Products from Epic Armoury - Iron Fortress

Whether you're frying imaginary bacon or flinging yourself into tavern mayhem, this foam skillet is the perfect prop for LARP characters living life outside the front lines. From bustling inn kitchens to smoke-filled campfires, it brings...

The Landsknecht Spaulders are a striking example of functional pageantry — shoulder armour that delivers both battlefield practicality and theatrical presence. Inspired by the flamboyant mercenaries of the 16th century, these spaulders...

Chin up, Stand tall! To speak with authority is one thing — to protect that voice in steel is another. The Landsknecht Gorget is a masterfully crafted piece of throat and collar armour, designed not only to defend the vulnerable neck and...

Steel is strength — but here, it’s also swagger. The Landsknecht Vambraces are for characters who lead from the front, fight with flair, and dress for the legend they’re becoming. The clash of steel rings louder when it’s backed by...

Take the field. Steal the scene. A figure steps into the fray — a glint of polished steel flashing between stripes of bold fabric, faulds swaying with every confident stride. The Landsknecht Cuirass is more than protection; it’s...

You must decide where your loyalties lie! Will you fight for the Barons or side with Prince John? The battlefield awaits... The Baron's Spear, designed in conjunction with Fell And Fair for the War of the Barons , is a tribute to the...

Ready to customize your standard with style? The Double Top is your first step to building a banner that tells your story. Part of Epic Armoury's Modular Battle Standards Collection , the Double Top offers you the freedom to customize...

Part of Epic Armoury's Modular Battle Standards Collection , the Single Top lets you easily personalize your banner. Whether you’re looking to update your current standard or create a brand new one, this versatile top is designed to fit...

This isn't just a standard—it's a symbol of strength and resolve. Whether you're marching into battle or standing proudly at the front lines, the Winged Skull Top ensures your banner speaks volumes before you even raise it. Part of the...

Perfect for those who want their banner to stand out above the rest. Part of Epic Armoury's Modular Battle Standards Collection, the Battle Standard Pole is the perfect choice when you need a more compact setup for your battle standard....

Ready to create your own unique battle standard? The Cross-top is here to help bring your vision to life. The Battle Standard - Cross Top shares the same flexibility as the T-top, but with its own unique design. The cross top features a...

Whether you're assembling a knightly standard or a more adventurous, battle-ready look, this compact butt cap provides the strength and durability your setup deserves. The Butt Cap is an essential part of the Modular Battle Standards...

Whether you're leading the charge or representing your people, this Fauchard Top is your first step to designing a standard that makes an impact and stands strong in any situation. Part of Epic Armoury's Battle Standards Collection , the...

The clash was brutal. Emmerich found himself separated from his unit, surrounded by enemy pikemen. Fear, cold and sharp, clawed at his throat. But then, he saw it - a gap in their formation. With a desperate lunge, he squeezed through...

In a city under siege by greenskins, a nameless blacksmith worked tirelessly in his dim workshop. War raged outside, but he crafted a weapon of unexpected might within his forge. It was a simple creation, combining the elegant Eventide...

The words struck Aelith like a blow, memories rushing back in a torrent. She had loved once, a love as fierce and consuming as the flames of war. But that love had been buried beneath years of bloodshed, forgotten in the wake of her...

In a city under siege by greenskins, a nameless blacksmith worked tirelessly in his dim workshop. War raged outside, but he crafted a weapon of unexpected might within his forge. It was a simple creation, combining the elegant Eventide...

In a city under siege by greenskins, a nameless blacksmith worked tirelessly in his dim workshop. War raged outside, but he crafted a weapon of unexpected might within his forge. It was a simple creation, combining the elegant Eventide...

Years passed. Emmerich's reputation grew with each battle. He earned the nickname "Eisbrecher" - Icebreaker - for his unwavering courage in the face of overwhelming odds. He rose through the ranks, his tactical skills honed by...

His muscles bulged as he heaved his axe across the room, pinning the barkeep against the wall. The man was unhurt, but he was as white as a sheet from fear. "More ale", shouted the barbarian, "and more food!". The barkeep had no choice...

With a rich tapestry of tales woven into the fabric of his being, Bofar Gravelbeard reemerged into the world of sun and sky, forever changed. He carried with him not just the echoes of the deep but a new chapter waiting to be inscribed,...

" Not bad, lad," the captain rumbled, his voice gravelly. "Got guts, that's for sure." Emmerich stared, speechless. A compliment from a Landsknecht was rarer than a warm meal in the field. "You're with the dregs, right? Name's Wolfgang....

Marius, a renowned Landsknecht with his Flamberge sword, stood in the heart of battle. Each wave of the blade was a dance of death, a testament to his courage as a Doppelsöldner. Amidst the clamour, Alaric's heart raced, not with fear,...

As dusk painted the world in shades of crimson and gold, Lysire stood before the crystal, its power radiating into his very soul. His mission was complete, yet the journey back to the Shadow Blades would be fraught with the knowledge...

Years passed, and the guardsmen, once unified by purpose, began to see the world through different lenses. The city they protected was changing, and with it, the nature of their duty. Where one saw order in the new laws, the other saw...

In the twilight of their years, stories of the two guardsmen were recounted with reverence. One had become the city's stalwart protector, the other a folk hero to the downtrodden. Their legacies were as different as the paths they chose,...

The time came when the city faced a siege, an army amassed at the gates, threatening to turn streets into rivers of turmoil. The guardsmen stood shoulder to shoulder, one last time, on the battlements they had sworn to defend. As they...

Reinhardt was the eldest son of the family and the one who had to carry the banner going forward. At least those thoughts went through his head as he tried to ignore the itching beneath his bracers and gambeson. It felt like hundreds of...

“It was winter out, and as he swung the axe, cleaving firewood, Fyodr swore loudly. He sent the axe through the next log, loudly cleaving it in two with a noise that sounded like a bold of lightning flying across the sky. He should have...

The winters in these parts were always long and cold, but unlike the other monster hunters, Torvald didn't spend the cold months strutting his stuff in the taverns and inns. Trophies were a distraction; only results mattered. Up ahead,...

A NORDIC SHIRT Mead was still unkind to his head as he stood on the cold clay floor wearing nothing but his britches. The shouts had broken his peaceful slumber. Shouts about longboats arriving in the Fjord. He knew this was either the...

A NORDIC SHIRT Mead was still unkind to his head as he stood on the cold clay floor wearing nothing but his britches. The shouts had broken his peaceful slumber. Shouts about longboats arriving in the Fjord. He knew this was either the...

Putting all her belongings on the ground next to her, she studied them. A bedroll, a mess kit, flint and tinder, three torches, a ration so old it was harder than rock and had developed fur, and a small diary. These and her father's...

“It was a long journey, and it was time to rest. As the others sat down around the halfling, he rested his feet in front of him and wiggled his toes. His feet ached like he'd walked a hundred miles on broken glass. He'd eaten his rations...

Though the King’s Guard usually protected the king in the throne room and beyond, a detachment was sometimes sent to reinforce the battle line. Kurt’s command was one of these detachments. He could smell the enemy from here. A sickly...

“The arrows were flying through the air in clouds thick enough to block out the sun, but it was clear that the archers could not stop the onslaught. It fell to Sergeant Martin and his men to stop the charge. They had practised this...

“Hidden underneath his wool hood, with the fake beard and the eye patch, he was unrecognisable to everyone, though he was the most wanted man in the kingdom. As the officials moved the targets further away, one of the others, a man...

Whispers of a darkened beast threatening the realm reached his ears, stirring a resolve within him. Each arrow in his quiver wasn't just a weapon but a promise of protection, a vow to safeguard his home. The quiver, adjustable and...

He held the new sword out in front of him. It wasn't as light as a feather, like the blacksmith claimed, but more like a goose's worth of feathers. It was however, so sharp it could cut the feelers of an ant, and the ant wouldn't even...

Your are a knight not born of noble blood, but of sheer will. You are known across the land for your unwavering commitment to master the sword. Your days are consumed with rigorous training, each movement refined a thousand times over,...

In his time, he'd used more blades than he could count. Admittedly, he couldn't count higher than three, but he'd used more than that. And he'd always preferred the newest one. They served until they broke, and he would get another from...

“Her trusty sword was at her side, safe in its scabbard as she perched atop the mountain outcropping. She’d been tracking the ogres for days, and her energy flickered like a torch in the dead of night. But the weariness burned away with...

Her trusty sword was at her side, safe in its scabbard as she perched atop the mountain outcropping. She’d been tracking the ogres for days, and her energy flickered like a torch in the dead of night. But the weariness burned away with...

She stood as still as a statue, the ancient weapon held in a double-handed grip to increase her control. "Ichi! Nii! San! Shi!". She moved with mechanical precision through the first four movements of the kata. "Go! Roku! Shichi!!...

Marcel was a professional. His gloves felt like a fish had swallowed his hand, as the fabric was soaked with water from the unrelenting rain. His hat dripped, and the feather at the back dropped, dripping ice-cold water down the back of...

Torvald rose from his throne and drew his sword. “By Odin! I am Jarl here, and I will not be disrespected in my hall! Erik, I name you a coward! I name you liar and filth! Draw your weapon, and we shall do the holmgang!” Erik turned as...

Gunnar was the newest member of the Varangian guard. He was much taller than the noblemen of the court, and with his long blonde hair and beard, he cut an imposing figure. His armour had seen battle during the recent uprising, and the...

He gripped his father’s sword tight, his fingers tightening around the long hilt like the desperate grasp of a drowning man holding to a branch. In front of him was his father’s killer. And now Matteo would have revenge. As he drew the...