Mars Armory: Vestments of War

Custom sheath for 10" bowie knife

A nice piece found a Goodwill. It has a bone mosaic handle with nickle spacers, bolster and cap. Blade is high carbon. Manufacturer, unknown. Date Unknown. Custom made sheath by Mars Armory: Vestments of War

This Wakizashi, or small sword is a rare and wonderful piece of history we had the pleasure of examining this week. From c1580 in Japan, this is a truly remakable sword. Thanks to Joshua Barry for translating the sword!

Brass Icepick with ebony handle and hand stitched sheath

Gainsford Vintage Axe Reborn as a Skalda Bearded Axe of the Norse.

Practice Cutlass at affordable prices

Mars Armory made Pugio with ebony "coffin" handle crafted from 10 series high carbon

I will be rolling the dice in just a few minutes!

In the works is a costume grade breastplate of leather and copper leaves that will have the William Allingham poem :The Fairies embossed into it. fanciful and a bit riduculas, but hey so am I!
Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen,
We dare n't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather.
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.

High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and gray
He's nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with music,
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen,
Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back
Between the night and morrow;
They thought she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag leaves,
Watching till she wake.

By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn trees
For pleasure here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite?
He shall find the thornies set
In his bed at night.

Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen,
We dare n't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather

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