Almost all LARP weapons are made from a foam that is then covered in a plasticised acrylic-latex paint. If not maintained, this paint eventually dries out and can flake or crack. To avoid, a silicon outer coat is applied to all weapons but is slowly worn off as the weapon strikes other weapons, shields and armour. Maintenance spray ensures your weapons are kept in the best condition possible by reinforcing this silicon layer and keeping the PAX paint underneath it moist and supple. It should be applied after every combat, or at least once a month.
Available in 150ml or 400ml spray packs, and a 250ml pump pack.
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 in which you strike. With your Bone Blade, you are able to maneuver in the shadows until your target is exactly where you want them. You are formidable. You are the assassin.
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 are one of your family’s best fighters, and you lead your small army of slaves and allies with your Soulstealer in hand.
Raynor Ironshod? Ha! Screw Raynor and his band of branded iron banded bandits! You know what's Ironshod? This Ironshod Shield, and with its punch grip, you're going to punch Raynor right in his Raynose and then we'll see who's the peasant!!
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 now gathers to prepare for the war against the goblins. The creatures used to be your allies, but in the last battle they became cowardly and ran. Now there is nothing more to be done than to hunt down every one of them and serve them over your fire.
You are laughing too loud. You realize it must be scaring your enemy, because no one wants to face you on the frontline anymore. They think you are crazed. Maybe you are, because the adrenaline of being in a battle has left you feeling drunk with exhilaration.
If no one will come to you, it’s time to bring the fight to them! One poor soldier desperately strikes at you, but your Viking Shield deflects his attempt easily. You see the terror in his eyes as your laugh fills the field and you bring the strength of your axe down upon him.
You are Raynor Ironshod. Let them fear you. Let them all fear you.
The monstrous undead with a hammer the size of your head has you in his sights, and you’ve found yourself standing without an ally. Your usual tactic involves skirting around the battle, picking your fights strategically. Now there is no time.
You duck beneath the first blow, keeping your Buckler between the hammer and your soft body. You’re faster than the rotting monstrosity, but in your desperation you trip and roll. Again the hammer falls, and you raise up your Buckler to catch the force. Your small shield holds, buying time while your friends finally come to your aid.
These simple copper shields are wielded by the arthi troops that have sworn allegiance to the Lion Emperor. The arthi themselves are human but consider themselves superior to the kingdoms of man; legend has it they have true lion's blood in their veins to account for their fighting prowess. Everyone else politely doubts it but none speak too loudly - the arthi of the Lion Emperor razed the city of Karthin to the ground when their king embarrassed the Emperor with ease. It stands as a powerful lesson to the other city-states and they pay tributes of gold and myrrh to the Lion Emperor each year. Such is the price of peace.
"Oi! Where'd everybody go?" demanded Eric as he wandered the now empty great hall. It had been filled with carousing knights not 20 minutes ago when he went to the latrine. The king had been making some sort of speech about taking the fight to Apostates and glory. He rounded on the terrified servant who was doing her best to start clearing table scraps before the dogs realised that the humans were done.
"I know not, m'lord. They all shouted something about a juice vault??"
Designed to be the maximum allowable size under the Swordcraft rules set, this shield has the Epic Armoury tri-position grip to allow you to hold it no matter what style of shield bearer you need to be.