Blightwood Shortbow

Every hunter reaches a crossroads in life when a choice becomes clear. They have honed their skills with a bow, surpassing the challenges posed by the Brynmoor prey. They could settle into a comfortable life in the village, hunting the same old deer, earning a regular wage, and basking in a relaxing level of respect from their peers. Or, they could dare to dream bigger, to push their skills to new heights.

The Wild Knights journeyed into more dangerous territories, facing off against deadly monsters warped by the anima twist. Joining them would mean abandoning the comfortable life of friends and family but earning a chance to face challenges that they would never face at home.

Most choose comfort, as one might expect. But those who choose to improve would be taught how to craft a more powerful weapon, casting aside the oak bows that carry their names. They would carve a new name and identity into the limbs of their latest weapon and join the knights. Their names would be whispered, and gossip about them would transform into fireside stories, ghost tales about those still alive, the first embers of legends.