Nyredaggert eller nossekniv. Denne daggert blev anvendt i middelalderen.

They call you the Knife of Truth, armed with your Assassin Inquisitor Knife. When night falls and shadow takes the land, evil men walk the streets without fear--but not for long.

Your purpose is to be the harsh edge of justice, reminding men why they should fear the dark. Where you walk, men learn to fear the rasp of leather on steel, and learn all the connotations of “like a knife in the dark.”

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 Water Clan would mean death. It’s too bad they won’t be able to share the word with their kin.

You adjust your sword, letting out a battle cry of rage as another goblin aims for your ankles. This one goes flying fifteen paces.

While your adventuring party may not agree with your code, you will not be disheartened. The tenants of your faith have fortified you into the person you are: a noble warrior, pure of heart and a representative of justice. So, when your party wants to kill the bandit you’ve apprehended, you stand as a protector over your prisoner with Angelic Sword at the ready.

Whether they agree with you or not, the right thing to do is to take the bandit to the proper authorities. They may be miles away in the nearest town, but you will not give in to your party’s murderous tendencies.

You glare out into the mists, gazing into this clouded world far above land and sea. You have traveled so far and overcome great challenges and dangers--even found a means to fly!--only to be thwarted. Somewhere in the mists waits the legendary Aether Dao, but it is elusive and you are lost.

You begin to wonder if the journey was all for nothing, when you remember some advice you once received. ‘Your will is your strongest asset,’ the elder had said. With this in mind, you begin to call for the sword and you feel something--somewhere--shift.

• Made from 1mm/19 gauge thick mild steel
• Rolled edges with no sharp edges
• Straps and fittings made from top-grain leather
• Hand made, welded pieces for maximum durability
• Polished steel finish

Krum kniv til at skære urter med.

Kniven er 25 cm

klingen er 15 cm

Lækkert rundtelt med plads til 2-3 mennesker med deres grej.

Teltet er 3 meter i diameter. 2.30 meter høj i midten.

Dugen er lavet af rent bomuld og vejer 340 gram pr kvadratmeter. Den er imprægneret mod råd og svamp  og gjort vandtæt.

Den vejer 16,5 kilo med alt udstyr. Der medfølger stænger, pløkker og barduner.

Kamp kniv i latex den perfekte kniv yil militær rollen.

They call you the Knife of Truth, armed with your Assassin Liberty Knife. When night falls and shadow takes the land, evil men walk the streets without fear--but not for long.

Your purpose is to be the harsh edge of justice, reminding men why they should fear the dark. Where you walk, men learn to fear the rasp of leather on steel, and learn all the connotations of “like a knife in the dark.

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 pull your Crusader sword from its sheath and continue forward to meet your destiny. Whether you succeed or fail, you will go forth with the confidence of a seasoned knight.

As an Adventurer, you never know who you might be working for or what beast you’ll be sent to dispatch next. There’s only one thing for certain: if there’s enough money or glory to be had, you’re the right person for the job.

Admittedly, when the farmer came running into town claiming his crops had been torched, you hadn’t anticipated a trap. By the time you realized that the farmer was luring you into a bandit ambush, they already had you captured. At least your Adventure Sword is safe in your swordholder! Now, if you can just wiggle out of those ropes enough to grab the hilt…A bandit notices and takes your sword for himself.

You really need to rethink trusting farmers.

Your squire slips the leather band of your custom-fit Hourglass Demi Gauntlet over your hand, adjusting it to be comfortable and snug. You paid top coin for this armour, and you expect people will be impressed when they see how it shines on the battlefield.

Your blacksmith assured you that the Hourglass Demi Gauntlets’ design was the latest in technology, able to withstand and deflect attacks--even the worst of slashes to make it beyond your sword’s crossguard. You are a mighty warrior, indeed, to be the owner of such fine craftsmanship. A fitting symbol of your godly-given status.

• Made from 1mm/19 gauge thick mild steel
• Rolled edges with no sharp edges
• Straps and fittings made from top-grain leather
• Hand made, welded pieces for maximum durability
• Epic Armoury Dark oxidization resistant coating

Kokkekniv lavet af gammel fil.

Kniven er 33 cm lang.

Lækkert rundtelt med plads til 4-5 mennesker med deres grej.

Teltet er 4 meter i diameter. 2.50 meter høj i midten.

Dugen er lavet af rent bomuld og vejer 425gram pr kvadratmeter. Den er imprægneret mod råd og svamp  og gjort vandtæt.

Den vejer 16,5 kilo med alt udstyr. Der medfølger stænger, pløkker og barduner.

The street is a hard place to conduct business, but it’s a way of life you’ve become very good at keeping. Unfortunately, a poor ol’ sap hasn’t paid his dues. You’re an understanding sort, but you can’t risk looking soft. Not on the street.

So, you decide to give the ol’ sap a visit. Adjusting your Corsair Dagger and preparing your most intimidating look, you don’t expect this meeting to last very long. You’ll get your money today or the chap will be bleeding from the spleen. You’ll let him decide.

They call you the Knife of Truth, armed with your Assassin Rebel Knife. When night falls and shadow takes the land, evil men walk the streets without fear--but not for long.

Your purpose is to be the harsh edge of justice, reminding men why they should fear the dark. Where you walk, men learn to fear the rasp of leather on steel, and learn all the connotations of “like a knife in the dark.”

The Pirate City be dangerous, even when minding your own business in the corner o’ a tavern. Despite the Pirate’s Code, you be surrounded by cutthroats, scoundrels, and buccaneers alike.

Hangin’ from your shoulders and against your hip, your baldric keeps your Cutlass at the ready just in case things should turn ugly. But you be feelin’ lucky. The quality of your Cutlass’ blade be the sharpest you’ve ever owned. To all the would-be troublemakers, it’s a sure sign that you’re skilled enough to steal from the best...and if they’re smart, they’ll leave you to your ale.

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 and the silence in which you strike. With your leather gear and Assassin sword, you are able to maneuver in the shadows until your target is exactly where you want him. You are formidable. You are the assassin.

Intimidation. It’s your main form of weaponry while facing the heroes, because it gives you full control. When your enemies fear you, they are more likely to make fatal mistakes.

Your armour is as dark as your intentions, hardened by the evil magic your subjects provide. Your Hourglass Demi Gauntlets allow you to withdraw your sword with ease, sizing up the quivering soldier who feels brave enough to stand against you. You begin to laugh. This will be a very brief fight--if you can even call it that. The little man looks barely strong enough to hold up his hammer.

• Made from 1mm/19 gauge thick mild steel
• Rolled edges with no sharp edges
• Straps and fittings made from top-grain leather
• Hand made, welded pieces for maximum durability
• Epic Armoury Dark oxidization resistant coating

Lavet i york cotton efter Bernuthsfeld koften.

Latex Kniv til orken. Stålet er grumt og hakket og perfekt til ork rollen.

The forest is serene this morning as you head out along the trails. Birds are singing and the weather is crisp, perfect for working without breaking too much of a sweat. But as you approach the dead tree you’d marked the day before, you believe you hear something in the underbrush.

Your calloused, strong hand wraps around the handle of your Franciscan Axe. The edge is freshly sharpened, and you’re ready to defend yourself from any beast that you might find--relieved as a neighbor’s dog comes bounding out from a bush, instead.

Back to work.

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 and the silence in which you strike. With your leather gear and Dark Elven Blade, you are able to maneuver in the shadows until your target is exactly where you want him. You are formidable. You are the assassin.

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 squire slips the custom-fit Hourglass Gauntlet over your hand, adjusting it to be comfortable and snug. You paid top coin for this armour, and you expect people will be impressed when they see how it shines on the battlefield.

Your blacksmith assured you that the Hourglass Gauntlets’ design was the latest in technology, able to withstand and deflect attacks--even the worst of slashes to make it beyond your sword’s crossguard. You are a mighty warrior, indeed, to be the owner of such fine craftsmanship. A fitting symbol of your godly-given status.

Lavet i york cotton efter Bernuthsfeld koften.

Elver kniv i latex. 

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 Beer Mug onto the table as you await the finest dark ale you know. The tavern was quiet before you walked inside, tense with the anticipation of a coming war, but you are loud and bring life back to its walls. You raise a toast to the barkeep and to any nearby, granting them glory on the battlefield before drinking deeply from your mug.

It would be a true shame to leave this world while thirsty.

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 your skills for hundreds of years. No normal mortal being can surprise you.

“Come out of hiding,” you call over your shoulder. “I know you are there.”

As you hear the ‘thwap!’ of an archer’s bow, you spin and dodge the incoming arrow, unsheathing your Elven Blade in one fluid motion. The fight has begun.

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 terror have you wrought upon the land that no one forgets your name. You are the Bone Master.

Every fencer knows that the most common injury occurs to the hands. One improper block can easily leave you with a broken finger, which is an annoying inconvenience when attempting to practice.

You invested in Rondel Hand Protection to prevent the usual bumps and bruises while sparring. It has served you quite well. Well enough that you still have all ten of your fingers!

• Made from 1mm/19 gauge thick mild steel
• Rolled edges with no sharp edges
• Straps and fittings made from top-grain leather
• Hand made, welded pieces for maximum durability
• Polished steel finish

You are a citizen of the Roman Empire, and a professional heavy infantryman of the Roman Army. You enlisted in your legion for twenty-five years of service, and you are both relieved and anxious to know you have only a few years left.

As you double-check that your military-issued Legion Dagger and sword are securely in their holders, you feel prepared alongside your fellow soldiers to go into battle. You just hope that your training will continue to serve you well. At the very least, you have confidence in the sharpness of your weapon.

Silence. Perfect silence.

You use the silence as a cloak of armour, hiding and waiting for the perfect opportunity. You ready your Black Shuriken, ready to launch your deadly attack when the lord finally emerges from inside the keep. One quick flick of your wrist and the lord breathes his last, the Shuriken hitting its mark...and you vanish, leaving their guards bewildered and afraid.

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 your skills for hundreds of years. No normal mortal being can surprise you.

“Come out of hiding,” you call over your shoulder. “I know you are there.”

As you hear the ‘thwap!’ of an archer’s bow, you spin and dodge the incoming arrow, unsheathing your Elven Short Sword in one fluid motion. The fight has begun.

Not every person in the tavern seems to believe your tales of adventure upon the high sea, but there are also very few who are not amused. You’re a grand storyteller--if not a professional embellisher--and at the end of the night you have more than a few coins to pay for your meal.

The truth of your tales? Perhaps the kraken was no more than a medium-sized squid. Perhaps the pirate ship battle was no more than two ships pointing cannons upon the other in a standoff. Either way, the truth is that you are quite the adventurer with your Cavalier Sword at your side.

Every fencer knows that the most common injury occurs to the hands. One improper block can easily leave you with a broken finger, which is an annoying inconvenience when attempting to practice.

You invested in Rondel Hand Protection to prevent the usual bumps and bruises while sparring. It has served you quite well. Well enough that you still have all ten of your fingers in one piece!

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 your skills for hundreds of years. No normal mortal being can surprise you.

”Come out of hiding,” you call over your shoulder. “I know you are there.”

Again your elven ears pick up the faintest noise, and as you hear the ‘thwap!’ of an archer’s bow, you spin and deflect the incoming arrow with your Lorian Dagger. It appears some lesser creature is about to receive an important lesson about attacking an elf as powerful as you.

They call you the Knife of Truth, armed with your Assassin Unity Knife. When night falls and shadow takes the land, evil men walk the streets without fear--but not for long.

Your purpose is to be the harsh edge of justice, reminding men why they should fear the dark. Where you walk, men learn to fear the rasp of leather on steel, and learn all the connotations of “like a knife in the dark.”

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 your skills for hundreds of years. No normal mortal being can surprise you.

“Come out of hiding,” you call over your shoulder. “I know you are there.”

As you hear the ‘thwap!’ of an archer’s bow, you spin and dodge the incoming arrow, unsheathing your Elven Sword in one fluid motion. The fight has begun.

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 Water Clan would mean death. It’s too bad they won’t be able to share the word with their kin.

You adjust your sword, letting out a battle cry of rage as another goblin aims for your ankles. This one goes flying fifteen paces.

You move quickly, navigating the treacherous terrain. The rains have washed out the roads and made traveling difficult, taking any trails and footprints along with it. On one hand this has made your job challenging as a scout, but it’s also slowed down any normal party traveling ahead.

Thanks to your simple and lightweight gear, including your Scouts Gauntlets, you manage to spot trouble long before they could spot you. You’ll head back and tell your own group about the upcoming bandits.