Distractions and Inspiration.

I normally try to keep this to writing and my books, but sometimes I find something that can be classed as inspirational.

This time my source of inspiration comes from a sword hanger.


Design Toscano Dragon Claw Sword Holder

The sword mount shaped like a dragon claw appealed to my dragon hunting side and I had to order one from Amazon (the sword is the Pendragon sword made by the old United Cutlery company and no longer available).

Despite only being held up by a thin piece of metal and some tiny screws, it is working great even with such a heavy sword. I don’t like the colour and intend to paint it, but I am stuck on the colour scheme and that is the only things keeping it looking stock.

Anyway, that is all for now,

See you in port next time Airship Captains.


After the battle.

This was spawned by a comment about feeling the story that your writing and I got the vision of a warrior freshly returned from a battle.

The cold metal calmed her racing mind as she ran her hand along the freshly cleaned and sharpened blade. Not one spot of blood stained the swords mirror like surface and not a single nick marred its smooth razor thin cutting edge. Running her bare hand along its surface again to check for any slight imperfections, she placed the long heavy antique sword down slowly and reverently onto the smooth blue silk cloth that had been draped over the cold marble plinth, knelt down on the cold stone floor of the family’s mausoleum and gave thanks to her father’s spirit for allowing her to take his place in the latest of the king’s battles. One her prayers and been offered to her fallen family and to her gods for helping to keep her alive, she stood up, opened her eyes and took in a deep breath of the chilled air and left for her chambers to remove the blood stained armour that she still wore.

The idea is that the Knight ( I chose a woman to do away with the stereo typical male model) had just come home from a fight beside her king haven taken the place of her father using an old family sword used but many generations. Duty and honour is more important to her then her own health and I wanted to show that the sword had priority over everything in her life.

Will that have a place in my books, maybe. If I can finish the first trilogy in my Steampunk/Victorian fantasy, I have a pure fantasy novel series I want to start on.

Duel 3 – Ezra & Eudora

Duel 3 – Ezra & Eudora

Ezra and Eudora had watched Harland duel from the position on the wall and were surprised when he surrendered to Davis. “He must see something in Davis, as he would never give up a challenge so easy.” Ezra said with a smile.

“Very unlike him.” Eudora responded watching Davis preparing for the next fight.

Eudora and Ezra drew there swords and walked along the top of the ruins of the old keep to confront Davis. Stepping down off the ruins, Ezra landed in front of Davis and Eudora Landed behind him.

“Split your sword Davis, you will need both of them for this fight.” Ezra said.

“You will be fighting the two of us at the same time.” Eudora said.

Davis studied the two of them for a few minutes before splitting his sword. “If you insist, My Lord and Lady.”

With a deft flick, the two half’s of his sword separated and Davis spun the blades in his hands. Taking a few deep breaths to still his rapidly beating heart, Davis stood with both sword pointed at both of the new combatants, ready to counter which ever struck first.

Ezra and Eudora pushed there cloaks off there right shoulders to give them more freedom of movement. There swords were identical, short, but with a distinct shape completely different to the normal blade he had seen so far. Both swords were slender with a slightly curved single edged blade and had finely engraves spiral decoration that ran down the sides of the blades, around the hand guards and continued along the handles to join up at the tip of an equally decorative pommel. Davis stood between the identical twins watching for the slightest movement that would give away their first attack. As he looked back and forward between the two, waiting for the attack, he couldn’t help the feeling of nervousness growing in the pit of his stomach. The stillness of the twins was starting to annoy him and he wised that one of them would move and get the duel under way. The waiting finally got to him and as he was about to make the first move, Eudora smiled and the twins both attacked at the same time in a blur of blades as Davis parried and struck with everything he could summon. The two of them worked perfectly together keeping Davis between them. Davis tried several times to get them both on one side, but every time they countered his movements. In a move that put them off balance, Davis spun and brought both swords into a parallel position, an arms length apart. The swing caused Ezra to step away, but Eudora took the full impact of both swords, pushing her back towards the wall. Davis put both half’s of his swords together and in a figure of eight move continued to swing at her forcing her further and further back against the wall. Her back hit the wall and she ducked and spun around and under Davis’s blade coming up behind him.

Davis’s sword clanged against the stone wall just as Eudora ducked sending sparks and stone chipping fling and he smiled, now that they were both together, he split his swords a second time and went on the attack. With both of them in front of him, Davis did not have to concentration was no longer devided on protecting his back and his front. Wind rose and blasted through the ruins carrying small stones and dust into a cloud and pushed the reming fog away from the ruins. Eudora was struggling to keep her cloak behind her and with Eudora momentarily distracted Davis swung his left sword up at Ezra causing him to use his own sword to parry the blow. Releasing her cloak in frustration, Eudora lunged in and Davis side stepped, Eudora’s momentum carried her past Davis and caused her to loose balance and fall forward. As she regained her balance, Davis swept behind her and bought one of his swords up under her chin.

“Do you yield, My Lady?” Davis asked using the other sword to keep Ezra away.

“I yield.” She squeaked before carefully sliding her sword back into her scabbard. Davis release her and she moved over to a low wall to watch the one on one duel that now existed between Davis and Ezra.

“May I borrow your sword, dear sister?” Ezra called out, releasing the clasp holding his own cloak and letting it fall from around his neck and off his shoulders. Eudora pulled her sword back out and threw at a Ezra who expertly caught it by the hilt. “Thank you sister.” He said sweeping the sword down and taking a bow. With a few exaggerated swings of both swords, and a few spins he turned back to Davis With the left sword held at neck height and the right sword held waist height and slightly forward and taking a sideways stance. “You thought you were the only duel sword user here?”

“Without knowing who my opponents are, I would never make such a presumption.” Davis said Assuming his own defensive pose.

For a few minutes both stood there watching each other, looking for the slightest sign of a gap in their defence that would allow them there next move. Davis nearly missed it, but there was a slight movement of Ezra’s foot before he launched into an attack that looked like he was flying. Ezra was moving faster then his eyes could follow and Davis was forced on the defence. The ruins rang with the clang and scrape of their swords crashing together and Davis struggled to find any opening to allow him to attack. Ezra’s attacks were hitting his swords in a pattern that he could follow and closing his eye’s, Davis could picture that pattern and defend without even looking. On and on, Davis blocked the strikes and then he heard the pause. After sixteen blows, there was a slight pause before it started again. He would have to be quick to make use of this, but turning one sword in a reverse and using his arm to support the sword, he used it to defend himself, blocking every single blow. He counted down the strikes and on the last blow, pulled the free sword back and slid it across the first. Rotating the defensive sword back to the fighting grip, and he twisted his swords and caught both of Ezra’s. In a feint, Davis pushed with all is might on the swords and adjusted his feet. Ezra pushed pack and Davis twisted his body. Just like Eudora, the move caught Ezra of balance allowing Ezra’s momentum to knock him of ballance.. Davis slid both his swords down Ezra’s blade towards the hand guards. His own swords hand guard snagged in the hand guard of one of Ezra’s, and with a twist, his pulled one of them out of Ezra’s hand, sending it flying across the ground. Ezra’s quickly recovered swinging his other sword in mid fall. He struck Davis’s swords as he fell and rolled across the ground. Ezra jumped back to his feet and charged at Davis. With only one sword the attacks were easer to to following and deflect. Davis was getting tired of Ezra and needed to finish this quick. Ezra’s face was bright red but not from exhaustion and Davis realised that it was because like all lords he didn’t want to loose, but was starting to make mistakes. Taking a gamble, he side stepped to see if his previous tricks would work but Ezra defended against them. Ezra was staring to slow in his attack and Davis felt it was time to end this. Using a scissors movement to pause Ezra’s attacks, he forced Ezra to lunge at him. Davis allowed Ezra’s blade to slide close to his face and he pushed up and twisted his head. Davis released one of his swords and grabbed Ezra’s hand guard, and twisted. He felt a crack come from Ezra’s hand and the sword came loose. Davis pulled the sword free and with a flick reversed the sword and pointed it and Ezra’s throat.

“Do you yield, my lord?” he asked.

Ezra held his wrist and nodded. “Yes, I yield.” he said in a defeated voice.

Davis pulled Ezra’s sword away and wiped it on his own jacket sleeve. “Let me put this away for you.” He said and carefully slid the sword into Ezra’s own scabbard.

Eudora came over with Ezra’s cloak folded in her arms and her own sword in her Scabbard. “Well done Davis, you fought well. One piece of advice I will give you. Do not underestimate Gregorio Leverstak. He has always lived as a scout and will not hesitate to use every dirty trick in the book.”

“Thank you, My Lady.” Davis said with a bow and watched them leave.

Duel Two – Harland O’Connel

Duel Two – Harland O’Connel

“Have you finished looking around yet or have you forgotten that you still have fifteen more duels to go.” Davis’s next opponent called out from somewhere in the still fog surrounded ruins of Corfe Castle. The closeness of it muffled sound and made it difficult to judge from which direction the voice had emanated from. Davis turned back to the arch watching the wisp craw around the arch like a living creature. A robed figure seamed to materialise in the archway and Davis‘s the next combatant, a man by his voice, leaned against one of the supporting walls of the arch’s frame. As he approached, the person turned and walked into the ruins. Stopping just before passing under, leaning against one side, Davis poked the edge of his sword through and used it’s reflective surface as a mirror. Turning the blade about, he looked over as much of the ruins that were not obscured by the mist. Davis moved to the other side of the arch and again used the sword to look around. Unable to spot anyone, Davis raised his sword and walked deeper into the ruins.

Davis’s opponent sat on a window watching as Davis eased his way through the remains of the castle. On the wall above him sat two more of the sixteen lords. The two were never apart and being twins, always fought together side by side.

“Do you think he will be the same as his brother, Harland?” the female of the twins asked.

“I don’t know Eudora, I do not think he knew anything about his brother until Zylphia, mentioned it.”

“Zylphia!” Eudora responded surprised.

“He does not know about his brother being a traitor?” Ezra, Eudora’s brother asked.

“No, he was quite surprised when she mentioned it.” Harland said picking up a stone and throwing it in the ruins off to the far side of Davis.

Harland, what are you doing taking the second duel, You should be in the ninth place duel.” Eudora asked.

“I requested the second slot as I have some things to attend to. Also, I did not want to wait for you first eight to wear him down.” Harland said with a smile. He watched Davis jump and look around. Standing up, Harland balanced on the edge of the stone window surround, “I think I better go and see how good he really is.” Harland bowed to Ezra and Eudora, then stepped off the window, walked along a stone wall that had once been part of the castles inner Bailey, and jumped down behind Davis, sword already raised to block Davis’s startled strike.

Acting on instinct, Davis swung his sword to block his attackers swing and try to get under his opponents defences but unlike the Zylphai, this one seamed to predict his attacks and block the swing aimed for his neck. Davis took a step back to realise a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. and noticed that his opponent was standing sideways like a fencer. Davis place his knife back in its sheath, stretched and rolled his shoulders and bowed.

“My Lord, Harland O’Connel.” Davis said and watched as the one in front of him bowed in return. Sweeping his cloak behind him and off the shoulder of his sword arm.

“Well that was a quick duel you had against Zylphia, she is not used to loosing so fast, she will not let that one go so easy.” Harland said, smiling from the confused look on Davis’s face. Harland took a step towards Davis and pointed his sword tip at Davis Unlike Davis’s own weapon, Harland’s claymore had a gold and jewel covered basket that was wide enough to cover both hands on the hilt. Davis tapped the tip of his sword against his Harland‘s Claymore, and retreated a step back while keeping his eyes on Harland, studying his body movements for any clue on what his first move could be. Harland drew his right foot of to one side and lowered his stance ready for an attack, making a guess on what that first swing could be, Davis leapt into an attack swinging his sword upwards from a low guard. in an attempt that would push Harland’s sword out of the way allowing him to get close with his knife. As planed, he did push the sword out of the way, but is opponent’s elbow was up, and Davis’s sword traveled over Harland’s and his momentum carried him forward and he hit the elbow, he head flew back and his legs buckled under him and was sent falling to the ground backwards, the impact of the rubble covered ground knocking all the wind out of him and sending his sword clattering across the stones.

Harland stood there for a moment looking down at the dazed Davis. “Get up Davis, have  you learn nothing in all the years of study?”

Davis rubbed his chin, picked up his sword a stood up. “I fell for your cheep trick, My Lord.”

“I do hope that you expecting more of my cheep tricks?” Harland said holding out a hand and helping him back to his feet. “Shall we start this properly now?”

Stretching his shoulders watching as Harland resumed his stance, Davis gave a quick swing of his sword with an over exaggerated flourish and launched into an rapid attack. Starting with his blade on his right shoulder, Davis swung down to the left and brought his sword around in a circle that forced his opponent to turn spin around. Harland turned his back to Davis, his sword scraping the ground and he swung his sword up to the right and caught Davis’s sword with an impact that caused both swords to ring out across the ruins. For a moment, they stood there pushing each other sword backwards and forwards nether giving an inch of ground. Harland noticed that Davis still had his knife out and was using it to push down on his blade. Adjusting his position, Harland twisted his sword and it slide up into the knife. Pushing with all the strength he could force into his two handed grip this hit the Knife, forcing it out of Davis’s hand and spinning across the ruins. Both of them spun around and as Harland came back around to face Davis’s he felt the bridge of his nose crack with assistance from Davis’s fist.

His eye’s blurring from the tears issuing from his eye’s, Harland took a step back and shook his head. Something hit him in the back of his knees and he fell to the ground, his claymore falling from his hand and clattering across the stones to land just out of reach. He rubbed his eye’s to clear the tears and looked up the length of Davis’s sword.

“Well met, Davis.” Harland said looking over to the referee. “I concede.” He said holding up his hands for assistance in standing up. Harland stood up, walked over to where his sword hand landed,picked up his sword and sheathed it, dusted himself off then held out his hand. “Go and win this, you have the family reputation to restore.”

Davis and Harland Shook hands and Davis watched Harland walked out of the ruins and down to the gate house now visible through the retreating fog.

 * * *

Out of sight of the main fighting area another lord stopped Harland. “Lord O’Connell?” Harland smiled at his apprentice. Colm had only held his title for a few years but was proving to be a strong fighter in tournaments. “He is Lord Swiftblades son, that much is true, he is very controlled with his attack’s and that makes him predictable, my young lord Colm Quaterstaff.”

“Will I beat him and end his trial?”

“No, work him hard but let him win, I wan’t to see that he does not end up in the same dishonourable position as his brother.”

“His Brother?” Colm asked, “I did not know he had a brother.”

“Do not worry about that, it was a long time before your trial, not many will speak off it and I ask you not to ask.”

“Yes my lord, I will do as you ask.” Colm said. “Are you going now?”

“I have something to do before the mission, I will be back in time for the ending ceremony.”

“I will see you later then, Lord O’Connel.” He said and watched as Harland raised the hood of his cape and made his way down and out of the castle in the direction of the castle.

Scripting a sword Fight Part II.

Scripting a sword Fight Part II.


It’s turning out to be hard work as alot of the old information in missing or not published (or the old books are kept hidden away.)

However the following have been of very interesting use.

First up, Reclaiming the Blade by Anchor bay studio,


Is an interesting documentary on how the art of sword fighting is slowly being lost and what others are doing to bring it back. It also has a section on sword construction.

Next up

Old Sword play.


Is an Ebook that contains lots of poses, stances and moves that are used by sword fighters and is based on the works of the old masters from the 1500’s onwards.

I’m still struggling through making each of the sixteen fights different and it is a struggle. (I will have to do this again in four books time.)

I still have second thoughts over adding this chapter but until I finish, I wont have the clear picture.

Thank you for following.