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| encountered an interesting variant of the bottomless quiver in one game. which officially had no name but went called it the Storm Quiver because of haw the enchantment worked. Essentially, you could put as many arrows INTO the quiver as you liked - but could only take ane out. When you shot that arrow. it split and multiplied into all the arrows that had been previously stored. So. say you put ten arrows in the quiver. You pull out one. notch it and loose - and your target suddenly gets ten shafts in the chest. But the quivers now empty. Because it was quite a one-shot thing - it could strip the archer of all ammo in a single burst if used recklessly - the ranger ended up using it as his secondary quiver before splashing back to TWF when archery became less optimal. Overtime. | thought he had forgotten about the Storm Quiver. Cut to a year ahead. The main set piece of the campaign is preparing for - and surviving - a massive siege by a conquering Orc horde coming down from the North. While the fighter trains the locals to farm an effective militia and the casters are out buffing everything they can, the Rogue and Ranger go out scouting, to set traps and try to establish exactly how long we have before said horde hits.
Sure enough, they come across the vanguard and after projecting their expected route the Rogue sets about making the next few miles of road the most unwelcoming possible. The ranger just finds a nice hilltop where he can see more of the horde. And pulls out the bow that we'd thought he'd never use again. It turns out that over the last year of weekly game sessions he'd been hoarding every arrow we came across. from the quivers of defeated bandits and the corpses of the slain. He was even buying them fairly regularly but never really using them since the casters had long since rendered his ranged damage irrelevant. forcing him to go melee. And at every opportunity. he'd put them in the Storm Quiver. He handed the GM multiple sheets of paper. for every time he'd added something to the Quiver. complete with the arrow types. the number of arrows and even when and where he'd gotten them so the GM couldn't call bullshit. | can't remember exactly how many he had, but it was a big number. The rule had been that you could use the Storm Quiver as a kind of AcE effect if you had a decent number of arrows. That rule had been intended for small skirmishes. hitting two guys standing fairly close to each other, but had the proviso that the more arrows you had, the wider and area you could hit in a cane. The reflex save was pretty high and homebrewed to be based on ranger levels (since it was something put out for the Ranger). He stood on the tap of a hill overlooking the rampant horde. pulled out a single arrow, aimed roughly for the center of the army, and loosed. He used his AcE effect to target the entire horde.
The GM looks down at the paper and up at the Ranger. His expression was interesting. as if unsure whether ta be horrified or ecstatic. "Roll it..." Prior to going melee. the Ranger had specced as an archer specialist. meaning he still had quite a few feats towards being better at pew-pew archery. The entire group held its breath as he rolled. And then when he confirmed the crit. we let out that breath in a joyous outpouring. The GM is quiet for a very long time before taking a big wadge of paper which had essentially been his plan for the siege next session and throwing it in the fucking trash. Then he began the description. For a moment. the sun is eclipsed in the valley as a single arrow becomes two. then four, then eight and so on. Soon, so many arrows fall upon the Orc horde that it makes less sense to think of them as thousands of individuals and more of a single cohesive mass. More died from being crushed than pierced and the river flawed red that day. It wasn't a total wipeout - we still had ta deal with same pretty large-scale Orc attacks against the city next session - but in a single moment, the ranger personally ended over fifty percent of the Orc horde, routing perhaps another twenty. And of course, the ones that survived were the tough bastards rather than the moks, as it was a tough fight the next day either way. The GM ruled that the Storm Quiver would never work again, its enchantment burned out forever by the sheer magnitude of the cockdickery that had been wrought.