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)