Durgo's Hat
Monoclad hat favored by Blue-Eyed Durgo. Extends arrow range.
The hero Durgo, an expert bowman, and his brother-in-law defended their homeland from aggressors. In spite of Lanafir's policy of isolationism, Durgo was well known even beyond its domain.
The wind howled fiercely, the wind almost like knives, cutting through clothes and armor like they were not even present, and striking directly to the bone with a deep and piercing cold.
Moving slowly through the thick snow, the hollowed soldier made its way through its rounds, an impulse that was left from the remains of its minds. The cold and wind did not bother it in the slightest, in fact, if it were still capable of feeling anything anymore, it would have felt right at home. The magic that protected this city, keeping it in an eternal blizzard, had its affect on those who remained in the city, growing spikes of ice from their very bodies, infusing them with ice and cold.
In the distance, beneath the wind, there was a loud snap.
The Hollow turned its head, looking through the thick blizzard, trying to pinpoint where the sound had come from. Its entire body then snapped to the left, slamming right into an ice-covered wall and remained pinned there by the massive spear going through its sides.
In the distance, on a rampart out of the Hollow's range of sight, Blue-Eyed Durgo raised one hand and gently gripped the monocle attachment of his cap. Twisting the dial slightly, the magnifying glass adjusted itself, enhancing his vision and zooming forward and allowing him to see much further than before. He moved his head slowly, scanning the area for more targets to shoot, looking past the flurry of snow.
He found one after a short time, another ice crystal-covered hollow. Without taking his eye off the Hollow, he reached behind his back and pulled out a large iron spike, a greatarrow, and loaded it into the greatbow. With a grunt, he pulled on the thick rope, causing it to groan from the stress as the curved wood bent with tremendous pressure, but despite this, Durgo held it with a sturdy hand as he waited for the proper moment to release it.
Release it he did.
The bow snapped into place as he hand let bow of the rope, sending the arrow forward with enough force to go through trees, whistling as it flew. In in his vision, he saw the arrow pierce right through the Hollow, sending it flying and off the rooftop it had been standing on and into the whiteness below.
With it gone, he scanned the area further, but saw nothing in the blizzard. Feeling that he had eliminated enough enemies from the general vicinity, he raised his greatbow, freeing it from its anchor in the ground, and slipped it around his shoulders and over his back.
Grabbing the brim of his hat, Durgo continued forward.