This light, responsive parrying dagger was made as a matching pair for the Agalia Sword, and features a satin-polished sail with leaf-shaped piercings to match the guard of the sidesword.
The dagger offers comprehensive hand protection for a smaller hand, while maintaining a light weight. It will be ideal for use as a main gauche weapon paired with a sidesword or rapier. With its hollow pommel, it maintains a nice central balance and moves quickly in the hand, allowing for decisive parries.
It was a pleasure to complete a set, and with the Agalia sword being named for one of the three Greek Charities, it felt fitting to name her "little sister" in the same vein: Thalia is the Charity of youth and abundance.
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∴ Specs ∴
Total length: 54.5cm
Blade length: 41.5cm
Blade width at shoulder: 3.5cm
Blade stock: 6mm
Quillon span: 26.5cm
Grip length: 8.5cm
Grip and pommel: 11.5cm
Grip to guard space: 6cm
Point of balance: 2.5cm
Weight: 550g
Ambidextrous
Blunt edges and swollen tip
Fencing safe flex
∴ Notes ∴
The hand-forged and heat-treated sail guard and pommel are polished to a satin finish. The guard features long, straight, round-section quillons with swollen terminals, and a sail with leaf-shaped piercings.
The oak grip is wrapped in resin-soaked cord. The blade features one central fuller to the forte.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ A Perfect Pairing∴
A gold tooth gleams in the cruel crack of the bravo’s grin. He circles you lazily, no doubt hoping to coax an impulsive reaction from you.
He will be disappointed. You did not train for ten years to fall for his show and swagger. Your lunge, when you land it, will be elegant, ethereal, slipping his blade before he even realises you’ve moved. But you are no cold-blooded killer. You will let this one live to regret challenging you - and, of course, to spread the word of your talent to those more worthy of your time.
You line up your strike and release it, like an arrow from its nock, your blade spiraling lithely toward him. A moment of panic twists his smile into a snarl, but he surprises you, bringing the hilt of his weapon straight up to beat the thrust aside with his full force. He rounds on you, the gold-toothed grin returning.
And then his face changes: a look of puzzlement, and then horror, as a figure barrels in from behind you with the short, sharp flash of a dagger blade. You groan inwardly as the bravo does outwardly, the tip of your sister’s dagger suddenly pressed against his throat.
Assessing the situation in a second, you take advantage of the adversary’s shock, bringing your blade to bring against his and stepping in, knocking the sword from his hand with a flick of your own and bringing your knee up and into his groin. Not the elegant solution you had planned, but effective nonetheless.
As the challenger writhes in the dust behind you, you grab your little sister by the collar of her jerkin, wrenching her away from the scene. “I thought I told you to stay inside the inn,” you growl, holding out your hand for the dagger. She relinquishes it begrudgingly, and you study it for a moment, the same silver leaves dancing on its sail as on the guard of your sword. “And I thought I told you to stay out of my things.”
Thalia merely grins, shrugging away from your grasp and striding toward the tavern door with far more confidence than she’s due at her age.
“I reckon we make a pretty good team,” she says.
You shake your head as you watch her go, the dagger still glimmering in your hand. Thalia always gets in the way. And, one way or another, she always gets her way.