Hand-forged Fantasy Conan Axe "Cimmerian Bane - The Reaver" made of carbon steel with curved shaft and leather handle

The Saga of a Battle Axe

Coming from an Age undreamed of...

>>Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis, and the rise of the sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of...
And unto this, Conan, destined to wear the jeweled crown of Aquilonia upon a troubled brow. It is I, his chronicler, who alone can tell the story of his saga. Let me tell you of the days of high adventure!<<

"Fire and wind are sent by the gods of the sky. But our god is called Crom... and he lives down in the earth, not in the sky. Giants once lived in the earth too, Conan. They took advantage of the darkness and chaos and deceived Crom, the god. In this way they learned the secret of steel... Crom was enraged. The earth shook and the treacherous giants were killed by fire and wind and their corpses were thrown into the sea... But in... In their raging anger, the gods forgot the secret of the steel and left it on the battlefield... And we who found it... we are only men... We are not gods, we are not giants... only humans. You must unravel the secret of steel, Conan! You must learn its rules... and you must trust no one... no one in this world! You must not trust men, nor women, nor animals... ! You can only trust steel!"
~ Nial, the blacksmith (Conan's father)

My name is 'Cimmerian Bane'. I was born 15,000 years ago, when ancient gods and cruel beings still walked the face of the earth. The Cimmerian tribes finally unraveled the secret of steel, created me and my brothers, and millennia passed. I saw magnificent Hyborian empires rise and fall back into darkness. Cataclysms and time continually reshaped the face of the world. Cimmeria and large parts of the western world sank and where the fires in which I was born once burned, a great sea now stretches to the north. Some of the surviving tribes moved east, founded new barbarian peoples and centuries and finally millennia passed again... and I was always at their side. After an infinitely long time we reached the areas that I knew thousands of years ago as Hyrcania... now known as the Baltic States.
The brave people of the Baltic tribes - the descendants of my creators, used me to build homes for themselves and their families, and to cut down the mighty pine trees so that they could have firewood and thus warmth; and to protect yourself with me against all evil. I was happy because most of the time I was used to make life thrive, not to take it away. The people were happy and so was I - because I gave them refuge and warmth, not blood and tears. Life was good...
Then the Danes came upon us like ravenous wolves and they wanted to enslave my friends and violate their wives and children, but often enough they found their grave through me near the salty waters of the Baltic Sea, because even their strongest berserkers were no match for me! After the Danes came the Swedes and I made sure that they shared the fate of the Danes often enough. I was mad with anger and my retribution was tremendous - the Swedish town of Sigtuna was no more!
A new faith arose and then the Crusaders came from all over Europe to spread it with fire and sword and the halcyon days were finally over. For 300 years I fought bravely and doggedly to protect my people from foreign invaders. I cried tears of blood, granted no mercy and nothing could stand against my blade. But there were too many and I became chipped and worn. They had won... My friends were enslaved and I was forgotten - rusting with the ashes of all those brave warriors beneath their stone burial mounds. Only a few of my kind survived, were found and could tell of what I was and what I did. For 800 years they tried to erase the last memory of me, but they failed, because my people were strong and never forgot that I once gave them refuge and warmth. They never forgot how bravely I fought to protect them from evil. They drove out the invaders and finally, like eons before in the Cimmerian mountains, I could be born again to tell my story to all who will hear it...

Weight: 1200g
Cutting edge: 15cm
Total length: 83cm

The runic inscription on both sides of the stem is a short, Old Norse love poem and says:

Mun þú mik,
man ek þik.
Unn þú mér,
ann ek þér.

Remember me,
And I remember you.
Love me,
And I love you.

The binding rune on the pommel denotes the bearer of the axe, ends in the triple Tyr rune for 'Fimbultyr' (mighty god) and thus acts as a symbol of protection in battle, as well as for the bearer of the axe and his family.

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