this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
Post by astartia zamóre on Jun 29, 2017 5:35:58 GMT
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The sky had darkened considerably by the time Astartia had stepped out of her home; it was no secret that she preferred nighttime over the day, and would often be found out and about once dusk had set in the air. The breeze was cool, brushing against her warmed palms from the coffee she was nursing as she walked; she had stopped by the cafe earlier, having run out of her favorite brew and craving some though too lazy to make a trip to buy it when she could get it made for her before doing so and having to wait longer for it. Really, all she wanted was to run some errands and relax. [break] The weight of exhaustion had yet to settle onto her shoulders despite how busy she’d been lately, regardless of how sparse her free time seemed to be; she cherished the slower moments in her life, though if she was asked, she’d say the opposite: she liked to be moving, doing something, occupying herself in any way possible. [break] Perhaps it was how she survived. [break] Her white-blonde strands fell across her face as the wind picked up for a moment, catching on her lips and cheeks before she tucked them back in place, her golden eyes watching those around her as she took a seat on a nearby bench. Amagika park was nearby, and provided some nice scenery from what she could glimpse from her perch, though her gaze wandered to the passersby, a serene smile tugging ever-so-slightly at her lips. [break] Astartia knew she should have probably hit the markets first before taking a moment like this, to catch them before they closed for the evening, yet the moon tempted her away, casting its calm glow across her face; she soaked in the cool air, her eyes falling shut and her lungs expanding with air as she breathed in. She sat there idly for a beat before resigning herself to head for the shops with a forlorn sigh, looking almost longingly toward the stars before getting back to her feet and gathering her bags. [break] She had been walking for a short while before something— or, more specifically, someone — caught her interest.
[attr="class","lucystars"]there is something he quite likes about sundial, but he can't quite place it. it isn't home in the same way eclipse town is -- a bubble of life nestled within dense forest -- but nonetheless, comfortable enough for him to consider spending a good deal of time here. it has to be, actually, since he's already invested in renting a small apartment here for himself. it'd be a pity to waste that. ( but that's the way he goes, a little place in eclipse and a little place here; a restless heart. )[break][break]
but, plagued with wanderlust or not, the demands of being a ( somewhat ) well-adjusted adult wait for no one. miro trots along beside him, mottled coat a mirror of the shifting shadows of early evening. the dog obligingly carries a small bag in his mouth filled with miscellaneous alchemical ingredients he had snagged from the market prior to it closing, upon request from the professor he helped at the university. the bag ninos carries is far more indulgent: an assortment of snacks that one would likely consider unhealthy. he prefers to think of them as an integral part to the the peak of a nocturnal lifestyle -- slowly working through a bag of chips while browsing through snippets of reported cryptic sightings.[break][break]
there is an openness to the city that dissuades him from making a beeline back home just yet, the temperature cooling into something quite pleasant as he walks. gold dots the street, lamp-lit shops along with the light spilling from street lights painting it all in a soft orange glow. it's quite a nice feeling. ( he just hopes he hasn't forgotten to prepare anything for work, but he's pretty sure he's gotten everything done by now. )[break][break]
a flicker of pale hair at his periphery -- a name, no, two spring to mind. he turns around.
Post by astartia zamóre on Sept 9, 2017 1:29:41 GMT
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Another breeze fell over her skin, tripping up her hair and tumbling down her shoulders, as amber fixed upon a before she didn’t think she’d see grow to a current. “Ninos?” she murmured, fingers twisting into each other as the heat of her coffee pressed further into her skin. “You- You’re in Sundial now, too?” [break] Astartia tipped forward, visage twisting delighted, pushing herself toward the familiar face with a pleasant smile. Of all surprises in the world, seeing Ninos again was a nice one— welcomed, really, a reminder of where she (they) came from, and someone she liked and cared for when she would see him. Of all people to see in a city that had treated her no better than a pebble fighting against its stream, she was glad it was him. [break] “It’s so good to see you,” she said in earnest, gaze soft and warm despite the cool air. It seemed to have been ages since she’d seen him last; she’d have to remember to tell Lucena when she got home of their little run in. “How have things been?” [break] She moved her one hand to adjust her bags— being the genius she was, having slung a good three of them upon her aching shoulders— as she looked at him before her eyes trailed down toward Miro, widening slightly along with her contented grin. “Miro! Ah, the gang’s all here—” [break] “Only almost,” came a disembodied voice breaking through her words, catching the sentence with ease; the boa soon made her presence known, slyly advancing toward the three figures from behind the bench Astartia had been seated on prior to their encounter. Her iridescent scales shined in the moonlight, though remained decidedly periwinkle, the seafoam colored wave patterning dancing up her bodice and moving with her like water. Salacia’s eyes were intent, tongue jutting out continuously — instinctive, she’d dismiss — though the water in the crown resting regal upon her head was dancing in glee. [break] She was extended, though not terrible long— a mere six feet at first glance, in fact — and reached them in so little, silent time; her head rose, considering both Ninos and Miro, looking pleased. [break] “I hope you missed me?” she snickered, words tumbling silkily despite her laughter. She moved to the other side of her witch, watching them from a different angle. “What brings you two to Sundial?”
[attr="class","lucystars"]"ninos?" a familiar voice, one that carries so nicely on the cool evening breeze; recognition flickers to life in his eyes. “you- you’re in Sundial now, too?” no words would answer that question, rhetorical or not -- a sheepish shrug of the shoulders and a wry grin convey affirmation louder than he needs to.[break][break]
a grin breaks across his face, sincere and sun-bright. there is no denying the joy in seeing a familiar face from eclipse ( synonymous with 'home', by choice and not tedious relation, which makes it all the better ). sundial, in the past few weeks, has been welcoming with all the impersonality of an ocean to a fish. the knowledge of potentially finding a few familiar, trusted faces around here makes him feel slightly more optimistic about life ahead.[break][break]
miro seems to share his sentiments. "it's good to see you too!" the bag of alchemical supplies is placed safely on the ground as the familiar greets her, tail blurring into a mottled whirlwind in his excitement. ( for a moment, ninos is torn between names -- why, twins -- until he notes the appearance of a certain rainbow boa, and can in full confidence ascertain that this is astartia. )[break][break]
"astartia! salacia!" he laughs then, eyes alight with delight of meeting an old friend. the dog lets out a wordless yelp of excitement, immediately bounding forward to greet salacia; ninos watches with resigned affection at his familiar's antics. "of course i've missed you," he tells salacia reassuringly, "you're the best snake ever."[break][break]
"and, well, i came here because a job offer, actually." he bends to pick up the bag of supplies miro had dropped, and gestures vaguely to it. "assisting with alchemical research at lux, it's been pretty fun so far!"
