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Happy Camper
Crimson wave
It has a damascus san mai blade, hand forged by me personally of 5160 carbon steel and motorcycle chain.
The handle is made of padouk and bronze
The total length is 23.5 cm/ 9.25 inch and the blade is 12 cm/ 4.75 inch long.
He could barely reach the ledge of the stone wall. One of many annoying disadvantages of being a youngling.
Took considerable effort just to pull himself up till he could peek over and witness with his own eyes, the quaint lights, what stirred up the sleepy everydays of this god forsaken place, a dull border town.
His attempt succeeded and rewarded him with a spectacle impossible to forget.
Throughout the eons the stories of the past softened to legends and finally, harmless bed time stories for giggling, naughty children, which no one took seriously anymore, despite the threatening sight of the Mountain and its gaping, black caverns underneath. But it was true and it was time to show its verity for all to see.
The grotto lit up once again, from its seemingly eternal slumber and spewed its hellish cohorts onto the unsuspecting world.
An endless horde marched towards the walls with its red flags and flashing steel in perfect silence.
He glanced at the guard, standing next to him, who didn't notice the boys' stare. Discipline or perhaps fear commanded him motionless.
The lads' gaze settled on the soldiers' rusty sword, wishing one for himself. Another disadvantage of being a youngling.
The soldier finally came to his senses, rushed to the bell and rang it as hard as he could, while shouting and yelling incomprehensibly in his confusion.
The boy knew he should hide, but instead, instinctively grabbed the hilt of his own little blade and thought: "not today"
It has a damascus san mai blade, hand forged by me personally of 5160 carbon steel and motorcycle chain.
The handle is made of padouk and bronze
The total length is 23.5 cm/ 9.25 inch and the blade is 12 cm/ 4.75 inch long.
He could barely reach the ledge of the stone wall. One of many annoying disadvantages of being a youngling.
Took considerable effort just to pull himself up till he could peek over and witness with his own eyes, the quaint lights, what stirred up the sleepy everydays of this god forsaken place, a dull border town.
His attempt succeeded and rewarded him with a spectacle impossible to forget.
Throughout the eons the stories of the past softened to legends and finally, harmless bed time stories for giggling, naughty children, which no one took seriously anymore, despite the threatening sight of the Mountain and its gaping, black caverns underneath. But it was true and it was time to show its verity for all to see.
The grotto lit up once again, from its seemingly eternal slumber and spewed its hellish cohorts onto the unsuspecting world.
An endless horde marched towards the walls with its red flags and flashing steel in perfect silence.
He glanced at the guard, standing next to him, who didn't notice the boys' stare. Discipline or perhaps fear commanded him motionless.
The lads' gaze settled on the soldiers' rusty sword, wishing one for himself. Another disadvantage of being a youngling.
The soldier finally came to his senses, rushed to the bell and rang it as hard as he could, while shouting and yelling incomprehensibly in his confusion.
The boy knew he should hide, but instead, instinctively grabbed the hilt of his own little blade and thought: "not today"
