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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...

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...

Geoff crouched and waited together with a few other men. They’d been sent here to scout on the tax collector they knew would pass through the forest. He could feel his nerves flaring, like an angry cat arching its back and hissing, and...

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...

A simple leather loop to keep your sword at your side. Just remember to get one on each side or your pants are going to feel oddly unbalanced in a way that can't be accounted for when bragging at the tavern bar. One of your...

”Care for your equipment, and it will care for you.” Of the many maxims adventurers like to spew out, you’ve found that this saying has always resonated with you. It’s saved your life on a few occasions, after all. Simple, sturdy,...

Genevieve was tired, hungry, and, most of all, angry. The others dragged her out here to waylay a coach with a wealthy noble, but the coach still wasn't in sight. It was constantly raining and the wind and hunger made her shiver like a...

Genevieve was tired, hungry, and, most of all, angry. The others dragged her out here to waylay a coach with a wealthy noble, but the coach still wasn't in sight. It was constantly raining and the wind and hunger made her shiver like a...

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...

There is a measure of confidence a lord must carry with him when preparing his troops for battle. For you, that confidence is found the moment you hold your Claymore. Specially made to reflect your Scottish roots, it reminds you of the...

The dark crevices of society is your domain. In the safety of your lair you review the bounties you have collected, considering your next target. When night falls upon the land, you will emerge. The cityfolk have come to fear you...

The true master of the Rapier is one who need not kill their opponent, but simply display expertise and domination in a duel. This is how you like to fight, your elegant weapon an extension of your own arm. You demonstrate your...

You became a ruler during war time, and so you feel more at east with the Earl Sword in your hand than the feathered quill you now use to write a long and tiresome letter. The sword, with its beautiful craftsmanship, now sits polished...

It’s a new day, the air crisp and the sun bright on the horizon. It was a long night of battle and you feel the exhaustion deep within your bones--but the sun and the hope that it brings does wonders to refuel your soul. Clutching...

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,...

A King deserves the attention of his subjects--his position and power demand such respect--but you also know he must look the part. You have hired the finest craftsmen in your land to create a weapon fitting a King’s status. Gold...

”Care for your equipment, and it will care for you.” Of the many maxims adventurers like to spew out, you’ve found that this saying has always resonated with you. It’s saved your life on a few occasions, after all. Simple, sturdy,...

Ever seen a proper swashbuckler without a decent swordholder? Didn't think so. Fancy yourself one? Get this.   As an Adventurer, you never know who you might be working for or what beast you’ll be sent to dispatch next....

Ever seen a proper swashbuckler without a decent swordholder? Didn't think so. Fancy yourself one? Get this.   As an Adventurer, you never know who you might be working for or what beast you’ll be sent to dispatch next....

The underdark is your domain. In the pitch blackness, the smell of damp earth all around, you wait with your raiding party. When night falls on the lands above, you will emerge. The sun-lovers have come to fear you and the silence...

Your Persian Blade is the namesake of your people. Quick and sharp--precise in accuracy, and cruel when necessary--it is more an extension of who you are than a mere weapon. In the early morning you wake to begin your sword drills....

War is all that you know. For your clan, war is a permanent state of being. Just as you need meat to sustain you and leather armour to protect your leathery green skin, war keeps your thirst for chaos and violence sated. Your clan...

Your House waits for sleep to take your rivals before making an advance on their fortress. While the element of surprise will give you an advantage, forcing the rival house to fall will still require a bloody battle this night. You...

Ever a practical people, their blacksmiths and armourers made sure their  elven blades were available in a range of sizes to suit any task.   Your elven ears hear the rustle of footsteps behind you. A smile crosses...

There are a family of trolls who live in a cave in the mountains. It is said that the entrance hides behind a strange rock formation that was once one of their brothers, turned to stone by the sun. No one from your village dares to...

Your Scramasax cuts down another goblin, leaving him in a pile of his buddies. They miscalculated your massive strength, and are reeling backwards on the retreat. So much for supposed alliances. They have learned too late that...

The horde surges forward, but they will break their teeth on your walls. They prepare for siege, but your archers and fire blossoms will cut them where they stand. Even if they gain the walls, the blade of your ancestors, the RFB Basic...

The best made blades are forged by the most skilled swordsmiths, the metal worked with such precision and care that the edge can cut through flesh so cleanly that a person might not even know they have been cut. You have...

Please note: This design has been discontinued in 2019 and is no longer available for purchase. For similar designs, please see the Stronghold Elven Hunter's Blade and the Dark Elven Blade. Stronghold is Epic Armoury's new range of...

Wherever you may pillage and destroy, your Inferno Ranger is always by your side. With your trusty steel by your side, you are always safe. Always ready to cut through the next unfortunate opponent. Your sword still continues to...

The horde surges forward, but they will break their teeth on your walls. They prepare for siege, but your archers and fire blossoms will cut them where they stand. Even if they gain the walls, the blade of your ancestors, the RFB Tai,...

BEFORE YOU CAN SAY KNIFE… This here is a fighting knife. It might look bruised and worn out, but don’t let that fool you! Epic Armoury’s Battleworn Trench Knife is a latex-hybrid single-edged knife with an intricate knuckleduster...

There are guests in your family’s forest, and you have been tasked with guiding them past the tree’s many secrets. These guests are not fae folk, and so they walk with heavy and clumsy footfalls into sinking pits and bear dens. Were it...

“The peasant rebel was well-armed and brave, but the experienced officer surprised him by swiftly drawing his rapier in an agile stance. The ornamented hilt gleamed during the deadly dance that followed. The rebel lunged forward but...

Her blades wove a deadly dance as she approached. The goblin smelt like sweat, desperation, and fear as she stalked her prey. The bladesinger was confident in her ability to take out this goblin and its five friends lying in ambush....

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...

Your Broad Axe sends a goblin clear off his feet, landing in a pile of his buddies. They miscalculated your massive strength, and are reeling backwards on the retreat. So much for supposed alliances. They have learned too late that...