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9/5/2015 12:11:33 AM
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"This bow will be on the strength found within yourself. If you are in full concentration it fly true." [b]He makes an arrow out of fire. He draws the bow back to the Corner of his lip. He seems to be well concentrated. He releases and a loud boom is heard and the arrow flies miles down leaving a small streak of fire.[/b]
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That would be a bit destructive if I use it
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"I trust that you will use it wisely. If things get out of hand I can just turn the bow back to smoke, so it is unusable." [b]He holds the bow out in front of you.[/b]
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*takes the bow and picks up the arrow I fired at you before* Since it's blunt the energy might be released into a shock wave
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"Hmm. Yeah possibly."
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 9/5/2015 12:32:02 AMTime to test it *stands up and slowly pulls back the string*
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[b]The string feels a bit heavier than a normal bow. The ends of the bow start to release smoke, fire and embers.[/b]
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*the cloak cracks and pulses with electricity as I slow my breathing*
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[b]The electricity flows to the bow, forming over the fire. It seems that the bow was made for the archer who wields it. The bow now covered in electricity seems more comfortable for you now but the ends of the bow remain to be fire and smoke. The strange markings then turn to the color of your electricity. [/b]
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Crying isn't a sign of weakness. It's a sign of having tried too hard to be strong for too long *pulls the string back a bit more and a streak of lightning strikes the tip of the arrow as it flies off into the distance*
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[b]He watches the arrow fly.[/b] "I see."
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*it explodes after traveling 25 miles sending electricity and shards everywhere blasting sand into the air*
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[b]He whistles.[/b] "Whoa. So how do you like the bow?"
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Very interesting *there's a slight spark in the aftermath*
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[b]He looks at it.[/b] "You like the bow?"
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Yes *there's a second explosion blasting the sand even farther turning it into glass instantly*
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"Huh. Looks like I did a good job."
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*slings the bow over my shoulder and hugs you* Thank you
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[b]Hugs back.[/b] "No problem bud."
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*you notice the cloak is made of black flower pedals*
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"Huh. Did you make this yourself?"
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Umm...yes
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"How?"
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Well I grew a few dozen special roses...plucked the pedals then sewed them together
