RP Starter - Sceran
#1 of RP Starters
So this is a very brief starter for a medieval fantasy rp that I've been wanting to try. This is intended to be a SFW rp only (which means that very few will remain interested enough to try it, but c'est la vie). I'll probably post some more starters eventually depending on how this goes. If I get desperate enough, maybe I'll go NSFW. I'm dying for a good rp.
If you're interested at all (or even if you aren't and you just want to be friendly), please say hi. I don't bite.
Welcome to the land of Sceran, where good and evil fight for control of the land. For the past few decades, the mighty king Serarus has ruled, bringing about an era of peace upon the citizens. Over the past few years especially, the capital of Sceran - Mesopaltamia - has become the central economic hub of the world. The kingdom is doing quite well for itself, though there certainly is not a lack of dark corners of the kingdom. Rumors are going around that there is an underground rebellion stirrring up and already several attempts have been made on the king's life. Of course, those are just rumors, the king is perfectly healthy and safe.
But as you walk through the streets of the open air market of Mesopaltamia, smelling the salt water scent that hung in the air from the ocean just to the east, a rather young fox suddenly approaches you with a piece of paper in his hand. "Hey! Hey you!"
He doesn't look to be any threat. In fact, the kit is probably no older than 11 or 12. The clothes he wore were clean, but they appeared much too large for the kit in general. Then again, that was fairly common around here: the younglings around here often got hand-me downs for clothes. The white cotton shirt was tucked into his rough and slightly torn trousers that were held up by a rope. His paws were bare, which was a little odd considering most around the city wore boots or at least sandals, but it was not completely uncommon. His bright red fur was rather clean, especially for a cub of his age. His light brown paws held up a large piece of paper that he tore off from some job-posting board around the town. On it was an advertisement:
Wanted: Powerful warriors of any and every class to partake in a long term quest for his royal majesty, the good king Serarus. The warrior or group of warriors that completes the quest will be rewarded greatly by the king himself. Reward: 2.5 million gold. Warning: the quest will be dangerous, and the kingdom of Sceran assumes no liability of any injury or death occurring as a result of this quest. There will be monsters, dungeons, distant lands. The warriors must be able to represent the kingdom of Sceran. For more details, see Lord Dalius at the castle gates.
Of course, it might take a while to read the advertisement considering the kit was waving it around. "Hey, you!" he yipped again with wide, shiny eyes. "You're new around here, right? I've never seen you around! Are you here for the quest? What are you? You look strong, so maybe a Paladin? Oh! Or a berserker? No, no, maybe something more subtle, like a mage? I don't think you're a medium or cleric, but then again, I've never seen one before, so maybe you are. Do you have a weapon?" he asked quickly and handed you the paper, suddenly getting closer and circling around you to check out whether or not you possessed some weapon that could hint at your class. Obviously, the kid had no clue about personal space.
"Well, you don't have a bow, so you aren't an archer! That's what I want to be when I grow up," the kit came back around in front of you, puffing out his chest in pride. "I'm a pretty good shot even now, you know! In fact, I'm going to the castle now to sign up for the king's quest! I'll see ya there hopefully!" And without another sound, the kit turned to sprint off towards the castle.
That was a strange experience. The kid seemed friendly enough, maybe a bit too friendly? He didn't let you get a word in during that entire, albeit short, meeting. Oh well. And as you stare down at the advertisement that was still in your hands, the thoughts of wealth, glory, and fame slowly enter your mind. Is that really what you want? Maybe just the idea of adventure is what excites you? Or maybe you don't care about any of that and you are just looking for something to do to escape your boredom?
But all those thoughts go away the moment you take a step, because that is when you realize something. It wasn't something you felt, or something you heard. In fact, it was quite the opposite. You realize that you don't feel that familiar weight you felt before, you don't here the small clinging of metal on metal as you walk...
That little runt just stole all of your coins!