"Please… I’m so weak… just a taste… just a little blood… Feed me, or I’ll take it from your veins!"
When I pledged to become a Legacy Blacksmith, I vowed to know no borders in the study and development of magic crafting. From the bones of a green dragon to the very heart of demons, I studied and forged from them all. But few creations have ever felt as demanding as the Bloodthirsty Bow. To this day, sometimes when I’m alone, I still think I can hear a whisper, deep in the corners of my mind, pleading, demanding blood.
It is not a weapon for the weak of mind; its thirst can consume you, and that hunger may become your own, leading you down a dark path. The cult that created this weapon no longer exists, and while I do not know exactly what happened to them, I can assure you, it ended in blood.