-freezing cloak. "Why do you so wish to fight an actual DRAGON, old dwarf?"Creag Mhòr widely grinned inside his helmet. The gigantic wyrm rose above them, bleeding wounds covered its gleaming white scales in stark contrast, as it reared up for another breath. The massive axe in his hands was dented, scarred, blacked, warped, and melted at the tip and back. But it still had its honed edge. "We are but knights, Madam Iseldis. Do you not wish to be a dragon slayer?"
Item type
Weapon, Ranged
Rarity
Artifact, Requires attunement
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