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 cassidy wolfe on Sept 16, 2017 18:31:44 GMT
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o sleep...perchance, to dream. Legs dangle from her perch on the cliff, and she runs a hand over the dried lichen on the surface of her temporary seat. She peers at the the edges of Gale Valley, a field of crops laid out in colorful, geometric patterns. For such a quaint town, she would have never expected it to be a hot spot for monsters--but upon closer inspection, she can see the ripped fences and patches of turned soil. Signs and remnants of the ongoing fight between witch and monster.
Cassidy had never expected to be so far from Sundial--she'd just decided to visit her parents in Mirrorlight, but with Zeph's old broom, she had easily made her way to the huge mountain that was Mt. Zephyr. Old and revered, a quick round showed no signs of monsters--very few would risk going out in broad daylight--and in it's isolation, was truly a sight to behold.
Lately, it seems like she's been enjoying more and more of her time by herself.
As it should be. Vali says, materializing behind her. He yawns and flicks an ear dismissively. Cass rolls her eyes and leans back on him, laying on his side. She watches the clouds roll overhead. "Shut up Vali." She says, and purses her lips. "It would do you some good to socialize every once in a while." It's an old argument she has with her familiar, and it's rare that they ever see eye to eye. They are not companions--just acquaintances that tolerate each other. Sometimes she wonders why he couldn't be more like Moosely or Spock.
Sometimes, she envies them.
Cassidy waves her hands, and she idly casts a ring of fire at the sky, embers spiraling upwards until it dissipates in a burst of flames. It's pretty; perhaps it's time to become a performer instead of living the coven life, if Vali would ever agree to such a thing. It's probably better that they stayed in Leviathan after all. Besides, who else would let her borrow an old broom to fly around in?
❀ i hope u like this, i bsed tf out of it. ❀ is sitting on a mountain cliff, sulking. uses fire and makes pretty stuff. ( slightly hazardous for those in the air though ) anyone is welcome to join, we're gonna be BROOM RACIN.
[attr="class","gearcore"] Zephyr had built up a considerable resistance to the cold over time -- not due to any fascination towards the ice-coated mountain for which he was (re)named, but rather because of his younger self's crippling aversion to flame. His interest in Mt. Zephyr only sparked recently, after he had become comfortable in his own mobility. He had improved his leg design so much that the once-frequent malfunctions were now almost nonexistent, allowing him to be steady while on the ground or on a broom. What was stoping him from standing on the top of a mountain? Not a single goddamn thing.
Except, perhaps, the assortment of monsters lurking amongst the cliffs.
But that's why Claire was here -- and because her elemental abilities could probably get him out of an avalanche if necessary. "Lemme know if I'm goin' too high for ya!" he calls back to the Knight, who was accompanying him on his broom. Though, if anything, his speed was most likely to be the cause of concern. Evidently, the crafter had no hesitation when zooming past structures of ice and stone, especially with Spock clinging to his neck and cackling with glee. Cass would have likely been able to hear them coming, mostly from the familiar monkey's elated laughter and shrieks. Cass, too, was easy to find, with her rings of fire spiraling into the sky.
"I hope ya don't think I'm willing t' fly through a race course marked out by fire. I just got this broom and I haven't th' heart to test whether it's fireproof." he says as he slows to a stop near her altitude. "Also, this's Claire. She's a knight. You've met before, yeh?"
Claire honestly doesn't know what to make of the broom. The Comet 180, as Zephyr had graciously spelled out for her, looks absolutely stunning. As advised Claire sheds most of her armor pieces and opts for a lighter weight. When the pair is perched on top of it and Zephyr brings it to life, it does not disappoint.
The Knight is silent, appreciative of the landscape. Untouched vegetation teems below, slowly fading into sheets of white as they ascend. Claire just shakes her head at the answer. Zephyr wouldn't see that, but his familiar can. The monkey is having the time of his life with the flight (though Claire suspects he is always like that). It's not everyday Claire gets to fly, and so she wants the whole deal.
Soon enough they land, and although Claire appreciates the sky, the crunching of the snow still makes her feel at ease. Vani materializes a second after touchdown. By this time Vani has already learned that Zephyr and Cassidy are "decent human beings who should be treated as friends," and that's about the best Claire can instill to the hard-headed boar. So he does not make any defensive account, instead sprawls on the snow, playing and kicking tossing snow everywhere.
"Yes," Claire affirms, brushing off the white speckles on her arm. "It's nice to meet both of you again."
Cassidy seems to have recovered well from her leg injury. Zephyr is as radiant as ever, but, you can tell that he's out here to have fun. They're going broom-racing. Claire agrees to tag along as the promised retrieval unit. She takes this as an opportunity to unwind, and judging from Vani's happy grunting, it is a choice well-made.
"Are we waiting for anybody else?" Claire asks. Now that she thinks about it, a three-way race would be interesting...
