[outdated] Caustic Arrow Solo Map MFer (20/300+)

This is another episode about Fog, my poison arrow Scion, in which we meet "Cloud," Fog's bow. Skip if not interested.
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"Ahem!," said a voice out of nowhere.

This so startled Fog that she nearly dropped her bow.

"Who... who's there?," came Fog's cautious response.

"It's me, silly! Your bow. My name is 'Cloud' and I demand to speak with you."

This came as a shock to Fog. Her bow could speak!

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Actually, all bows can speak. It's just that they most often choose not to.
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Cloud continued, "As it stands, your poison damage is pathetic. We must address this immediately as it reflects poorly on me. Goodness knows what the other bows think. They're probably laughing at me as we speak; it's simply intolerable."

"Um, I... I mean 'we'... should strive for the highest damage possible. What's wrong with my gear?"

"It's that horrible quiver you've equipped!," snapped Cloud. "Only an idiot would wear such a thing."


Bows are not known for their manners; but even among bows, Cloud was renowned for his ill temper and insulting language.

"We must immediately replace your quiver for one befitting my station."

Cloud was also a bit of an egomaniac.

"Well, um, 'Cloud,'" replied Fog, "we can search among the vendors in the bazaar for a suitable replacement. Only we cannot spend much gold; I'm saving for a mighty chest piece rumored to have been used by the great Havoc himself."

And so Fog and Cloud left their apartments to see what the vendors in Sarn's central marketplace had on offer.
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"This! This one!," exclaimed Cloud in an excited voice. "We must purchase this one!"


"But Cloud... it's purple! Such an ugly color. And besides, it's way too expensive."

The vendor wanted five exalted orbs for the quiver; an enormous price, but not entirely out-of-line for such fine workmanship. The purple quiver was one of the finest in the land and would considerably boost Fog's poison damage.

Since the purple quiver was too expensive, Fog and Cloud, continued to browse the market but, try as they might, they could not find another quiver which met with Cloud's approval.

"Well, I'm sorry Cloud," said Fog some hours later. "We'll just have to make due with the quiver I now own."

And with that, they went back to their apartments.
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Later that night, Cloud awoke to the sound of a shrill scream.

"No!," cried Fog. "No! No! No!. We've been robbed!"

Sure enough, Fog's treasure coffer was empty. All the gold she had been saving was gone.

"Quick Cloud. Come with me into the streets. Perhaps the thieves are still about. An arrow or two will stop them."

And so Fog took Cloud down from the peg where he hung and began to dress for battle. Once ready, Fog opened the chest where she kept her quiver.


Shortly afterwards, another scream let loose from Fog's apartments.

"C L O U D ! ! ! !"
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And so it was that Cloud obtained a quiver befitting his station.