In Seattle, during the early-to-mid-nineties, existed a man known colloquially as “Conan”. He was a large man, a fitness freak obsessed with biking and weightlifting and he could frequently be seen riding shirtless on Broadway, his long brown hair flowing in the wind. But it wasn’t just his physical visage that earned him his nickname, no; It was also the result of the broadsword strapped to his back.
Conan was the first Cascadian Swordsman I had encountered. As time progressed I began to hear of and occasionally witness firsthand a variety of standoffs and skirmishes involving long blades and often some form of nudity. What is it about our fair land that molds mere men into sword brandishing warriors? This project aims to explore that question.