These are different role play (RP) starters that we have used for story starters. If you are interested, then either us one of these starters or feel free to send a message towards someone involved to join. The starters are meant for turn base writing style and should be written with at least 4-7 sentences.
(Starter 1 assassin/possible romance/conspiracy) Finally, Scott had become a true Knight of Riverhelm. His family had been so proud of him for joining the ranks of the elite protectors. Sword to defend the Jarl and his family, the people of Riverhelm and hopes of future. He was excited to join the fights in Terra or even foreign lands. He wanted to find and slay dragons that roamed the skies. He wanted to meet fair maidens and master the arts of the Divines. The possibilities were endle...... "What's that," thought Scott as he walked down the rows of vendors in the city. A figure walked through the street with a stride different from the others. Scott felt a strong emotion, but unsure what emotion to feel. "You there! Halt for a moment!"
(Starter 2 possible romance/adventure) Raylof rode with his hunting party back to the city of Riverhelm. His sleek black stead charging ahead of the pack as Terra’s cold air blew against his pale face. This was freedom, he thought. 3 years after since Farron had ascended to the Riverhelm throne, he finally had found some time away from the political squabbles of the humdrum day-to-day. The hunting party consisting of himself, his guard Sillia, the Court Steward Luccius, and three other hunters road down the dirt road back towards the castle. It was then that Raylof noticed that there were signs of debris along the road. Little things like hats and clothes, a lantern and a few boxes. Raylof slowed his stead to investigate. After leaving the trail and dismounting, he discovered the source of the debris… a crashed carriage against a tree. The cart wheel had broken off and there wasn’t a horse to be found. He only saw a young woman lying in the grass adjacent to the carriage. He ran over to see if she was alright… (Continue at your own pace)
(Starter 3 friendship/young love/romance/best friend/school) Farron, age 8-14 is the Prince of Riverhelm. The 3rd son of the Jarl, King Harold I, and a future Commander of the Riverhelm Legion. Prince Farron, though still new to the game of politics, is beginning to understand that the world isn't black and white. There is very much grey. The King has decided to give his son a companion. Someone to watch of his son and guide him, comfort him, and forever be protected by him. Farron needs someone he can go to and be a strong influence on him. They will live in the castle and provided for. They will grow up with the young prince and will forever be loved by the Winterheart family (and possibly the prince). The King has sent for you.... (continue on companions arrival)
(Starter 5) Sven wanted nothing more than to see the world. The world however seemed like it wanted nothing to do with him. In the 2 weeks that he had left the city in search of adventure, he'd been attacked by Saber Cats, Mammoths, Bears and bandits. He couldn't remember a time where he had run so much in his life. Panting, tired and cold, he lit his campfire in the cold tundra next to a boulder shielding him from the wind. He held his short sword close and had taken off his iron armor. "I wish i was home..." he sighed. "Where is your home" asked a voice. Sven turned his head to see.... (continue from sentence)
(Starter 1 assassin/possible romance/conspiracy) Finally, Scott had become a true Knight of Riverhelm. His family had been so proud of him for joining the ranks of the elite protectors. Sword to defend the Jarl and his family, the people of Riverhelm and hopes of future. He was excited to join the fights in Terra or even foreign lands. He wanted to find and slay dragons that roamed the skies. He wanted to meet fair maidens and master the arts of the Divines. The possibilities were endle...... "What's that," thought Scott as he walked down the rows of vendors in the city. A figure walked through the street with a stride different from the others. Scott felt a strong emotion, but unsure what emotion to feel. "You there! Halt for a moment!"
(Starter 2 possible romance/adventure) Raylof rode with his hunting party back to the city of Riverhelm. His sleek black stead charging ahead of the pack as Terra’s cold air blew against his pale face. This was freedom, he thought. 3 years after since Farron had ascended to the Riverhelm throne, he finally had found some time away from the political squabbles of the humdrum day-to-day. The hunting party consisting of himself, his guard Sillia, the Court Steward Luccius, and three other hunters road down the dirt road back towards the castle. It was then that Raylof noticed that there were signs of debris along the road. Little things like hats and clothes, a lantern and a few boxes. Raylof slowed his stead to investigate. After leaving the trail and dismounting, he discovered the source of the debris… a crashed carriage against a tree. The cart wheel had broken off and there wasn’t a horse to be found. He only saw a young woman lying in the grass adjacent to the carriage. He ran over to see if she was alright… (Continue at your own pace)
(Starter 3 friendship/young love/romance/best friend/school) Farron, age 8-14 is the Prince of Riverhelm. The 3rd son of the Jarl, King Harold I, and a future Commander of the Riverhelm Legion. Prince Farron, though still new to the game of politics, is beginning to understand that the world isn't black and white. There is very much grey. The King has decided to give his son a companion. Someone to watch of his son and guide him, comfort him, and forever be protected by him. Farron needs someone he can go to and be a strong influence on him. They will live in the castle and provided for. They will grow up with the young prince and will forever be loved by the Winterheart family (and possibly the prince). The King has sent for you.... (continue on companions arrival)
(Starter 5) Sven wanted nothing more than to see the world. The world however seemed like it wanted nothing to do with him. In the 2 weeks that he had left the city in search of adventure, he'd been attacked by Saber Cats, Mammoths, Bears and bandits. He couldn't remember a time where he had run so much in his life. Panting, tired and cold, he lit his campfire in the cold tundra next to a boulder shielding him from the wind. He held his short sword close and had taken off his iron armor. "I wish i was home..." he sighed. "Where is your home" asked a voice. Sven turned his head to see.... (continue from sentence)