Maybe something is wrong with my family. Nearly all of them miss a finger or a whole limb due to some ridiculous accident. Btw, none, I mean NONE have suffered any loss in battle thou. Ever!
Usually a fight goes like so. We show up on the battle field, win the battle, then leave the scene without a single scratch and go directly to the nearest tavern to get piss drunk right away. My clan standing at the taproom, demanding its ale, looks like a godforsaken ragtag bunch of misfit pirates. One of them misses a leg, the other an eye, the third has a mace for a hand. (fooling around, juggling with warhammers is not a great idea)
And so, the problems occur immediately. My fuddled brother, just lost one of his fingertips, when he accidentally smashed the iron toilet seat on his hand. My tanked third cousin sliced half his ear off with a broken jug, perchance, when making a toast, celebrating our victory. My plastered second uncle shortened his nose, by peeking into the next room in the brothel. But unfortunately the oaken door was in a heavy swing. Even my grandma', high on booze, lost a nipple to the closing chess board.
I tell you, no one is safe!
So far I still got every part of me intact and to keep it that way, I made every precaution to stay safe.
The spine of my blade is rounded, the handle is ironed at its end, against possible splinters. It also has a forged iron fingerguard (I am quite fond of my fingers) And the sheath is riveted all the way, so there's no chance of cutting through the thread.
There! All set. Now lets find something to drink, shall we?!
The full length is 34 cm. The cutting part is 20 cm long, 3.9 cm wide and 6 mm thick. The handle is carved oak with forged iron accessories.
Hope you like it!
