Oathbow
Description
A finely polished dark wood ribbed with Mithral culminating into an unusual ornate basket hand guard on the grip are the predominant features of this fantastic weapon. A small groove is placed at the top of the hand guard, suggesting an arrow could be nocked in its place. This weapon looks both intricate and beautiful, but is nearly impossible to break. The reason for this is the sinister secret within the wood: hundreds of enchanted tiny bone fragments from all the different creatures of the world placed meticulously within the frame of the weapon reinforce it. Should the wielder call upon the powers of the weapon against any enemy, the bow draws from a fragment of bone matching the victim's race, the knowledge of the targets weaknesses, and then harnesses the wielders lethal intent. Each arrow fired from the weapon at the intended enemy strikes with decisive accuracy and ruthlessness.
Lore
The creation of this bow, though beautiful in appearance, carries with it a tale of ugliness and hatred. An elven child witnessed her entire forest village burned to nothing around her by a large raiding party of orcs. Forced to hide under her parents charred corpses once the vile band entered the sanctum to loot the remains of her fallen kin, she vowed revenge. The village was remote and far removed from other elven settlements, and knowing nothing about other races, the girl Layoin grew into a woman living off the land, slaying all who came to close to the cremation site of her people.
As time went on she practiced her hunting skills on every humanoid that dared enter her domain, relentlessly seeking the death of any man, woman or child who was not like her. As surrounding settlements started to spring up around her forest, Layoin grew more restless, and found herself falling deeper into the cycle of hatred, making all who entered her homeland her enemy without parlay of any kind. As she took more and more trophies from every new victim, the elven maiden, barely older than a hundred years, began planting the bones of her victims into the bow of her dead father. Upon placing a bone fragment into the weapon, each time she would whisper a prayer to any god willing to hear it that she would like to continue the murder of all evil beings for as long as she lived.
While she thought that her prayers had been answered by a just god, they were instead intercepted by a powerful and ancient demon, an aspect of hatred so vile that its essence corrupted her mind and empowered the bow, causing the deadly weapon to seize her will and force her to desire more senseless slaughter.
Layoin was driven mad by the demon's insatiable bloodlust, and she eventually left her forest to kill all that she could, leaving a trail of blood so dark and rich that the road she walked was said to be stained red for every year she had been forced to endure. As time went on, all beings fled at the sight of her. Not just men and women, but animals and even insects. For why she did not understand, but she did not care anymore. Her path of war against all things living at last ended when she met an elven prince by chance on an exhausted field of battle. She called out to him, to let him know that she had spent her life in service to her kind. She was shocked and heart broken when the prince looked at her in horror and immediately charged her without hesitation.
She was so surprised and saddened that she allowed him to run her through. As she fell to the ground, her eyes met with the princes and softly asked why, after all this time searching and killing, would he slay one of his own lost children in combat so heartlessly? The prince looked at her in confusion and said something to her in a language she no longer understood. When he saw the look of confusion in her dying eyes, a brief expression of sorrow and sympathy came to his face, and he uttered words in a shaky, heavily accented voice that made her eyes go wide one last time, just before she passed. "I apologize, creature. I do not speak demon very well."