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Dark Rocks

The Estella Smallsword



We created this sword as an elegant alternative to the use of modern foils in historical smallsword fencing.


Featuring a classic French-style hilt and star-shaped piercework in the plate, she is a functional duelling weapon with delicate detailing. Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.



 

∴ Specs ∴


  • Weight: 580g

  • Total length: 102cm

  • Blade length: 34"

  • Grip and pommel length: 13cm

  • Quillon span: 12.5cm

  • Point of Balance: 8.5cm

  • Sparring-safe edges

  • Fencing flex

  • Swollen tip


 








∴ Notes ∴

All furniture is oil blackened, carved and engraved with a recurring star motif.


The hardwood grip is wire wrapped in twisted copper and steel.


The shell is pierced with star shapes, and the inset hex fastening is carved to mimic the appearance of a pein.

 

∴ Gallery ∴



 

∴ A First Light Liaison∴



A chorus of birdsong heralds your arrival, footsteps certain over darkened, dew-strewn grass. A familiar surge takes hold of you. Once again in the half-light, while the city sleeps behind you, you come to meet your fate. 


It's said that all men have their vices, and this is yours: dawn light, dishonour, duel to first blood. An anonymous challenger, curious to test his skill against your unblemished record.


A light gleams from the riverbank, and your heart lurches like a hound that's caught a scent. There, beneath the willow - two figures. Your opponent, and a second. One steps forward, silhouetted by the lantern clasped behind his back. Eager to assess an advantage, you size him up: slight of stature and perfectly poised in pale breeches.


Something about the swordsman's stance irks you as you approach. Something familiar you fail to put your finger on.


It's the sword you recognise first, though for a moment your mind refuses to place it. Dark and slender, a scattering of stars across blackened plates. How could you forget such a gift, when you were once the one to give it?


Heart in your mouth, you draw your eyes upward to take in your opponent's face: pale and heart-shaped, a dark curl slipping from its nest of pins, blue eyes laughing in the lantern light.


"Estella," you whisper.


"Shall we?" she replies.

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