I was writing an RP, to follow up world's end. But I think you would be a better DM. Here is what I wrote so far.
The story of the RP, is the soldiers following the second son of a king to retake his kingdom.
I would have one RPer be The Lord and everyone else be soldiers. I was in the middle of writing jobs. Feel free to take as much as you want.
Consider this my contribution.
The continent of Aebl was from a time long forgotten. Four nations existed within its borders, to the west was Erua, the land owned by humanity as long as history could remember. To the north was Snow, a cold area, covered with mountains. Strange people wandered the peaks, and very little were known about them. Occasionally caught and sold as slaves, they were known to kill themselves before acting as servants. To the east was Belca, land of the plain, mountains, and forest. All of Belca was once a great forest which was later partly cleared and made inhabitable. It is ruled by King Primera, and the heir Zeron. Rumors however tell of an elder son, born of a concubine. The south held frost nation, home of the bravest swordsman, and mercenaries. Its government was the first ever republic, but due to shaky structure, everyone was prepared for civil war. It was in this land that a Great War would occur. One that would shake the world...
All characters will begin as students in the furthest border of Belca. This is not a school RP. They are all apprentices of soldiers, and can choose any class they desire. One player must choose The Lord class. Only one player can be The Lord.
Weaponry- Weapons in this RP, range from a wide variety of
Stats(from 1-10, 10 being the highest.) (values are not meant to guide the story. Most of the time, exact stats causes people to have argument wars. To avoid this these values are a baseline.)
The eldest son, heir of the throne of Belca, however pushed aside due to the fact that he was not the child of the favorite. Banished to a far away location far from the palace, to avoid messing with castle affairs, The Lord grew up with commoners, as well as a tactician that acted as his servant. A wielder of swords, or magic, depending on the player The Lord is a versatile player.
Strength-7(or 3) depends if The Lord choses to wield swords
Magic-3(or 7) depends if The Lord chooses to wield swords or spell books.
Rally cry- The Lord's presence induces a sense of order and reverence causing people to rally towards him increasing the speed, and skill abilities of nearby people by .5 points
Royal blade- once per battle, The Lord's weapon becomes imbued with their affinity. Giving it a Bonus
(Custom ability. Make something up)
-The lord automatically can promote units to a higher class exactly once. This automatically occurs when the DM says okay. So this isn't the lord's ability really. But whatever.
Tactician-(Locked to DM. This guy is actually Mr exposition. If you really want to play as tactician ask me. But I think it would be boring)
A servant of The Lord. He is also a person with knowledge of war, and allegedly a previous general. His past is unknown. Capable of wielding spell books
Insight-The tactician can guess what will occur in a fairly accurate manner. Not an airtight ability.
Support- The tactician raises the defense and resistance of all units nearby.
Advice- gives advice about a single enemy's weak point to one allied unit. Doubles skill for that unit.
The king of the realm of Erua, called in one of his generals, into his office.
The general said softly, "Why have you called me in sir?"
The King of Erua replied.
"Do you know the story of the four?"
The general could only shake his head.
"Read this then."
The king said, opening a book of fairy tales.
The general was confused but started to read the text the king was showing him.
(TLDR; skip the italics)
Ah!Those four people, a Beastman, two humans, and a Slythar. Slytars creatures of the air, winged humans, and beastmen, creatures of the forest, animalistic in body, and human in nature. A few hundred years ago, when the island was, conquered and lorded over by dragons. The Beastmen had retreated into the forest, hiding in fear. The remaining soldiers of the humans covered, destroyed and fearful of the dragons. The Slythar, hid away from the dragons, destroyed, and ruined. The krynar were affected worst of all, as they had no where to hide, living in the haunts of the dragons. Their numbers were so devastated, and their repopulation so slow because of it, that their population was affected to this day. Famine, Banditry, and all sorts of crime was prevalent.
However, something happened.
An old wizened sage, brought forth four weapons, imbued with Powerful magic, never to break. Weapons, with the power to penetrate the armored, jeweled hides of dragons in a single blow. Claiming these weapons, were the youthful children the old sage had raised. For he had adopted four children, two humans, a Slythar, and a beastman. The first to claim a weapon was the boy Pierce. He picked up the enchanted bow, and claimed it his own. The weapon imprinted the youthful boy's Ideals, and took them as its own. The second to claim a weapon was the Female Slythar, took the golden sword. Naming it after herself, Radient, it glowed brightly in her soft white hand.
Then there was the Beastman. In his clawed hands was the lance. Terrus, was his name. The last one to choose was the human Lunus. He lifted up, a silvery staff, the wood flecked with veins of sapphire in the wood. Lunus was the heir to the sage's magic, and the only trueborn son of the old sage. But he loved his adopted siblings dearly. Those four, would change history, with weapons in hand.
The four traveled the country, wandering and gathering allies. From the ruins of the capital, they gathered, a few allies, the archer Millia, the soldier Mars, the Cavalier Evan, and a several others. The soldiers started to rise, and become into a huge swell. A wave that started to become a threat, to the overlords. The first battle was approaching....
It was on the plains, a smooth grassy area. It had rained earlier, so it wouldn't burn easily. The first battle was that of Valor. The recently banded together forces, was attacked by soldiers that had turned against their respective races to serve the Dragons.
It was a furious battle, enemy cavaliers swept from the north, to strike head on with the four heroes.
Overwhelmed by sheer numbers, the heroes, and their company retreated, and moved to the high ground.
As the cavaliers charged at the new position, Piece drew the sacred bow. With a single arrow, he penetrated the throats of four horsemen. He and Milia shot down the Horsemen, causing an obstruction on the hill. The horsemen now had to go around their dead. Then Mars and Evan, circled around them, striking them hard as they attempted to go through the barrier of corpses.
Due to the narrow corridor, they were only attacked one at a time.
The heroes won their first battle.
But as they progressed, they were slowly whittled down. But even as they were whittled down, more and more soldiers joined their cause.
The army marched west, towards the Mountains. The same mountains near the floating isles of the Slythar.
At this point the Small party had ballooned up to several thousand strong, and they had formed a powerful army of humans. During their journey, Radient, and Lunus became closer than before. Best friends... And something more, despite their difference in race.
The same could be said about Pierce and Milia, however, as the two of them were more passive, they at this time, did not have a relationship beyond friendship.
Terrus, did not have any relationship, but he was a steady support for the rest of the group.
Now they had just entered the mountain pass. But when they looked above them, they saw the dragons annihilating the Slythar, as they fled from their isles. The next key battle was beginning.
The dragons! They arrived in time for this battle. The army steeled itself for combat, many were terrified, the dragons were fearsome. Roaring voices of the soldier, solidified into a Warcry, that appeared to shake mountains, were raised to add morale, but the majority of the men were quivering in their boots. The first dragon crashed into the men, breathing a torrent of fire. Although the heat was less than bearable, the majority of the men survived, but the ones directly in the fire's path were cooked. The soldiers jabbed at the first dragon with lances, surrounding and striking at it with their weapons.
But the iron blades could not pierce the jeweled hide of the dragon, only a few that managed to slip in-between the cracks of the scales did anything. Enraged by the first strike, the dragon swept its tail, smashing it into the group of men. The dragons swept through the army, living embodiments of terror. The generals, cooperating with the soldiers managed to use the sacred weapons to destroy a few of the beasts. This was cause of great cheer.
The battle however, although a few dragons had been eliminated, was still going badly. However, all that changed in an instant.
A loud shout came from the heart of the army, "The Slytar! they have come to support us!"
Like angels swooping down from the heavens, the Slytar, swept in from the east. Circling above they struck the dragons from every angle. Sandwiched from the spears of the humans from the ground, and attacks of the Slytar from above, there was no alternative. The dragons were slaughtered. And so, a large body of Slytar, willing to strike against the dragons became a force in the armies of the four.