The Black Bow
(for new friends) It took me years to shape the black iron wood limb while it grew. I started when I was thirteen and have been practicing with a bow since I was five. After I cut the limb it took me another year to slowly carve the bow. By the time it was ready I was to and took my father's short sword and long knife. He also gave me a letter to a mercenary regiment. The regiment I was headed for was already moving to a walled town and Keep. I strode through the open gate and glanced around...