This dextrous, elegant pair takes the writings of Salvator Fabris as its starting point. The hilt was constructed using a variety of measures from original swords, aiming for historically compact dimensions. Our interpretation includes circular finger rings and a three-ring design, marrying extra hand protection with an edge of control. The ricasso features a reverse taper, allowing for a snug, solid fit into the quillon block. The dagger follows suit when it comes to weighting, with a hollow pommel to shift the weight slightly forward. The result is a lively main gauche weapon with control control in both defence and attack. Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.
∴ Specs ∴
Rapier
Weight: 990g
Total length: 120cm
Blade length: 41.75"
Blade width at base: 2.2cm
Grip length: 8cm
Grip and pommel: 12cm
Quillon span: 26cm
Point of Balance: 13cm
Blunt edges
Rounded tip
Fencing flex
Dagger
Weight: 460g
Total length: 56cm
Blade length: 17"
Grip length: 8.5cm
Grip and pommel: 12.5cm
Quillon span: 17cm
Point of Balance: 5cm
Blunt edges
Rounded tip
∴ Notes ∴
The hand-forged heat-treated steel furniture is polished to a satin sheen on both rapier and dagger, while the hardwood grips feature an intricate pattern of braided steel and copper wire.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ A Sweeping Gesture ∴
With a pounding heart, you shoulder through the osteria door, keen to keep pace with the taciturn Italian. For months now you've been on the trail of the Order, enquiring at inn and abbey alike as to its members, its location, and chiefly, how you might join.
For the most part, you've been met with blank expressions from laymen, or sneers of derision from rival knights. But tonight, unexpected, as you nursed a cup of souring wine in a dim-lit traveler's inn, the Order found you.
Wiry and wryly smiling, the knight announced himself with a hand on your shoulder. Turning with a start, your eyes flashed briefly to his face before widening to take in the embroidered crest on his doublet. A cross of seven hearts, and atop them, a phoenix.
"You've been asking questions," was all he said, before turning to the door with a gesture.
Outside, he turns to face you with an expectant look. But as you sift through your wine-fogged memory for the speech you've had long prepared, he shakes his head with a look between amusement and disappointment and reaches to his hip.
A slender sword is whisked from the folds of his cape, three elegant steel rings encasing his hand as it sweeps upward in the form of a salute. With a sudden sinking feeling, you realise that this is all the conversation he means to have.
Well then, you frown, reaching for your own sword, you'd better make it good.