Lore: In the world of Saṃsāra, where the balance of resources and precision are revered, the Quiver of Harmonious Ingots holds a place of significance. Forged by a reclusive accountant-archer who saw beauty in the alignment of numbers and the flight of arrows, this quiver became a symbol of synergy between mathematical precision and deadly accuracy. Passed down through generations of sharpshooters and scholars, the Quiver of Harmonious Ingots is said to harness the essence of balance, bestowing its user with the perfect ammunition for each shot.
Stats:
- Rarity: Common
- Level Requirement: Tier 1
- Slot: Ammunition
- Cost: 20 gold pieces
Tags: Magical, Precise, Utility, Elemental Damage, Defensive Utility, Resource Management, Archery, Scholar’s Gear, Alchemical Engineering, Tactical Combat, Adaptive Ammunition, Energy Infusion, Precision Marksman
Use: When equipped by a character proficient in Accounting or similar disciplines, the Quiver of Harmonious Ingots provides the following benefits:
- Calculated Shot: The user gains a +2 bonus to attack rolls when using ammunition from this quiver, reflecting their ability to calculate the optimal trajectory and strike with pinpoint accuracy.
- Versatile Ammunition: The quiver contains a variety of magical ingots imbued with different elemental properties. Once per long rest, the user can choose to imbue their ammunition with one of the following effects: fire, ice, or lightning. This adds an additional 1d4 damage of the chosen element on a successful hit.
- Aegis Exchange: As a reaction, the user can invoke the quiver’s magical essence to create a temporary protective barrier. Roll a d20 and add the user’s proficiency bonus. If the result is 10 or higher, they can reduce incoming ranged damage by half for one round, symbolizing the quiver’s connection to the flow of resources.
Description: The Quiver of Harmonious Ingots is a finely crafted leather quiver adorned with intricate mathematical symbols that seem to shift and rearrange themselves as if calculating trajectories in real-time. The quiver’s pockets are lined with shimmering, multicolored fabric, and each pocket contains small, elemental-infused ingots. As the user reaches for an ingot, a faint spark of magical energy dances across their fingertips.
Perception:
- Sight: The mathematical symbols on the quiver’s surface appear to come to life, tracing imaginary paths and patterns in the air, creating a mesmerizing visual display.
- Touch: When touched, the quiver’s leather feels smooth and well-crafted, like the pages of a meticulously maintained ledger.
- Hearing: As the user moves or draws an ingot, a soft hum resonates from within the quiver, like a harmonious melody composed of mathematical equations.
- Smell: A subtle, invigorating scent reminiscent of freshly forged metal and the faint aroma of parchment pervades the quiver.
- Taste: When lightly brushed against the lips, the quiver imparts a fleeting taste of balance and precision, evoking the sensation of a well-executed plan.
- Intuition: While using ammunition from the quiver, you feel an intuitive connection to the elemental energies that infuse each ingot, enhancing your ability to select the perfect ammunition for each situation and strike with calculated precision.
In a world where accounting and precision are as vital as martial prowess, the Quiver of Harmonious Ingots embodies the essence of calculated accuracy and the art of resource management. Its presence signifies the user’s mastery of balance and their ability to seamlessly blend the precision of numbers with the deadly precision of a well-aimed shot.
A Quiver That Counteth the Stars
In season when moon slept ‘neath veil of cloudy breath, and men marked harvest with songs of prime, there dwelt a lone whisperer of coin and cord — Thalen the Tallied, of inked finger and sharp eye. Not warrior by swing nor strength, but arrow did he shoot with numbers in mind and sums in soul.
Thalen, whose ledgers sang with line and balance, grew weary of mis-aim and chaos. He looked upon the archer’s quiver — a sack, blind and dumb — and thought, “Why must arrows be dumb to need? Should not the tool know the moment’s sum?” And in that moment of ciphered dreaming, he stitched numbers into leather, poured molten ingots while reciting prime, and bathed the whole in smoke of burned scrolls.
So born was Quiv’re Harmonium of Count’d Metal. A pouch not of holding, but of knowing.
Each arrow drawn knew what was needed. A flame when frost was foe. A chill when fire marched wild. A spark when stillness must be broken. The runes upon its spine did shimmer as if they dreamt — symbols danced and sang trajectories in air none else could see.
Now hear ye tale most oft spoke by old-tongued archers ‘neath tavern rafter:
A war rose sudden, like boil upon face of peace. The Mountain Clans came, wild with frost-wind and heavy limb. The King called forth many, yet few stood. Among them, the humble Thalen, clad not in mail but in robe marked with ledgers.
“Who bringeth scribe to battle?” mock’d the swordfolk.
But Thalen spake soft, “I carry quiver that knows.”
Upon battlement’s edge, he stood, and arrows flew — not like hail, but like ledgers writ in fire. One found the heart of the stormcaller, wrapped in frost. Another split helm of shield-knight, a jolt like thunder. When asked, “How knew you where they fall?”, Thalen answered only, “I added their weight, subtracted mercy, and let the quiver do the sum.”
So the Mountain Clans broke like sand ‘gainst abacus tide.
When quiet returned, Thalen vanished, some say into ledger’s page, others say ascended by beam of balanced light. The quiver? Found later on shrine of parity, arrows aligned by color and cost, awaiting next of keen balance.
Moral of the Story: He who balance both coin and wind, shall loose no wasted arrow.