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∴ Sword Repairs ∴

Dark Rocks

At the Balefire forge, we believe that a good sword should last a lifetime. Certainly, it may need a few repairs over the years, but with adequate care and a bit of fine-tuning, your trusty companion should see you through to the bitter end.

We want to do our bit to make sure every sword can be repaired and used again, making historical fencing more affordable and sustainable. That’s why we offer an affordable repair service – the modern-day equivalent of strolling through the marketplace to your local blacksmith’s shop with a broken tang or a dented cup. 

Not everyone is lucky enough to have a local blacksmith these days, but we’ll happily take your broken sword, blade or furniture via post and get it back to you in better shape.

Having replaced blades and hilts from across the range of available makers, Chris has a comprehensive knowledge of tangs and fittings. He can quickly get your sword repaired and returned to you, wherever you bought it - simply get in touch to explain your needs.



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Price Guide

This table serves as a guide only - repairs will be priced on a cas-by-case basis, depending on the complexity of the task. Other types of repair are considered - get in touch for a specific quote.

Dark Rocks
Starting From

Broken tang rewelded or replaced + thermal cycle

Quillons straightened or rewelded

Dismountable cup redished to remove dents




Dark Rocks

You draw a deep breath, suffused with the scent of freshly baked bread. Somewhere a flute strikes up a merry tune as the market traders lay out their wares.

The habitual string of geese parades across the cobbles in front of you, driven by a child with a stick. She stops and gapes at your torn clothes and bloodied nose, then remembers her manners and dances away behind her hissing wards.

As you round the corner, the scent of bread is replaced with hot, thick charcoal smoke, and the flute is underscored by the rhythmic chime of a hammer. You duck under the horseshoe-shaped sign hanging over the smithy door and announce your presence with a cough.

The smith looks up from his work, his face smeared with sweat and soot. He takes in your sorry state, and that of the sword you hold out to him, and sighs.

“What have you got yourself into this time?”

“Ah,” you beam, “it’s not so much what I got into as how I got out of it.”

Shaking his head the smith reaches over and takes the dented sword from your hand, checking it over methodically, tutting at the bent quillons and the battered cup.


Then, gesturing distractedly toward the seat by the glowing forge, he lays the injured sword over the anvil, and the hammer’s chime resumes.


A Routine Repair

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