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"A small sword you say?" "Yes, sir." "But is very large isn't it?" "Yes, sir." "Shouldn't we call it a 'large sword'?" "No, sir." "Well what about a 'not very small sword'?" "Begging your pardon, sir, but if you could please shut up and...

As a squire, you are up before dawn serving your Master. You are expected to have your Master’s armour polished and ready at a moment’s notice. There isn’t a moment to yourself that isn’t being spent thinking about your work. Without...

Wherever you may roam and wander, your Ranger Sword is always by your side. Where you lay your head is home, and with your trusty steel by your side, you are always safe. Your sword has seen you through countless battles, lain upon...

The ones you have to fear in the zombie apocalypse aren’t the dead ones, but the ones who are still alive and waiting to take everything you have left. That’s why you’ve rigged up this special puppy: the Chain Longsword. This...

BATTLEWORN AND WEARY It doesn’t matter how exhausted you are because wars do not tire. As a sort of comfort, you have got your old and trusty blade by your side. Epic Armoury’s Battleworn Footman Sword is a long latex-hybrid sword...

Your squire buckles the straps of your custom-fit armour, adjusting it to be comfortable and snug over your gambeson. Then you are handed your piece-de-resistance: the Noble Sword. You paid top coin for this sword, and you expect...

Your squire buckles the straps of your custom-fit armour, adjusting it to be comfortable and snug over your gambeson. Then you are handed your piece-de-resistance: the Norman Sword. You paid top coin for this sword, and you expect...

The trick is never to stay in one place for too long. Inevitably the undead will sniff you out of your hiding hole, and you’ll find yourself cornered by an endless sea of flesh-hungry abominations. Unfortunately, while you’re on the...

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...

You have traveled an impossible distance in search of the dragon’s lair, and now you stand before its entrance. You can feel the heat radiating from inside and smell the sulfur. This will be the greatest battle of your life. You...

Your Celtic Leaf Sword cuts down another goblin, leaving him in a pile of his buddies. They miscalculated your massive strength, and are reeling backwards on the retreat. They have learned too late that betraying a noble of the Black...

The again-walker's eyes were lit with balefire. It had died a hero, but had still been denied entry to the Valhall. It had been tasked with standing vigil inside the burial chambers in case the people of Eyri ever came returned to take...

BRUISED BUT FAR FROM BROKEN Epic Armoury’s Battleworn Squire Sword is a short latex-hybrid sword inspired by European medieval sidearms. The sword is 85 cm long and has an 70 cm straight double-edged blade with a central ridge. The...

Cas is having a well-deserved rest in a shady dell, enjoying the soothing effect that the cool stream water has on her tired feet. The journey has been long and daring. Despite her young age, she has already seen more than her...

The Kriarian midday sun is beating down on the spectators, as they are watching the great tournament. Percyval is getting ready for the preliminary rounds of sword fencing; his squire is helping him put on the last piece of armour. He...

A murder of crows frantically scampers away in all directions crawing, as Drurgha The Devourer kicks one armoured leg through the rotting wooden gate that was their resting place a moment ago. He fiercely stomps down the road. Behind...

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...

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!!...

“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...

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...

The horn blows, a sharp sound that precedes the legion’s march in perfect synchronicity. Armour rattles, shields thunder, and the Spatha sword in your belt begs to be used. Every man in the army has an identical sword, but this one...

Your elven ears hear the rustle of footsteps behind you. A smile crosses your delicate lips as you realize a stranger is attempting to sneak up on someone as lithe and alert as you. You are the kindred of the immortals, having honed...

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...

There are those that fear the draug and the mighty blades that they wield.  Those people have yet to meet true fear, for at least you can hit one of the drauger and, if you are made of the stuff of heroes, come away to tell the...

As the patriarch of the clan he will not bow down to any nothing, who attempts to mauraud his village. He might look old with his silver beard, scarred face and furrowed brow, but his stark blue eyes are flinty and intimidating.The...

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...

Mud squelched under Emmerich's worn boots, a constant rhythm against the clang of steel. Another day, another skirmish. Hunger gnawed at his belly, worse than the ever-present chill. He envied the Landsknechts with their gleaming...

From the Stronghold Masters Collection, Ryūgan , the Katana , is a blade with presence. Designed for those who appreciate both elegance and efficiency in their LARP weaponry. Named after the “dragon’s eye,” it’s built for movement,...

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 two-handed sword, Baal. Specially made to reflect your Celtic roots, it...

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...

As he moved, his heavy armour made barely a noise, but to the dark elves, he might as well have been shouting, "COME AND FACE ME". Other weapon masters used light blades and armour, but he preferred something heavier for offence and...

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,...

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,...

Your work is dirty, bloody and harsh. You don’t need the best; it’s beyond your pay. You just need sturdy, serviceable and durable. Solid steel is better than adornment, and while your gear shows years of wear, it still works just...

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 sword fitting a King’s status....

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...

Hedgerow is an never ending maze within the fae realms, twisting and turning and leading the unsuspecting to the unknown. The hedges themselves are beautiful, however, as many dangerous things are. You are native to these lands and...

A warrior, a  true  warrior, is one that sees battles and charges into it roaring. A devout follower of Aries, god of War, you wield his mark and leave it upon the flesh of all who would dare oppose the will of your deity....

HUNTING FOR HEADS If this sword could speak it would tell gruesome tales of the vast amounts of beheadings it has carried out in the hand of a warmongering Celtic tribal warrior. Heads of fallen foes that often were put on prominent...

KUERNBUT OR FOTBITR? Is your sword lucky, noble or bloodthirsty - or maybe even treacherous? It is, if it has inherited any skills or personality of previous owners or makers. Maybe it even also has a name like “Millstone-breaker” or...

Rolant unties his horse from the hitching post in front of the scrubby tavern. After asking around for the girl that he is targeting, he is even more disgruntled. What seemed to be a rather uncomplicated task, has turned into a sly...

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...

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...