Safe foam fake weapon designed for LARP combat, cosplay, theater and film.
This long and elegant fantasy bastard sword is an amazing weapon for mages, sorcerers, battle wizards, and magically imbued warriors in LARP. Made of foam and latex, this well balanced weapon can be wielded in two hands for more leverage and agility, or in one hand to make somatic components easier during spellcasting. It is a great addition to any arcanist or magic user combat set.
With a thundercrack, the signal was given to the infantry to stand their ground, the ranks of ironclad soldiers bracing themselves into a defensive stance with their long steel pikes at the ready. These veterans of the Great Arcanum army knew better than to charge into the frontline while the battle wizards were deployed on the field. They saw too many brothers and sisters in arms fall to the mighty arcane storms of their own mages, victims of their indiscipline and foolhardiness. Better wait and look from afar.
A bolt of blueish lightning crossed the cloudy sky in an instant, as a battle-hardened magic officer landed on the open field, carried by the electric blast. All could quickly recognize the Major, easy to spot with his long flowing cerulean coat and his iconic ivory hair flowing in the winds. He was a mighty aeromancer, in command of the sky and the storm. As soon as he landed, the experienced wizard didn’t lose any time and quickly began tracing symbols in the air around him, his gloved fingers leaving sparkling trails floating behind them, forming runes of power, protection, and more importantly amplification. A volley of crossbow bolts landed around him, but none of them found their mark, pushed away from him just in time by a strong gust of wind. In his second hand, the Major was holding his prized wizard’s sword, a long conducting blade hiding a magic wand inside its handle. It was a weapon designed to channel magic and help him wield it with greater efficiency. Reaching the climax of his spell, the mage raised his arm toward the roaring skies, his sword pointing up as he bellowed the last words of his incantation.
Blue light could be seen irradiating from his distant figure, right before the sky split in two, a massive lightning bolt falling right on the tip of his sword, capturing it before unleashing it in a fluid motion of his free hand. Raising his arm dramatically, the Major pointed at the enemy lines, his clothes and hair flowing and cracking with static electricity. From each of his fingers exploded a massive electric arc, the air burning into plasma around them, before they crashed into the helpless troops on the other side, devastating their ranks in a magical onslaught. A second signal was given, and the Arcanum’s soldiers moved for the assault with a powerful war cry, plated boots stomping the ground, ready to clash against their weakened foe. As they advanced, the Major retreated in the safety of their lines, spending the day after this display of power.