My hobby
Journal Entry: Fri Jul 4, 2008, 5:33 PM
Well ive finally got my forge back up and ive found all my custom tools. So ive desided to start my work again on making odd and awesome swords and knives. So I am asking this, you anyone mind giveing me some blade sketches that you think would be cool to make into the real thing. Also i sell my work sometimes so just ask me and i may let you place an order
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