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The blade is very light and have a excellent balance, but still seems sturdy enough to parry the heaviest of blows. I raise my eyes to watch the smiths, but none of them seem to notice my gaze. I'm having a suspicious feeling that somebody has tailored this sword to my style of fighting. It fits well in my hand and responds beautifully to my movements.
Waelden, Duncadda and Brinin out for a hunt to fill their stocks for the winter. An adventure long overdue for Waelden, who can now walk mostly unhindered. A majestic deer would be the first of two felled beasts this night.
"Three things, above all, a man needs in battle," Eldewine said to his son.
"A good sword or spear, a helmet and a shield. With the sword you draw blood and bring your foes to their knees; with the shield you protect yourself and the man beside you; with the helmet you protect that which you need to protect the most: your vision, your hearing, and your senses. Bring these tools with you into battle, and let them become a part of you, like your own limbs."
My thoughts are in turmoil, scattered around by a stormful wind in a thundering rainstorm, obscuring my sight and keeping a clear mind. Only when the lightning strikes, my vision and thoughts become apparent, before everything turns back into a swirl of dark disarray. It's the painful visions, during the blinding bright lightnings that causes my distress and a mind in disharmony.
It is father and daughter time in Bancross, as Waelden and Ethel spends the day grooming and spoiling their respective horses, Ealfin and Roan, as well as the young filly, the most recent addition to their herd.
The warhorse Ealfin, proud father of both Roan and the still unnamed filly, curiously watches the grooming and eagerly waiting for his turn before the sun sets upon this chilly autumn day, where a cold wind blows and rain may be hanging in the air.
Waelden's sword Heruwargr with its scabbard, an heirloom of his father, who was rewarded with it after a skirmish of legend. It is a sharp and agile sword, swift and deadly in any hand that wields it, and Waelden treasures it dearly. It is his weapon of choice in most situations, where a spear just isn't viable or becomes too cumbersome, and it has saved his life on many occasions.
The story behind the sword can be found here: Of Warg and Man