#seax dagger

[anglosaxonseax]

Seax

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[lunarlightforge]

Some new blades in the works! Keep an eye out for these. Thanks everyone!!

[heroineimages]

Skjaldmaer!

by Linda Easterling

[5opossumsinatrenchcoat]

Meet my human OC, Hilda!

font translation and backstory under cut

Hilda Eriksson

"Tribal" crest

SO basically

Hilda's parents (Freya and Erik) never stayed in one place. They were always travelling on a boat, even after Hilda was born. But one day when Hilda was about 4 or 5, there was a HUGE storm. Waves crashed against their boat, sending little tiny Hilda and her parents flying off the boat.

Hilda wound up on a seemingly deserted island. she was terrified and had no idea where she was. lo and behold, she stumbled into a dragon nest. And what's the first dragon she meets there? a Deathgripper. A whole family of them, actually. The mother (by some miracle of the gods) doesn't kill Hilda, instead kind of taking her in and raising her.

Due to her upbringing, she developed plenty of.... odd habits. She acts pretty wild, sometimes borderline feral. she never learned manners or anything like that. She also has a very skewed sense of modesty because she grew up with dragons. She's a very skilled hunter and fighter. Her weapon of choice is a Long Seax or a dagger, but she could just as easily kick someone's ass with her fists. Her speech patterns are also pretty irregular, and sometimes she won't even actually talk, she'll just make whistling or chirping noises because that's how she communicated with her Deathgripper family.

She rides one of her Deathgripper siblings, Kael. They're INSEPERABLE. Kael would kill and die for Hilda. Do not mess with her if he's around. you will die unless she stops him.

Hilda's parents didn't actually die in the boat wreck, they survived and wound up on Berk. they got permission from Stoick to move onto Berk in hopes that if they finally stayed in one place, their daughter would find them (which, eventually she does)

also yes, she 100% falls in love with Snotlout eventually. why? CUS YOU CAN'T STOP ME!!! >:)

[aelinorasun]

What Weapons Would I Use If I Was a Witcher

Hello dwarflings (and wandering travellers)! In today's yapping sessions, I thought it would be cool to talk about customised weapons I would have if I was a Witcher. I do, in fact, have a decorative Witcher sword (flexing I know haha), but with my *tiny* hands the two-handed sword is more of a 3 1/2-handed sword XD.

Instead of a typical two-handed sword, I would exchange it for either a Viking seax or a gladius sword. Ooooo maybe the steel sword Geralt has could be the gladius sword and the silver sword as seax (or visa versa). With a dagger/small knife, I'm fond of the shape of a kris knife

Left: Seax, Centre: Gladius, Right: Kris Knife

I know a Witcher only has two swords (and a knife kept in their boot), but There are other weapons that I think would be cool to wield. An axe for a starter. I lowkey think that axes are better to wield than swords - swords are a bit overrated haha. A great axe would be awesome as its double headed, but could be harder to manoeuvre compared to a sword.

Another type of weapon would be more specific fight against monsters sensitive to silver, especially vampires (well most of them anyway). Since I was a kid Blade has been my (marvel) superhero so I would want to incorporate some of his weapons - alongside Van Helsing - as part of my Witcher inventory. Instead of throwing knives, throwing silver stakes! Yes! if guns aren't invented in the time period where I'm a Witcher, then have a crossbow mechanism that fires the stakes.

If I was a Witcher further into the future from when the Witcher is set, I would DEFINITELY want flintlock pistols (like a pirate haha) with silver bullets.

Above: Flintlock Pistol

This is all for now as me yapping about this would spread across 2 or 3 more posts haha.

Love you all.

[askuhtredragnarson]

Striding to the Great Hall with determination in my steps, I grip the hilt of my seax tightly. The King’s guards patrolling the roads quickly stepping out of my way with looks of confusion seeing an angry pregnant woman with  weapon. Thankfully they don’t attempt to stop me. I quickly take the steps to the Hall and push open the door to the surprise of the servants inside.

“Revna? What are you doing here?” One of the servants asks with confusion on her face.

“I’m here to speak with Uhtred,” I demand, “Where is he?”

“The…the Lord is not seeing anyone. He has requested to be left alone…” the servant stammers when she sees the weapon in my hand.

“Where is he?” I growl as I narrow my eyes at the servant.

The woman shakily points to Uhtred’s bed chambers, and I brush past her, quickly taking the steps. The more I think about the pain in my husband’s eyes the more rage I feel in my heart towards the one who caused it.

I don’t bother knocking at the door as I push it open. I see the look of surprise on Uhtred’s face as he sits on the edge of his bed. Quickly shutting the door, I growl at him, before I pounce on him. Pushing him back and resting the blade of my seax against his throat as I straddle his chest.

“What have you done to my husband? How could you hurt him, he loved you?” I hiss at him, fury blazing in my eyes. “I should just end you…save Finan from anymore pain, anymore heartache at your hands.” I growl at Uhtred as I press my seax firmer against his throat, a tiny tendril of blood escaping a nick from the sharp blade.

@revnashieldmaiden

Uhtred is taken back by the fury in Revna’s eyes, the icy blue depths shooting daggers at him. And rightfully so. He did hurt Finan, in the worst possible way, and he deserves her rage.

“Then do it!” Uhtred croaks, the blade digging against his throat making it hard to speak, or even breath. He looks unwaveringly into the shield maiden’s eyes, as moisture gathers in his. “I don’t deserve him…”

He’s surprised when he sees tears come to Revna’s eyes. The hard edge softening a little, despite the anger still evident in them. He can’t help but feel a little admiration towards her, seeing her fight for her Irishman. For the man he should be fighting for.

Revna finally releases the seax from his neck and climbs off of him, sitting on the edge of the bed. Uhtred gingerly sits up, carefully touching his throat, his fingers coming away with a little bit of blood on them. 

“I fucked up, Revna…and I don’t know how to mend it. Or if I even can.” Uhtred glances away. “Or if I should…” he whispers under his breath. 

“I hurt him in the worse possible way…and I don’t know if there is any way to come back from that.”

@revnashieldmaiden

[theprodigalson-jyango]

My renditions of how they would look in my story.

Eren is tall and prefers close up combat. So I decided to give his medieval chainmail to cover most of his body but he’s still fast. Not at fast as Levi but still fast and strong enough to maneuver with the weight of the chainmail. I knew I wanted to give him a sword but I debated back and forth for awhile between a regular sized or short sword but ended up deciding on the short sword because I feel like it matches his combat style a lot better. I also debated on whether to give him a shield but decided not to because I feel like Eren is too arrogant in a fight to use one. He would prefer to just take the damage as an opportunity to get in another hit.

Levi on the other hand I imagine being more rogueish. He has much lighter chainmail that he wears under his clothes and prefers something that he can wear in battle and incognito in towns. I couldn’t see him using anything else other than a dagger. He’s small, lean, and fast. So this means he needs something that can keep up with his speed and not hold him back. I decided on a seax dagger because I wanted him to use something a bit more unique than just a regular blade to show it as an heirloom.

These are hastily drawn because I really wanted to just get my thoughts into paper but I hope you enjoy them.

[wings-ofa-crow]

I am so heggin pissed when I tell my friends my oc's name is seax and they say "that sounds like sex" NO SEAX, AS IN SEAX DAGGER!

AS IN THESE THINGS!

ITS PRONOUNCED SEE-X NOT SEX! YOU DUMB MFER!

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

ok fine

you're right

I don't, and never did

because I was, am, and always will be a Bladed Weapons Girl

specifically daggers, shortswords, longswords and most RECENTLY

Seax and rly cool fuck off knives.

...but fine, for ppl who DO prefer whacking to stabbing, what's your favorite blunt-force medieval weapon

[maddyaddy]

The "seax" in seaxwulf was not sexual intercourse, but a single-edged knife/sword/dagger commonly used by the Anglo-Saxons.

Apparently viable and attested Medieval names, according to this list I found

Seafowl

Infant

Winegod

Tallboys

Sinister

Bono

Latino

Ratbert

Grimhard

Wulfsy

Frodo

Savory

Boguslav

[whotooed]

My trans sister actually already received hers! The sword is just a regular sword that I don't know enough about to tell you what kind (straight sword, made to match around 9th-11th century) and the dagger is a kind of blade called a seax. The knife is, of course, made to match the same time period. She uses it for food, mainly, when we're out doing medieval re-enactment.

i think all queer people should be given a knife, a dagger, and a sword.

[godblooded]

also i’ll be adding cis lady eivor later but i... uh... have every legendary weapon in the game and all the legendary armors plus the whole skill tree complete. what this means is it’ll be a photo set to my eivor and my play through because it’s all just drilled into my brain. so it’ll be ridic specific, right down to my ravensthorpe.

[kultofathena]

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[thedarkprinceofulaid]

Finan eyes widen as secondary force of Irishmen floods the courtyard, and one of them clearly has his eyes set on him. The warrior reminds him almost of his late friend Clapa, but before Finan has time to reminisce he is blocking the sword shattering advance of the large warrior’s seax. The blow knocks Finan off his feet and he stumbles, quickly lunging for the warrior’s legs, but he misses.

I always knew you were a coward. Refusing to fight me like a man, because you know the truth.

As Finan stumbles back to his feet, he can feel Uhtred and Sihtric guarding him from other attacks, allowing his sword to be reserved for Conall’s champion. Each strike of his sword almost seems futile as it clashes with the strength of the warrior’s blows, until Finan’s swiftness finally lands a blow through the chainmail of the warrior’s arm. Regardless of the blow, the champion’s drives are draining the Irishman of his wits, and he nearly stumbles backward again, knowing that he’s twisted his ankle over it but pressing on nevertheless with adrenaline and bloodlust. The others are overwhelmed with more fighting men, but Uhtred, Sihtric, and Bjorn fight them off like the skilled warriors they are.

Finan’s strikes become unrelenting, and as soon as he dodges a swift strike he fakes out the warrior and drives his dagger straight through his neck, sending him to the ground.

Finan yells as he withdraws his dagger from Conall’s man’s neck, more of a battle cry.

You’ll wish you never crossed me again.

“Make the square!” He yells, urging the battle to a halt.

@revnashieldmaiden

The gilded cage

The journey by ship to Ulaid was long and brutal, and Finan finds himself relieved when land is in sight. At one time in his life he loved the ocean, yearned for it even, but these days the bitter salt in the air reminded him of where fate had brought him the decade earlier, for years, trapped in a never ending horizon of water with an always nagging pain in some area of his body. Still… he is relieved. They are one enormous step closer and they’d survived the journey.

The relief of land in sight is quickly washed away when Finan squints his eyes and can just faintly make out the form of Ulaid’s fortress, the outline of the tall stoned palace and ramparts. Within that instant, a shiver runs down his spine.

It’s been so long.

The Irishman takes a deep breath in through his nose as his heart starts to thud in his chest, such unpleasant and painful memories washing over him like the tides, the smell of home arising in his senses. This is where he had been raised, where he spent the first quarter of his life. He’d spent more time here than anywhere else. And there it stood— the gilded cage of his own suffering and foolishness. His thoughts drift to her, how his own suffering was null in comparison. It still aches at his heart like nothing else could. Watching the person he loved tortured and murdered had made him wish for death almost every day since. It had replayed so often in his nightmares, but seeing the setting in which it happened brought memories back that were beyond comparison. The last time he’d heard her voice was when he killed Halvar for his wife’s vengeance, and it was like a dream of forgiveness, of retribution for not only Revna but for her. She guided his sword, he once thought. He shakes his head at the thought.

Forgiveness imagined, perhaps. I deserve to rest in Hell for my part in it all, darling. I was weak, then…

I hope you’re resting among the beauty of Heaven like you deserve. I’ll love you always.

The Irishman brings his fingers to his forehead, rubbing the tension away fruitlessly. Uhtred would let him lead this dance into oblivion, and Finan believed that he deserved whatever fate would befall him in doing so. In any case, his wife would survive. This would not end the way it did in the years past.

The first group of men leave the ship in two small boats, directed by Finan to the areas of scouting by sentries along Ulaid’s border, the ones who warn of any imminent threat to the King by sea. If the sentries are killed successfully, the mission will press on, and they will send a signal that it’s been done. Finan only prays that his long held knowledge of the fortress is enduring.

The Irishman watches the horizon as twilight fades into darkness, and many hours later the signal is witnessed by him and Uhtred; three firelit arrows sent to the sky, followed by three more.

With a grin, Finan goes to Bjorn and pats him on the back. “Proceed with the ships. I will see you at the gates, my friend…”

“Ladies,” Finan drawls almost lightheartedly to Hild and Lagertha. “With me.”

Dispatching the ship onto a few smaller boats, Finan and Uhtred lead Hild, Lagertha, and Sigtryggr onto a boat with a band of warriors. They begin to row forward while Bjorn leads the ship in the direction of the Fortress.

Finan stands as the small boat he directs reaches the shore, his adrenaline already thrumming in his bloodstream. He jumps out onto the sand, giving Uhtred a firm nod. He knows where to lead them, but each step of the way will be like revisiting the ghosts of his painful past.

Finally, we share the same ground. I will see you soon, Revna... I’m sure of it.

@lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild @asksihtrickjartansen @lordaldhelmofmercia

[northmanworld]

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[unusual-raccoon]

Hi! It’s me 🌚 I had a thought I just had to share. I just finished zooming through all your Frank and Billy stuff (fantastic work as per usual) and my mind decided to work over time to produce this: modern JaceLuke but they have to do a mandatory military service as part of inheriting their titles. They’re supposed to be kept out of danger, but Otto has friends in high places and they get posted to some pretty fucked up missions. Cue them developing the same kind of codependency we see with Frank and Billy. Like can you imagine the angsty power of Jace killing Otto or Aemond the same way Frank does to Rawlins with Billy (Luke) observing? “God damn, Jace. I love to watch you work.” I’m sorry, I love DJ Jace and soft fanboy Luke, but I also gotta feed my need for angst. I know the Frank and Billy dynamic/history doesn’t really match, but I love the idea of modern JaceLuke going feral for each other. They def have the same “us against world” energy that Frank and Billy have. Thoughts??

My lovely 🌚 anon, ur actually so brilliant! JaceLuke, but like a Brank AU??? Genius. Even if we’re just stripping the dynamic down to ‘us against the world’. Certified killers JaceLuke is very funny, but also plausible? Luke already got that dawg in him, Aemond can testify.

I’ve had an idea that’s not necessarily a modern AU, but like a ‘on the run’ vibe, in which the King (Aegon or Aemond take your pick) has placed bounties on the heads of former princes. Aegon III and Viserys II (and possibly even Visenya?) have already been given asylum and secreted elsewhere as legitimate full-blooded children. However, the Strong boys are targets that receive little kindness. Cue them being forced to live on the run and killing whoever tries to stop them, concocting a backstory à la Rickard Thorne and Maelor in the books.

Their simple story (A/B/O time?) for Joffrey’s sake. Jace is his father and Luke is his mother, and should anyone ask, his father is a BETA. Wanted posters would include the fact that Jace is an Alpha.

At first they wander the roads and are easily mistaken for no more than bandits, especially Jace. He is the eldest, and by rights as defended his brothers the most.

On the road, before settling in a small fishing village so Joff can rest a bit easier and Jace can find a job to bring a little money in that doesn’t involve selling stashed (and rather incriminating) family jewelry.

Their saving grace actually is their “common looks” their dark hair and dark eyes make their seemingly unremarkable. Three bits of hay in a haystack.

Small ficlet under the cut

Jacaerys can feel his brother’s eyes on him as he cleans the blood from his seax, a stolen seax, one that Luke had lifted off a hunter that had happened upon him bathing.

His shoulders ache, he’d moved the body. There was no moving the pile of blood that had since soaked into the soil. Another sellsword looking for wealth with the heads of three little princelings.

Lucerys scoots closer, a hand falling easily upon Jace’s knee. Joffrey was sleeping. They’d given him the last of a the roasted hare that Luke had caught a few days prior.

Jace and Luke had found some dried salmon on the sellsword, amongst other things. His brother pushes another salted strip of fish into his hand.

“You need your strength.” He says with earnest brown eyes, teeth catching up his lower lip, “We, need your strength.”

This made the seventh man he’d killed for them. A dagger through the throat. The second one in a sennight.

Luke’s fingers curls into the filthy fabric of Jace’s trousers, ragged nails prickling against his knee in desperation.

Jace nods and takes the fish, tears the leathery meat between pointed teeth - teeth he’d soon need to file if he ever hoped to pass for a beta.

They settle down beside the fire, beside Joff. Their little brother whined in his sleep, instinctively nuzzling towards Luke. Their brother hushes him, rocking Joffrey gently in his arms

“Jace,” Lucerys calls gently, barely a whisper above the small starving fire that subsists on twigs and damp leaves.

“The next one that comes after us - I want do it.”

He sighs against his brothers nape, as he cradles Luke to his chest, and Luke cradles Joff.

“Mother would’ve killed for us,” he says gently, “I should be able to do it too.”

He cannot fault his brother’s thinking. It is true, regardless of how unsavory. Princes resorted to being common cutthroat’s.

“The next one,” Jace agrees, breath visible in the night air. Feeling as Luke shifts gently closer.

Lucerys could have the next mercenary that came their way, it would be his brother’s first kill. Their last kill, however, would be the miserable uncle that had made criminals of them.