This roleplay is based off the Old World of my game in progress, the Iron Gate. The Old World is the original world before the Sun Plate was created. It is a grassy, foresty continent, with impassable mountains to the east. Monsters and crime are abundant, and surviving alone is a little tough. I'm not going to reveal the main storyline just yet. That has to wait...
Here's how to start playing.
Anyone can join at any time, as long as you can put in a valid reason for the way the others meet you. A character card must be filled out like this:
Available human classes:
Available Elven classes
Available Orc classes
Swordsman: This class can wield swords skillfully, and can wield axes, spears, and daggers with medium skill. They can equip shields. Recommended build is medium with strong arm strength.
Rogue: This class can wield knives and wrist-blades skillfully. Recommended build is Agile, tall, strong leg strength, and medium arm.
Mage: This class can wield rods and staves skillfully, and can cast magical spells. (Magic runs out in battle and is recovered at the end of the battle.) No recommended build.
Ranger: This class can wield daggers and bows skillfully, and can enchant their arrows for special attacks. Same recommended build as the Rogue.
Warrior: This class can wield axes, spears, and halberds skillfully. They can also wield swords and shields with medium skill.
Hometown: (if known)
Bio: (keep it short)
(if there's a race that you want that you made up or is lesser known, be sure to tell us what it is.)
EXAMPLE: Here's my character.
Build: Agile, strong leg strength, tall, medium arm strength.
Hometown: N/A, grew up in the forest.
Bio: An orphan abandoned in the woods by his parents. Grew up by experience, learning to be agile, and training himself to be a skilled rogue. He travels the woods, meeting with adventures that he finds.
Neil walked through the woods, keeping his eye out for Flaxnav bushes. He was hungry. Luckly, as he turned the corner, he struck gold. A whole patch of Flaxnav berry bushes. "Jackpot!" He yelled, rather loud. He grabbed a handful of berries and wolfed them down in a heavy state of bliss. Suddenly, he heard a rustling in the bushes. Cautiously he hid and examined the bushes. He recognized the culprit of the sound immediately.
Neil drew his sharp rogue's knives he had stolen from a local town armory.
"Bring it on you prissy little felines!"
*Let's get this show on the road!*