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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...

What is true valor? You ponder the meaning as you turn your Valor Sword over in your hands. You left your home at an early age to join the ranks of adventurers, seeking your own fame and glory like so many legends did before you....

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...

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...

You’re not very good with a gun. Missing an eye, your aim is terrible! That’s why you rely instead on your Ripper Chainsaw. This recycled masterpiece keeps all of your enemies at bay--with just one clean sweep you’re free to be on...

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 are dead. You have commissioned a...

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 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...

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...

“Your manners are foul as your vocabulary is crude. However, I am willing to accept your presence in exchange for an apology to this unfairly offended peasant. The alternative is too bloody for a fine day such as this, wouldn’t you...

Introducing the Falchion . A curved, a remarkable blade that embodies both elegance and ruggedness. Crafted with meticulous attention to detail, this weapon showcases a striking curved design and a single cutting edge. The distinctive...

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...

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,...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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....

Wheher it is an epic sword of flame, or a Blade of Bacon, the  Hellfire  is a weapon that will strike fear and jealousy into the hearts of your enemies. War is all that you know. For your clan, war is a permanent state...

You strike your Leonidas sword against your shield, shouting alongside your legionaries outside the gates of Syracuse. Inside, their people are filled with terror, deafened by your army’s trumpets and noise. Arrows rain down and you...

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...

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...

The First Rule of the Sword is thus: put the point into the other man. As the world's most skilled duelist, it is a rule you've educated countless people in. At this point, your sword is not just a weapon, but an extension of your...

Ah, the satisfying sound of your dying enemy. The glory is not simply in the kill--an easy task, thanks to your Bone Scimitar--but in the revenge you find when you animate the dead and send them back at their own people. Such...

Into the forgotten ruins you carefully tred, your Orc Cleaver grasped tight in your barbaric fist. The wind whips through the walls, cold and ruthless. While there might be old traps and the danger of frostbite, you continue with...

You have the Falcata in your well trained hand, so you not afraid of the oncoming Roman army. Should you fall, it will only be after you’ve taken many of their own warriors--your glorious weapon in hand. Better than any regular blade,...

There's a few ways to make sure your safe on the  Dead Islands . One of the most effective combinations is having that bit of extra reach when you cut the Walkers' legs out from under them. Once they're unable to stay upright,...

BARBARIC TERRITORY Epic Armoury’s 85 cm Battleworn Falcata is a single-edged latex medium sword inspired by weapons used by the ancient Iberian mercenaries. The 66 cm blade is shaped to act like both an axe head and thrusting sword,...

AVAST YE, SCALLYWAG! Screeching gulls circled above our heads as we made our way to the coast. Our coats were no match for the relentless wind, but our attention was fixed on the flamboyant figures awaiting where waves meet the sand....

BEAT TO QUARTERS! The officer regarded his men with resolute determination. On orders, they were about to commandeer the vessel in the bay, but all intelligence pointed towards a direct confrontation with its crew. He sheathed his...

“For a moment, my heart skipped a beat when he revealed his weapon to cut open the whale dragged ashore. The shaped and sharpened bone blade. The vulgar reinforcements. This blade resembled the bone-chopping sabres wielded by the...

The dark crevices of society are 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...

Never go into battle before first tasting your favorite ale. That is the advice you would give any of your fellow Dwarves, for you never know when this may be your last fight. You slam your Dwarf Single Edge sword onto the table as...

You admire the Viking Sword that belonged to your father. The great warrior sailed his last voyage, but your brethren still managed to bring back his weapon specially for you. For that, at least, you are grateful. Looking down upon...

This item has been discontinued An instrument of death need not look like one. The dance of a duel is a beautiful thing to behold, with the flash of steel darting back and forth. You’ve fought many of such duels, with 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...