The arrow whistles from your bowstring, its barbed shaft slicing air with a venomous hiss. It burrows into flesh, splintering bone and locking joints in an iron grip of agony. Limbs twist unnaturally, muscles seizing as the shaft pulses with necrotic rot, crippling the target mid-stride.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ammo | Arrow of Crippling |