Impractical Applications (Doing What with the Armaments?)

Earlier this week, I did a thought exercise about weapon control in a fantasy world. The issue has somewhat come up in some of the games I’ve both run and played in—not in a codified sense most of the time, mind, but in the form of societal expectations, some of which were even comparatively enforceable. So I’ve seen a lot of workarounds.

One of my primary characters had a weapon that looked more like a piece of jewelry than a deadly armament. It worked pretty well, at least for people who weren’t used to her.

Another of mine layered strategies. She had her war fan, which she kept as something of a decoy—she’d insist that it was not a weapon, that surely a lady should not be parted from her fan, and after a while she’d give in but insist they get it back to her afterward, and they’d be satisfied enough with finding that one that they wouldn’t notice the small armory of throwing knives in every spot she could conceal them.

Still another of mine bypassed the issue entirely by having a combat style that focused entirely around turning everything that came to hand into a weapon—artichokes well past blooming, vases, utensils, you name it.

I had one player who did something similar, with the caveat that it had to be thrown. The most notable of this was after the group had been captured by a pair of semi-major antagonists; during the escape attempt, he pasted one of their enemies with a soggy waffle, which, since the enemy in question didn’t bother to dodge and he had ridiculously good aim, actually did some degree of damage.

Another of my players keeps his weapons in another plane of existence. He’s still obviously armored, but it’s a start.

My favorite character interaction with the idea of weapon control, though, was also a player in my game, playing off of that Exalted mechanic where the bulk of the supernatural martial arts can only be performed if the artist is unarmored. In a situation where people were being formally asked to remove their weapons and come along, he declared a tradition, pulled a bracer out of his hat and put it on.

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