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A pretty hand sewn sling for drinking horns or weapons. The combination of belt loop and horn sling define this great accessory on your belt. The place to put your weapon/horn into, or tie your belongings to. The leather pieces of the...

The Ready for Battle (RFB) range is a light-hitting range designed with children and light-touch LARPs in mind.  It may not be suitable for medium-to-heavy hitting LARP games. The long road from the Wizard’s Castle is...

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!!...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...