Weapons Master's Sword

$325.00 CAD

In stock: 7 to 14 business days

In stock: 7 to 14 business days

SKU: A6818

Length: 44"

44"

Type of Handle: Molded

Molded

Color: Tarnished steel - Normal

Tarnished steel - Normal
Tarnished steel - Notched
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Description

Description

This large medieval bastard sword presents a wide blade and a detailed handle. Well balanced and offering a good grip, this practical war sword is an amazing weapon for any veteran soldier, rugged mercenary, or respected blade master in LARP. Suitable for many characters of knightly or military backgrounds, this sword evokes a dangerous set of skills indeed.

Legend

Marius had been at the head of the household's guards for nearly three decades. Now far in his sixties, the wisened man-at-arms was easy to overlook. Crushed by the weight of years, he stood a few inches shorter than during his youth, and he had more grey than brown in his hair, whom he kept tightly in a single braid cascading between his shoulders. At first glance, he sure appeared sturdy for an old-timer but was way past his prime, with a stout granddad's body filling his gambeson armour. However, the veteran soldier seemed well respected by his warriors and was treated with the utmost reverence by the lord as well as his children. Most people assumed it was the reward for his long service in the household, but anytime Marius was forced to draw his blade, they understood very quickly that the captain of the guard wasn't in charge simply because of seniority.

This old weapons master was blessed with an elephant's memory, but he didn't care much about books or lore. What he learned were movements and patterns. Over his long lifetime fighting for his lord, he had used every weapon he could think of, fought in every kind of battle, seen countless fighters in action. It has been a long time since the man-at-arms had been surprised by anything in combat, and thus, he could easily predict his opponent moves like some sort of oracle, always slightly ahead. Even if he wasn't as fast or as strong as he used to be, he always knew the exact move to counter his enemy's strikes, and would often end any combat with a single perfectly-timed decisive blow. He wasn't fancy, he wasn't flashy, but he was deadly. The sturdy bastard sword he carried at his hip was all he needed to shut down anyone questioning his worth, and watching him draw it was always a lesson in humility for the ones that let his looks influence their judgement.