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It arrived this afternoon, as different from my Bura Tarwar as night is different from day. There is something of the yoeman in the Bura, it's machete shape and workmanlike feel put one in mind of a peasant farmer rising to arms in defense of his homeland. Not so with this black handled brute of a sword. There's nothing wholesome or humble about it, it is what it is and it offers no apologies. There is only one kind of work for a tool like this, the work of separating men from their souls. It's long, straight, blade, heavy in spite of it's full length fuller, absolutely thirsts for blood, and if you listen closely you can hear it whine and keen like some beast yearning to slip free of it's chain. A man who would swing this at brush or firewood is a man who lacks understanding. This is a weapon, nothing more, nothing less.
Sarge
Sarge