The Odomon is a hand-and-a-half sword Remusian sword of great reputation. Said to be able to slice through common steel in the hands of a master, the skill and discipline which go into not only wielding this sword, but making it as well, mean that there are few of them, and they are most often passed within families as heirlooms. Since the death of the great blacksmith Odomon, none have been able to replicate these swords, and so they are considered more precious than gold.
Image description. One of Remusia's most reputed and effective weapons: the Odomon sword. Picture by Seeker.
The Odomon is a
hand-and-a-half sword of unique
construction. It is a single edged blade, the back of the
weapon is thicker and flat forming a very thin wedge, which tapers up to a
point for stabbing much in the manner of the
Remusian Warsword. The dimensions of the blade are dissimilar from those of
the Remusian Warsword. It is at least a full
ped long, though because blades were tailor made to their owners they can vary
quite a bit from this mean, while the blade is a little more than a
half-palmspan from the edge to the back. The grip of the weapon is at least a
palmspan and a half though
some weapons, later examples of Odomon's work, boast a grip of two
palmspans. Regardless of
length, the grip bears a distinctive "waisted" grip, where the grip becomes
wider towards the middle, below the spot where the first hand should sit and
above the half-grip for the second hand.
It is unknown exactly what process or technique Odomon used to make his weapons. Gathorn iron is notoriously difficult to work with as well as being highly brittle. The blades all bear a distinctive pattern in the steel, as though they had been engraved with an incredibly fine needle. This pattern, which resembles a series of waves across the surface of the steel, distinguishes true Odomon blades from later imitations.
The guard of the weapon is often quite elaborate, being engraved with some symbol of importance to the owners, or simply the blade's name.
Instead of a crossguard, the Odomon has a guard which traverses the length of the handle and connects at the base of the weapon. When it can be had, fyrite is used to cover the guard so that cold does not cause it to stick to skin.
The grip of the Odomon, wrapped in wison leather, or carteloreen skin, is broken up to be used either one handed, from the back of a horse or with a shield. The second part of the grip, smaller than the main grip below the blade, is for use on the ground fighting two handed or for stabbing motions. The luckiest weapons are said to have grips wrapped in the leather made from a blue Berg pony, one of the strange blue foals that sometimes are born from otherwise ordinary Kor'och Fey Mologh horses. These weapons usually have a matching blue scabbard, and are the rarest of Odomon blades.
The Odomon is a weapon exclusive to the
Remusian men of Northern Sarvonia.
The weapons are few and far between and those existing pieces are guarded
jealously and passed down through family lines. These
weapons often bear names, sometimes inscribed into the guard of the sword or
along the blade, often quite poetic. The most famous is the sword of
Remusian kings, passed down in an
unbroken line for over a century. Called "Scion of Battles" in
sword is always passed on to the heir to the throne upon interring the
deceased ruler, no sooner. To do otherwise is thought to be an ill omen for the
heir to the throne, and is thought to be the will of the spirit of the blade.
Odomon is revered among Remusian smiths for the work he did with steel. Remusians admit that it takes smiths of incredible skill to make something worthwhile out of Gathorn Iron. It would take a master to make useful steel out of the ore, and Odomon's weapons are far more than mere useful steel. Whatever he did with metal, it is said that he traded for materials to make his mystifying swords, with tribes further to the south, wandering elves and even dwarves if he was able.
The saying goes that "It took the world to make the metal, but a Remusian to forge the sword."
Fighting Style. The most obvious advantage to the Odomon is that it can be wielded from horseback or on foot. Those who possess an Odomon are said to be the most disciplined of fighters who need never lose so long as they have trust in their swords. The weapon's strange construction also makes it incredibly difficult to break. The back of the sword seems to be much more flexible than the edge, which resembles conventional Gathorn iron more closely though somehow avoids its brittle quality.
The style of fighting with the Odomon varies whether on foot or on horseback. While riding, the weapon is used much as a sabre would be, cutting from the saddle against foes afoot. While on foot, the emphasis is on the strength of the blow, and the speed at which it is made. Using two hands, making broad swings across the front of the blade, or striking with overhand blows. The tip of the weapon is capable of stabbing charging enemies so that some will use the Odomon like a foreshortened spear, bracing themselves to impale their enemy with the point.
Origin/History. Odomon, after who the swords are named, is said to have been the greatest smith in Remusian history. Despite his somewhat unorthodox practices, Odomon managed to produce swords finer than any other, and true Odomon blades are considered to be the pinnacle of Remusian smith work. Odomon was a devout follower of the old Ice Tribes pantheon, and paid them reverence as he made his blades. He was said to have refused to forge swords for followers of Kor'och on principle. Odomon never married, died childless and had never taken an apprentice. The secrets of his craft he guarded so closely that none had more than the meanest inkling of the process and so the secret of his swords was taken with him to the grave.
Journal entry of a merchant by the name of Vyus
"It was during the summer of 1586 that I arrived in the Remusian city of Sorsokon. I was determined that I was going to learn the secrets of the Odomon Blade by going to the source; Odomon himself. If he had a first name, or last as I'm not entirely sure which is the one he used, he was as secretive about it as he was about his craft. I must say that I was disappointed in both the man and his establishment. After seeing first hand some of his creations, and the mystique attributed to them, I expected more than what I got when I finally found this one named wonder. A small man, wrinkled, bald and thin, he did not have the look of one who bends steel to his will. As well, his smithy was a small attachment to his home, neither large nor fancy. I could not see it well, for he forbade anyone access to his smithy or home, and was very forceful in chasing away those who came too close.
Still, I had travelled far and was not about to be deterred. I took to spying on the smith as he went about his work. Though I could not see how he worked the steel, I was to learn that Odomon was a pious man. He would spend long hours in prayer, the sword in its unfinished form before him like some altar. He spoke not only to the gods, Ertemmir, Chelinor, and Peierojon as well as Necteref, but I would see him whispering to the sword itself, as though it were alive. I would have simply dismissed it as him being of poor sanity, but something in the way he talked and held it sent a shiver up my spine.
Though I never got to see his technique up close, I could not help but get drawn into the life he breathed into the sword. The day the owner of the sword arrived to take ownership of the sword, I saw Odomon shed tears as he gave it away. Indeed, I shed one as well, though I cannot fully explain why. It seems that in the weeks I observed the smith and his sword, a part of me was placed into that blade as well.
Perhaps that is the true secret of the Master Smith."
since attempted to produce similar results, in part due to the value of true
Odomon-crafted swords, but the best imitations have been unable to withstand the
same rigors as their authentic counterparts. Some more unscrupulous individuals
have even attempted to sell these lesser imitations as true Odomon swords which
have often broken horribly under the stress of battle, much to the dismay, and
often leading to the death, of their owners. It has since been declared a crime
to claim as authentic any imitation Odomon sword, the punishment being to have
all of the bones in one hand crushed.
Part of the process of forging such weapons involves prayers to the gods. Of special mention have always been Ertemmir, to make the steel true and sharp, Necteref, to make the edge eager to killing, Peierojon, to kindle the fire within the spirit and Chelinor, to strengthen the arm of the warrior that holds the sword. These prayers were meant to ask the gods to awaken the spirit within the metal and let it have life. It is for this reason that many Odomon swords bear names, since it is considered improper to let something which is alive go unnamed. Odomon is told to have once said to a man who questioned his practice of naming swords "This sword is as a son to me. Would you sir raise a son and send him out into the world without so much as a name?"
Odomon made great ceremony of presenting the sword to its master, often telling him the name of the sword when he did so. It is said that when Odomon forged his last blade he knew that his hands would grow weak, and so not wishing to linger as a weak man, gave his all into the creation of the weapon. When he finally gave this sword to the man who would wield it, he is told to have said "This is the finest sword I will ever make. If, on the field of battle, you should find Kor'och, Kor'och will be cut."And then he died on the spot. The weapon he had forged he had named "Student of War" and it went on to become the blade of many other stories.
It is surmised by modern Compendumists, that this is a harkening back to the Forsaken Blade, and no real spirit is imbued into these otherwise beautiful and deadly weapons. But, the Remusians hold fast to their beliefs. And also their weapons.
It is estimated that a little more than one hundred blades were forged by Odomon before his death. Of these blades, less than one hundred are still known to exist. Though these swords are said to be unbreakable, the weapons have been variously lost, stolen or in some incredibly odd cases sold. One story of an orcish warlord with an Odomon sword is told in quiet voices, as is the tale of the Remusian boy who traveled to kill the warlord and take back his family's sword.