First time Roleplaying in a while, I wanted to try making a world to Rp in, but I am in need of some help. I have a rough plot in my head I'm scratching out some details, but I just need help overall. I've written about 1700 words and and still haven't gotten the introduction down pact, although I feel as though I'm still lacking in detail. Also first post, yay. Anyway I feel like its not quite ready to be posted here, but if anyone is willing to lend a hand I'll probably post it where recommended.
Generic overview:
Its a pretty standard fantasy, no magic just yet, haven't decided on where I stand with it. generic kingdoms with war ongoing, The eastern kingdom Rorriedria and the northern Empire of Kalal (I expect people to play from Rorriedria). The first story (arc) is very simple, the king's general (later revealed to also be his general) has been captured and needs rescued. Simple enough, for more details I'll just post a few snippets of what I've written (I apologize for any errors that may be present):
“HOLD” the battle meiser bellowed, “Hold or they will break your backs and feast on your spines” overhead the sound of arrow heads on plate clinked and clattered,an occasional soft thud and bloody cry echoed between the ranks.
This was madness, sitting under fire of arrows like fodder, the men seemed to smell their own fear, and panic was abrupt.
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An arrow whisped past Henderik’s face giving him a small gash under his cheek, if any man broke, they would be picked apart like a mouse preyed on by vultures.
“Curse that mad man” he muttered under his breath, “Curse him to the frozen underspire” The army was still in good shape at the moment, but the madness of it was getting his nerve. Just standing there waiting for a stray arrow to cut a man’s life was no way to die, he deserved a chance at least, and his only chance was that there men held.
“Any man who even lowers his gaze, will be made into my personal shield. Show some back bone you snivelling wet eye’d knaves.”
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“Battle meiser” The king drew him from his tale. Kings, they never had any appreciation for stories, “I asked for a report, I want to know if the rumors are true.”
Henderik’s face drew creased, bearing bad news to the King was supposed to give misfortune for the day.
“My liege, the battle was won, we pushed the highlanders off with only one in five men …”
“I asked, if the rumours were true”
“My liege, it was a brilliant display of …”
“If you fail to answer again, you will be charged with the treason of lying to your king.” The stern, cold face before Henderik told him that his head’s attachment to his neck maybe at state. He lowered his gaze,
“Aye my liege” this wretched bastard was not even giving him an squeak to make the tale less damming, “Before they retreated, several highlanders broke away from the fighting and captured His Lord’s Commander”
The King’s furrowed brow spoke of the darkness that had silently entered the room.
“Gather all my personal staff, battle meisers and anyone else who you think is of use. My General is the only reason we’ve been doing so well against this barbarian’s War. You will gather them, and you will return with my General, or your neck will be replaced with a pike, battle meiser.”