Description

This medieval latex dagger displays a simple yet elegant finish perfectly suited for a large array of characters in LARP. Inspired by the Late Middle Ages, this dagger is best used for knights, adventurous nobles, and high-status warriors that can afford high-quality gear, like veteran mercenaries or trusted bodyguards. It is the perfect main-gauche for a fencer, and an effective sidearm for a warrior wielding a larger weapon into battle.

Legend

The assassin easily avoided the ducal guard as he slipped into the shadows. The tired men-at-arms were half asleep and, let's be honest, they were not very sharp even at their best. One last corner and he was inside the Duke's office, the middle-aged nobleman working on some legal papers even late in the evening, it was perfect. The Duke was alone with his books, focused on administrative duties, unaware he was about to lose his title and his whole legacy. As the assassin entered the room, he crouched low to avoid a wall chandelier to draw his shadow on the opposite wall, but by trying to avoid being seen, he made the leather of his boot creek lightly. There was no reaction from the seated noble, but while the assassin slowly closed in on the tip of his toes, the Duke gently put down his quiver, his hand reaching for the hot wax, apparently to seal the document he had been writing. It was only when the assassin pounced that the Duke grabbed the hot wax cup and, turning on himself with unexpected speed, threw the whole thing on the attacker's face, blinding him briefly in pain and causing him to miss his neck.

Jumping out of his chair, the nobleman reached to grab his sword, but found his grasp empty, the cumbersome weapon waiting by the side of his bed in the next room, where he dropped his scabbard. Luckily for him, he was never without his dagger and unsheathed the pointy blade just as the assassin wiped the wax from his face, burned and angered by pain. In reckless fury, the killer jumped toward the Duke, his curved knife shining in the candles' light, the older man raised an arm to protect himself, receiving a deep slash, but fighting through the pain to land a deadly riposte on the exposed assassin's flank, the blade sinking deep between ribs and bringing a swift death to the hired killer. Holding his injured arm, the noble smiled weakly as his guards finally stormed inside his office. A good dagger was apparently worth more than the salaries of these oafs.