This elegant matching set draws together elements of multiple extant originals to create a formidable pairing. The ropera is intended for the study of Destreza, and is therefore weighted to be excellent in the cut as well as the thrust. The guard provides comprehensive hand coverage, pairing a solid plate guard with delicate yet durable barwork. The dagger features an unusually broad ricasso, terminating in rounded "blade catchers". This brings the weight forward for fierce parrying, while providing extra thumb protection. Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.
∴ Specs ∴
Ropera
Weight: 1140g
Total length: 118cm
Blade length: 41"
Blade width at base: 2.3cm
Grip length: 9.5cm
Grip and pommel: 14cm
Quillon span: 25cm
Point of Balance: 10cm
Blunt edges
Rounded tip
Fencing flex
Dagger
Weight: 830g
Total length: 57cm
Blade length: 16"
Blade width at base: 4.5cm
Grip length: 12cm
Grip and pommel: 16cm
Quillon span: 24cm
Point of Balance: Cross
Blunt edges
Rounded tip
Fencing flex
∴ Notes ∴
The hand-forged heat-treated guards and pommels of both sword and dagger are polished to a satin finish. The hardwood grips are wrapped in matching braided steel wire patterns. The ropera blade features a single fuller to the first third of the blade, while the dagger exhibits a broad ricasso with blade-catching loops.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ A Touch of Class ∴
Your fingers fumble at the elaborate fastenings of the black silk doublet and you mutter a curse, earning a clout from your mother. Softening at your expression of utter consternation, she draws you round to face her and sets to work on the seemingly endless buttons.
Already you're starting to sweat in layers of slashed linen and braid-bedecked silk. The high neck presses into your throat, making you want to cough. Your hands look small and childish at the end of puffed sleeves.
Whenever you'd watched your elder brother going through this ritual, you'd quietly envied him his finery and circumstance, feasting with fine ladies while you skulked in the nursery with a scopperel. Now your time has come, however, and the role feels as forced and uncomfortable as the doublet does.
As if summoned by recollection your brother sweeps into the room, a vision in particoloured silk, and takes you in at a glance.
"There's the little Vizconde," he says with a grin, "trussed up like a chicken and ready for supper. But wait! There's something you've forgotten."
He brings his arm out from behind his back, and with it a gleaming steel dress sword, as bedecked in graceful loops and braids as you are. You gasp. Slipping your hand around the twisted wire grip you straighten to your full height, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
Perhaps you can play the gentleman after all.