What is the most important rule?: "Most importantly respect everyone and behave intelligently"
RP Example 1:
Isaak peeks the crest of hill to which the road leads, revealing a rather small village. On any other day, this village would seem a perfect fit for a modest life. One Isaak could settle into quite nicely. But today, smoke billowed from behind the walls. Debris littered the streets, ranging from broken wall fragments to destroyed horse drawn carriages. Upon closer examination, Isaac could make out a woman, hammering quite fiercely a new frame for the outer gated wall. Isaak, mid road, continued his advance, set on offering his assistance in return of a hot meal and warm bed for the night.
Isaak: Hello, woma-
Town Lassie: Hey! HEY! Are you with them?!?
Isaak: Woah Woah Woah, hey I am not a threat.."
*The Town Lassie unhitches a mid length serrated knife from her belt, and holds with a shaking grip*
Town Lassie: Just back away.. GO! Please!!
Isaak begins to back off slowly. Obviously emotionally distraught, something bad has happened to the small village. In the distance, Isaak spots more townspeople, working on the wall. But along the horizon there is something else. Two men are digging, lots of holes already completed. Instead of taking another step backwards, he kneels downwards, and unstraps his shouldered, rusty sword.
Isaak: Here, there, I am not one of whatever group has obviously passed through. I'm an honest traveler, take my word, by oath of Father Cactus.
The fare Town Lassie cannot contain a slight smiling smirk at the whole hearted oath from that old hokey religion. But as soon as her face lightened, it was once again stone cold, and scared.
Town Lassie: H-How can I be sure? How can I trust you?
Isaak assumes a standing position now, but rather than retrieving his sword, he kicks it across the traveled gravel road into the overgrown grass.
Isaak: So which part of this town should require my assistance the most?
RP Example 2:
As iron bolts and metal fragments flew, a steady stream of smoke poured out of the little city's mechanic shop. Within the smoke could be heard the grumblings, mumblings, and occasional foul shout of the shops mechanic. Suddenly, the whole block of the city roared a glorious roar of success. Townspeople walked by, but were not all too surprised, for this was everyday behavior for the crazy mechanic. Although no one really though of him as crazy, no. More-so, his reputation proceeded him as being one of the brightest individuals, brilliantly advancing much of the city's technology. This included Jilber's automatic wheat collector, to Julia the accountant's roman numeral glowstone counter.
With the smoke clearing out, Dennis the mechanic stumbled out of his open aired building, lifting up his welding goggles revealing the clean circles on his now face of black.
Skars: Well lookie look who it is.
The local thief Skars walks out of a dark alley up to Dennis and his cleared out shop, revealing a massive turbo engine sitting on an extended workbench.
Dennis: Ugh. Whats up man. Funny, they let you out early?
Skars: The local lockup ain't really the toughest hold I've been to Den mah boy. You should know that.
Dennis: Yea, musta' slipped the mind. I'm sure your to be heading towards the gates then, safe travels Skarson.
Skars: Now you listen here pally...
Skars quickly moves closer to Dennis and brings his voice down to a low talk.
Skars: First off... No one calls me my full name, yah hear? NO ONE! Secondly, I want something you've got. Ive been locked up for a few days, I need my fix, bad, now be a doll and gimme somethin' that'll sell for a pretty price.
Dennis: Bread and crumbs Skars, your delusional.
Skars: I'm serious man! Gimme' what I'm askin' for! Now!
Dennis: Just because you ask, mooshroom toucher, doesn't grant you anything. So before you do anything you'll regret, why don't you just think long and hard about attempting to rob the mechanic who has assembled the TNT Cannon that has personally been mounted to the Nether Venture fleet vessel, along with, oh and same guy mind you, the one who has contracts and connections with the Looters Guild's personal security force down by cobblestone mountain.
With a little fear in his eye and skip in his step, without words, Skars backed off and continued down the cobble laden path. Dennis watched him continue down the main street road with a smile on his face.
Dennis: Psh. Chem addicts. They'll buy anything.
And now with a skip in his step, Dennis walked into his Mechanic shop, ready to continue development on the last bit of technology needed to get his dream finally assembled. One more step closer to a cloud sailing airship.
Just another average day in StormHaven.