[Cards] Dimensional Quiver (Patreon)

The baron had learned how to rule the small countryside through the one trick he had retained: displacing problems via magic, teleporting any opposition far away. Out of sight, out of mind, he would always say. When the hunter returned with a new fair quiver on her hip, the older man recognized the burning orange eyes that had demanded he stop his conquest.

“You survived your trip Vyra, I’m surprised, and got yourself a cute little gift."

"A gift from the Red Queen, one she was happy to give me in exchange for your head."

"Well, let me know if you find a belt that goes with it.” The spell was quick, the sigil woven in the air before either could blink, but nothing happened, the quiver shimmering as the magic was negated. A second, third attempt, each arcane word falling upon deaf ears.

“I like yours, my lord.” The hunter approached, snapping her cloak's clasp in half, causing an elegant longbow to appear in her hand, the other drawing a hissing arrow from the quiver. “I think I’ll take it.”