Model : http://www.filefront.com/14515553/Ice%20bow.mdl
You can have the bitmaps if you ask.
For those of you who will be kind enough to pull a TL;DR on the story following, I'll explain it in a shorter version.
It's a bow that through years of being buried under quite an amount of snow, became solely comprised of ice.
It's able to generate ice fragments itself with which to use for ammo, and shoots straight. (Hopefully a concept leeching off the Orion Bow, only with a different projectile, and no building power over amount of time held.)
Each shot would take maybe 3-5 mana.
I was thinking maybe a slowdown, chance to freeze when hit by it. Not sure if you can second charge a bow, but if so, a second charge shot costing around maybe 10-20 mana with a 100% chance to freeze, and maybe a bit more/normal damage.
The Ice Bow, previously just your average wooden bow, sitting around in a man's cellar. One day the man found his old bow, and remembered some good times he'd had with it, shooting small game like rats and whatnot. It looked rough, he decided he'd try to clean it up a bit, tighten it's string. He figured, hey, it looked pretty good, and he could probably make some arrows to go hunting with. He gathered his tools and materials needed for creating his arrows, and made about 20 or 30 of them, the arrowheads all jagged, yet as sharp as they can be. He decided, instead of just killing small things like rats, he'd try his hand at killing a polar bear , though he knew the risks of trying with such little protection and a mere ordinary bow with which to attempt his kill. He quickly came upon his first polar bear, though it looked young, it's his first attempt, he can't ask for too much. As he pulls his string back, the thought comes through his mind, what if he misses? Wouldn't that surely lead to a horrid disaster, were he not able to reload quick enough? Or even so, the bear would likely take more than a single arrow to be phased out of shredding the man entirely. But as these thoughts flash through his head, the bear turns, and notices him standing in the distance. The man quickly realizes he really has no choice other than to just let the arrow fly, and hope for the best. The first arrow manages to zip straight into the bear's eye, and, as the bear topples over itself, the man quickly reloads his bow, and draws back, letting another arrow fly to make sure the bear has finished it's struggle with life. He lets out a sigh of relief, and slowly walks towards the corpse. Sadly, as he makes his way to the corpse, laid across a puddle of crimson soaked snow, he hears a load roar, probably coming from a strong, angry mother. He quickly realizes this is not a fight he'd like to take, as he sees the bear far off, and takes off running, but drops his bow on the way. He doesn't turn back to pick it up, as that would be a task that might indeed lower his leeway in terms of getting away from the bear. He manages to find his way out and into a town without the bear behind him, but he's wrought over the loss of his bow, and wonders what may happen to it, but never bothers to go back and search for it, as he thinks it's plainly not worth it. The bow simply rests where it was dropped, slowly buried beneath the never ending snowfall, not to be found for around maybe 12 or so years. Alas, a weary adventurer, bored from life, is out searching about the frozen tundra. Suddenly, the adventurer trips on something, and turns to dig it up. After he brings the bow up from the snow it was otherwise covered in, he realizes, it is far from an ordinary bow. He examines it, noticing that aside from the bare material of it being somehow comprised solely of a solid ice, there are two veins of a lighter, somewhat enchanted ice along the bow. The grip is made of a small amount of fur from a brown bear, yet is extremely warm given the conditions it's been buried in, and the sole state of the bow. He notices the bowstring seems to be frozen from ice, and tries to pull it back. The string pulls back with pure ease, and as he pulls it back, a thick fragment of pure ice seemingly just appears, ready to be shot from the bow with great force, almost as to go as straight as a bullet.
Hell of a story for a skin, but meh, I'm bored.
