A simple yet dependable parrying weapon, this dagger features a broad and sturdy sail to provide reassuring hand coverage, and a 17" sparring blade. Based on the Danelli basic design, which Chris has years of experience making from his time as an apprentice, it was made for a customer seeking a companion for his Danelli rapier.
We added a few upgrades to the design, including a high carbon steel sail, and an oak grip wrapped in linen cord and veg tan leather. Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.
∴ Specs ∴
Weight: 650g
Total length: 56cm
Blade length: 17"
Blade width at base: 3.5cm
Grip length: 10.5cm
Grip and pommel length:
Quillon span: 24cm
Point of Balance: 2cm
Rounded tip
2mm edges
∴ Notes ∴
The crossguard and sail are polished to a satin finish. The hardwood grip is wrapped first in linen thread, then in hand-dyed black leather.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ Another Stab ∴
You grimace as your opponent wheels round to the right, holding a steady line. Once again, your boasts have landed you in trouble - and it's not going well for you.
You only meant it as a jest. A little ribald teasing. But the scar-faced mercenary didn't see it that way. Stools scraped against floorboards and steel was unsheathed, and before you knew it you were stumbling backwards across the low-lit tavern, sword in hand, as the humourless blaggard challenged you to "prove it".
There's no use denying it, you've had too much to drink. Your judgment is slow, your movement impulsive. The mercenary sneers as you throw a clumsy parry, jerking back just in time to avoid a cut the the arm. You curse under your breath. If you were sober, you'd have him pinned in a flash. If you were sober, he'd be begging for mercy. If you were sober...
And then it all happens rather quickly. The scarred man beats your sword to the right, stepping in with a triumphant leer. In the time it takes to register this, your left hand has already flown across your hip to slip under the sturdy steel sail of Old Faithful. For a split second you revel in the dagger's rugged realness, wondering why you hadn't drawn it long before - then time starts again and you're catching your opponent's blade hard, binding to the left with the swiftly drawn dagger as your sword wheels round to leave a smart red line across his exposed left side.
"Told you so," you hiss, before collapsing backwards.