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Dark Rocks

The Meridia Arming Sword

Taking its inspiration from a sword sold at auction (pictured below), this sword is simple yet distinctive. Its unusual ring offers protection when fingering the blade, and has been sized up to accommodate a padded glove.

The design is adapted from the original to include a faceted S-curve in the crossguard. The canted pommel and made-to-measure grip provide an extra level of control, allowing the pommel to sit snugly against the palm when in a hammer grip. This facilitates easy transitions between hammer and handshake grip variants. A broad-based blade retains the "cutty" appearance of the original whilst a greater taper to the tip keeps the weight and flex sparring-friendly. Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.


∴ Specs ∴

  • Weight: 1230g

  • Total length: 102.5cm

  • Blade length: 87cm

  • Blade width at base: 5cm

  • Grip and pommel length: 14.5cm

  • Quillon span: 25cm

  • Point of Balance: 11.5cm

  • 2mm edges

  • Fencing flex

  • Swollen tip


∴ Notes ∴

The hardwood grip is wrapped in string and finished in deep red leather. The hardened steel furniture is polished to a satin finish, and the blade bears two fullers.


∴ Gallery ∴


∴ A Perfect Circle∴

The pocked oak door closes behind you with a muffled thud, soft, as if the building itself is chastened into reverent hush. A familiar scent fills the empty space: yellowed pages, paraffin candles, long-extinguished incense, dust. You wonder if every church in the world bears this same palimpsest of perfume.

This one is small and unassuming, whitewashed walls and dark wooden beams. But for the tomb, unremarkable. But the tomb, almost obscured between unadorned pillars, sets your heart pounding. You've seen so many these past years. A hundred unsmiling effigies hastening you on, across the continent and back again, closer to home than you could ever have dared dream. Yet somehow you know - this is the one.

Your steps sound out, sharp and surreal as you approach the recumbent knight. Framed by a mail coif, his face could be kindly, you think. Your eyes dart to his hands, clasped - in prayer or in vigilance? - over a stone sword.

A broad finger ring emerges from the serpentine crossguard, reaching down to kiss the fullered blade. The full moon disc of the pommel is flat and wide. It is simple, yet unmistakable.

Reaching to your side, you draw the stone sword's twin. You fancy you can hear it gleam between dust motes in the still, sacred air. As you lay the weapon down beside its sculpted image, you murmur the name carved in seraphs below the worn stone figure.

Your quest has reached its end.


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