Chris is a great believer in combining the old with the new, so for his own wedding day, he wanted to carry a sword that reminded him of our happy years together thus far while breathing new life into it for a new chapter.
This falchion, in its original form, was made by Chris while he was an apprentice, and has been his go-to carry sword for medieval events ever since. It took on a new look for the wedding day, with its quillons being drawn out into elven tendrils, tipped with leaves to match the thematic feel of Alicia's Aldarembine sword. These were hot-brassed at the tips for a hint of spring magic.
The pommel, distressed through use, provided a perfect canvas for brass plating, with its antiqued texture. By buffing back the brass to let the steel show around the edges, Chris created an effect reminiscent of a ripening fruit or the sun emerging from cloud.
The sword retains its initial light, nimble character, wide yet thinly ground and keen for the cut. It is named for Tolien's Quenya words "farne", meaning the Rowan tree, and "vere" meaning a bond or troth. This makes it a perfect nominative counterpart for Alicia's wedding sword, and a reminder of the promises made with it.
Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.
∴ Specs ∴
Total length: 79cm
Blade length: 64cm
Blade width at shoulder: 5cm
Blade stock: 6mm
Quillon span: 13cm
Grip length: 10cm
Grip and pommel: 15cm
Point of balance: 8.5cm
Weight: 954g
Right-handed
∴ Notes ∴
The hand-forged and heat-treated guard is polished to a satin finish. The Vertical S-shaped crossguard features an elongated outer quillon, which sweeps up to form a proto-knucklebow.
The quillon terminals are hand-forged into leaf shapes and hot-brassed with a golden blush. The steel wheel pommel is likewise brass plated, and gently polished back, so that the warm hue spreads from the inner wheel to the outer.
The oak grip is wrapped first in linen thread, then in dark brown kidskin. The broad, single-edged blade features three fullers to the spine, the first extending to the false edge, and the other two extending into the foible.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ A Sylvan Shift∴
Over the anvil all things are reborn:
The same and not the same,
And all we’ve known for the year’s dark half
Is alight with new life and new names
As eyes meet over clashing blades
Like countless times before,
Wreathed with well-known laughing lines
Long-mapped and oft-explored,
Yet lit with a dawning renewal,
Like barren earth made green:
Bright leaves budding from quillons
That countless blows have seen,
A golden blush consuming
A pommel’s scar-traced steel
Brandished forth beneath the sun,
Remembered and revealed.