Captured Easterling Blade
Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2022 5:57 am
To tell you the truth, I've been kind of undecided about a sword for a few reasons. I've got a type xiv and like it, but for some reason, I've always preferred a shortish, single-edged cut and thrust sword. I can't explain it. For a more dark aged kit, I got a windlass runic seax, with there not being too many options for my preferred blade type, and I love it, but I think it looks a little too Rohan or Dwarvish. I've noticed many select 14th-15th century blades coinciding with the Peter Jackson films, which I believed opened my opportunities for blade choices. I do have a messer on the way and I was planning on this to be my blade, but while organizing my closet, I found this little gem.
I didn't take a picture of her before I modded her, but she's a Kingston Arms Cutlass, an Angus Trim design. I've been studying military saber and this was my solo practice and cutting blade of choice. Apparently, Angus Trim had a falchion blade to which he added a swept hilt and a wheel pommel. He sold the design to Kingston Arms and now here it is. I loved it. Stout, sharp, an elegant yet brutish design. When I started this hobby, I didn't think I could take her with me, then I remembered she has a pommel nut! I also noticed the double clip kind of looks like the blades on the glaives of the Easterlings in the Jackson films...
I found a suitable cross guard. I figured a simple cross with flaring tips would work well. With this change, I figured it would pass for a simple Gondorian hilt; nothing issued, but it could exist. I wish I had the space and equipment to attempt my own, but I made due. It fit the tang, but the hole for the blade was a little narrow in places. So, using very tiny files, I ground it out and now it fits snugly. The reassembled hilt is solid. She's a little more blade heavy now, not by much. I like it. I think it makes her balance better as a falchion than a cutlass. The ricasso makes an excellent parrying surface. The blade, once honed, is a wicked slicer. The tip is acute. The pommel is a smooth disk. The edges could be a little smoother, but a little file work will dehorn them. I've got a nice little callous at the heel of my right palm from it. Not complaining. The grip is adequately sized. I could easily assume a good saber grip with it. I can wrap a second had around the pommel, if I have to, but she's definately a single hander. Its a dark brown leather over cord. There is not stitching, it is glued on and hasn't loosened up in the three years I've had her. The sheath is leather with like a floral design along its length. It has a weird dangler belt loop for suspension, but I'm not a fan. I wrapped a long belt around her as a sword belt learned from Tod Cutler's channel. The sheath reminds me of either a machete sheath or a belt my grandpa had. I'll keep it.
Overall length: 32 inches
Blade length: 26 inches
Steel:9260
Mine balances at about 5 inches from the guard
Now for character backstory. Thank you, Eofor!
It was one of my earlier missions. I was careless, no complacent. It was my first time out as a ranger. I was still fresh faced. We went out east to scout the borders of Rhun, but all was quiet. There hadn't been much Easterling activity in a while. Me... I couldn't help but take it all in. Here I was, Togon, from Belfalas had never been so much inland before. Everything was new. The land was strange. But somewhere along the way, my sword disappeared. I knew I was dead. Out here in the wild... I reported to the captain. This was gonna be the end of my career as a ranger. Hello a life of chipping rocks for the trebuchets of Minas Tirith. Earlier, we had found an old cache of mixed weapons. Orcish and Easterling. There were a few broken Gondorian swords... poor buggers. *deeply swigs an ale* Captain stood me out in front of the patrol. I felt like I was going to vomit. He grabs this sword in a beat-up leather sheath and slaps it to my chest. "If by your carelessness you wish to do our enemies work, then you may as well carry one of his brands," that's what he said to me in a low growl. The others gave me words that weren't so nice. Some words, maybe even Orcish in origin. I knew that would never happen again. I kept this beat up old blade and used it. She's actually really nice; she sings to me. She corrects me when I'm wrong, but she's always there for me. I liked her warmth, be it in my hand or on my hip. Even when Captain returned with an issue sword, I refused. I love this blade. I had the smiths rehilt her in appropriate fashion. This sword, even though she hasn't found a name yet, I will never loose her.
Haven't had a lot of time to mess with pictures, so I've only got these for now. More will come. I love her. You could see the gap in the guard, but she is tight. I've butchered some cardboard boxes with her and she hasn't loosened any. I still always carry an allen key with me just in case. Yeah, I've got bad RBF, and I've got a thing for headbands... it gives me a +1 in defense.
I didn't take a picture of her before I modded her, but she's a Kingston Arms Cutlass, an Angus Trim design. I've been studying military saber and this was my solo practice and cutting blade of choice. Apparently, Angus Trim had a falchion blade to which he added a swept hilt and a wheel pommel. He sold the design to Kingston Arms and now here it is. I loved it. Stout, sharp, an elegant yet brutish design. When I started this hobby, I didn't think I could take her with me, then I remembered she has a pommel nut! I also noticed the double clip kind of looks like the blades on the glaives of the Easterlings in the Jackson films...
I found a suitable cross guard. I figured a simple cross with flaring tips would work well. With this change, I figured it would pass for a simple Gondorian hilt; nothing issued, but it could exist. I wish I had the space and equipment to attempt my own, but I made due. It fit the tang, but the hole for the blade was a little narrow in places. So, using very tiny files, I ground it out and now it fits snugly. The reassembled hilt is solid. She's a little more blade heavy now, not by much. I like it. I think it makes her balance better as a falchion than a cutlass. The ricasso makes an excellent parrying surface. The blade, once honed, is a wicked slicer. The tip is acute. The pommel is a smooth disk. The edges could be a little smoother, but a little file work will dehorn them. I've got a nice little callous at the heel of my right palm from it. Not complaining. The grip is adequately sized. I could easily assume a good saber grip with it. I can wrap a second had around the pommel, if I have to, but she's definately a single hander. Its a dark brown leather over cord. There is not stitching, it is glued on and hasn't loosened up in the three years I've had her. The sheath is leather with like a floral design along its length. It has a weird dangler belt loop for suspension, but I'm not a fan. I wrapped a long belt around her as a sword belt learned from Tod Cutler's channel. The sheath reminds me of either a machete sheath or a belt my grandpa had. I'll keep it.
Overall length: 32 inches
Blade length: 26 inches
Steel:9260
Mine balances at about 5 inches from the guard
Now for character backstory. Thank you, Eofor!
It was one of my earlier missions. I was careless, no complacent. It was my first time out as a ranger. I was still fresh faced. We went out east to scout the borders of Rhun, but all was quiet. There hadn't been much Easterling activity in a while. Me... I couldn't help but take it all in. Here I was, Togon, from Belfalas had never been so much inland before. Everything was new. The land was strange. But somewhere along the way, my sword disappeared. I knew I was dead. Out here in the wild... I reported to the captain. This was gonna be the end of my career as a ranger. Hello a life of chipping rocks for the trebuchets of Minas Tirith. Earlier, we had found an old cache of mixed weapons. Orcish and Easterling. There were a few broken Gondorian swords... poor buggers. *deeply swigs an ale* Captain stood me out in front of the patrol. I felt like I was going to vomit. He grabs this sword in a beat-up leather sheath and slaps it to my chest. "If by your carelessness you wish to do our enemies work, then you may as well carry one of his brands," that's what he said to me in a low growl. The others gave me words that weren't so nice. Some words, maybe even Orcish in origin. I knew that would never happen again. I kept this beat up old blade and used it. She's actually really nice; she sings to me. She corrects me when I'm wrong, but she's always there for me. I liked her warmth, be it in my hand or on my hip. Even when Captain returned with an issue sword, I refused. I love this blade. I had the smiths rehilt her in appropriate fashion. This sword, even though she hasn't found a name yet, I will never loose her.
Haven't had a lot of time to mess with pictures, so I've only got these for now. More will come. I love her. You could see the gap in the guard, but she is tight. I've butchered some cardboard boxes with her and she hasn't loosened any. I still always carry an allen key with me just in case. Yeah, I've got bad RBF, and I've got a thing for headbands... it gives me a +1 in defense.