Okay, so I finally went and did it. Got me a waster. Ordered it a little while ago, and it finally arrived today.
“What’s a waster,” you say? Well, other than a relative or friend who sits around all day and smokes weed… 
Basically, it’s the term for the wooden sword you use when practicing classical Western (as opposed to Eastern… not, “cowboy”) sword arts. As in, for battle, as opposed to either “Olympic-style” fencing (which I also do) or theatrical fence (which generally use either metal replicas or metal Olympic-style blades adapted for the situation).
Here’s a photo of the model I got, a longsword waster, from Purpleheart Armoury:
A nicer photo of the same from Therion Arms:
And a close-up of the hilt, featuring the cherry pommel and crossguard:
Beautiful, no? But this beauty is also a beast! Rawr. With that in mind, the sword spoke its name to me: “Sibyl.” The Prophetess. The Priestess.
“The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice by aid of the god.” (Heraclitus, fragment 12)
Rawr again.
