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.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown yet longed for still.
and yet of all the people she had met, the suspicion was never broken- only faded at the edges and forced to linger along corners better left unexplored. yet for her it was only personal resentment that made her dislike the knights- the organization itself she could bear no ill will
there was a sort of brooding darkness in her gaze as she looked at the building- a kind of quiet self-abasement that was called for imperiously by such structures. the tea was hot in her hands despite the heat of summer-- a loose hanging scarf more suited to autumn was wrapped around her neck.
she seemed so thoroughly lost in thought -- and she was-- that she felt that queer need as though to ask for directions. as though anyone at all could help.
"it must be ancient," she said quietly to the woman sitting in front of her- revealing that she had infact known that there was company but had merely not wanted to break the silence between them, nor tarnish the mutual respect for that silence.
She has never wished anything ill willed towards the Helios Knights, nor did she ever consider that they may be the villains to her story, the smothering peace keepers that do more harm than good. Leviathan may have spun such an evil narrative, and everyone else may believe it, but Cassidy can't seem to get herself to hate them to such degree.
Her gaze lingers in a mixture of curiosity and awe. Such a large building is hard to miss, one that scrapes the skyline and stands tall in Sundial's mess of a city. It's a strong contrast compared to their tiny ship that she called Leviathan headquarters.
She hums, and idly swirl warm coffee in her cup before taking a sip. Warm, nearly scalding liquid flows through, unorthodox in the heat haze of Summer. She doesn't turn when she hears the voice of another woman; Cassidy clutches at the cup and holds it with two hands, feeling heat leach into her skin before answering.
"Yeah. I wonder how much longer it'll truly last."
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown yet longed for still.
a voice responds to her: sweet and bitter all at once. yvella's ears catch on to it rather quickly- it floats and quickly fades in the hot summer air. but the tea she's drinking isn't iced, and the woman's coffee is was warm as the weather.
the words are spoken without contempt, yet they bear a teeter-totting resemblance to treason: they are the words of a terrorist spoken from the mouth of a believer.
"'truly' last?" yvella questions. she doesn't question the nature of the statement: she has no job to doubt someone else's beliefs when she has trouble making up her own. but she can pick apart at inconsistencies all day.
it's why her runes are so neat. "what do you mean by that? a hall can last in name and in fame. but to truly last. are you perhaps talking in the way of poets?"
she drinks her tea. "in meanings and symbols." she clarifies matters quickly though her voice is raspy. maybe that is why she's drinking hot tea.
but the girl's statement has her mind racing through familiar yet still daunting paths: how much longer can peace last, love last, justice last? when does the balance tip? and what happens then?
She doesn't hate the Helios Knights, but she doesn't particularly love them either. They may be keeprs of justice and order, but they're also posh and entitled; like any coven that's been in power for as long as she could remember. She turns back to the woman behind her, a little brow raised at her question.
"All things must end eventually, right?" Cassidy offers, shrugging slightly. Call her nihilistic, but there's only so many things one could do before they're gone. Perhaps Juls has been rubbing off her her a little too much.
"I'm no poet," She says, leaning on the heel of her hand. She offers the other woman a sincere smile, lidded eyes, and a small, careless shrug. "but I wonder." She offers a hand, and should the other shake it, would give her a firm and strong grip.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown yet longed for still.
to like someone upong first meeting them is a rather worthless trade off: you gave away doubt and intrigue and were left with, quite sadly, nothing to show for it. yvella had once read that "to stop doubting someone is to give up on knowing them further" and she hadn't read truer words since.
it was the doubt, the redoubt, the apprehension that created interest. and everything that this cassidy said made yvella doubtful, doubtful and apprehensive. she did not particularly revel in the feeling, but it was a step up from inherent apathy.
yvella is careful to let the woman's words hang in silence: she seems invulnerable to the cynical nihilism her words bring. at least eight people out of ten could only sing the helios knight's praise. of the remaining two, one was a social reject and the other was a foreigner. this girl did not strike yvella as either, but her looks weren't extremely native, either.
yvella does not return her sincere smile.
"i disagree," she lied. "some things in this world are constant. justice. good. evil. they change names and places every millennia or so. but they are always there. if not this."
she spares the hall a glance.
"then something else." she drinks her tea and accepts the outstretched hand. her grip is like a ghosts- cassidy might as well have been shaking the air. "yvella."
"you're not from around here, are you?" she asks, the question as innocent as her beguiling amber eyes.
She considers herself a simple woman; if someone seemed well-intentioned, then they deserve her trust until proven wrong. She's been warned countless times of such risk, especially by Juls--but she can't help it. Where is compassion, if one is cautious about everything? She willing to risk the burn if it helps someone else.
"Is it really constant, though? Our sense of justice changes all the time. Do you think it'll remain the same after thousands of years?" She says, following the other woman's gaze. She takes a sip of her coffee before shaking her hand, unnaturally light despite the weight of her presence.
A coy smile graces her lips, and she crosses her legs, curious but cautious. Yvella, although kind, hasn't quite earned her trust yet.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown yet longed for still.
she clicks her tongue. it might be from her dissatisfaction of the tea. or perhaps because she just wanted to click her tongue. the gesture seems out of place with the half-smile that dances on her lips. in reality, she clicks her tongue because of the woman's response. it feels like she hasn't been listen to what yvella's been saying, and instictively, she pulls from her library a glossary of terms to label her.
"of course," she repeats, the malevolence well-veiled. "but justice will always exist. in the hearts of every single person, there is some kind of justice. and the helios knights are the symbol of that justice for the majority. and, for the majority," she says, lips quirking at her own play on her words, "they are just."
she shrugs at the question. she has still not returned her lidded smile. the stranger's comfort is enough to make her uncomfortable. "you'd be surprised at how like minded people from the same general area are." the comment is so ambivalent even yvella does not know if it priase or criticism.
