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 saskia burovski on Jan 13, 2018 13:58:40 GMT
she’s a little worried, or, no, concerned. not for the mission in particular, but for charani. there is a distant look in his eyes, a soft sad air about him that hangs about him like a mourning shroud. saskia doesn’t really know what to do. it reminds her a little of her brother, in that instant, and she is struck into stillness. alas, the resemblance offers nothing of help -- both, at this moment, are beyond her reach; herself too helpless, them beyond what she could currently give.
“i’ll meet you in the living room then,” she says instead, stubbornly refusing to let the cheer fade from her voice. charani leaves, presumably to get his own change of clothes, and she changes into the dress as quickly as possible. which, she finds, is not very quick, especially when one takes care not to accidentally rip anything.
charani is already in the room by the time she arrives. “sorry that took a while!” there is a box on the table, its contents unknown. her eyes light up with curiosity. “what’s in that?”
He was alone in the living room for only a few moments with his thoughts. He let his fingers linger upon the face of the box as he traced all the intricate lines and patterns adorning the wooden creation. It seemed old and worth more than it's weight in gold. Something that old often did... antique they'd call it. He knew his grandmother paid a pretty penny for it when it caught the young man's eye as a child.
The girl made her way in, looking great in the outfit she'd chosen. It was kind of like looking up at one of his sisters. A pretty girl in pretty clothes with that kind of quiet reserved energy about her. It was nice... it was familiar. "You look beautiful." It was objectively true. She did look wonderful in that outfit. He had to get used to those words leaving his lips. Just picture that one to make it easier. Strawberry blonde hair... tanned skin... a mischievous smirk... small scars littering his body. He could do this.
"It's my tarot cards." he hummed, a small smile breaking through the mold. Not the fake smile he'd had earlier... one that reached his eyes ever so slightly. This deck has been with him since he was a child. It went through heir survival lessons, through his parents every crazy whim, through heartbreak and deaths. It was like a friend who only told him the truth... no matter how hard or annoying it was to see. The one thing he knew was they'd never lie to him... they can't.
"My grandmother painted them for me as a present..." he said trailing off. His grandmother was a really talented artist. Honestly it was how she ensnared his grandfather through her art. It told a story... it was literally worth more than one thousand words. She rarely painted now since she was busy being rich and running things since his grandfather had passed. It was a nice reminder and memory that his childhood was not nearly as bad as it could have been. Would have been.
Post by saskia burovski on Apr 21, 2018 10:36:22 GMT
"tarot cards, huh," she says, curiosity undeniably in her gaze. then he mentions how they were a gift, and her smile is soft. "that's nice." she can understand that much, at least, even though only a few moments in this house has told her that their pasts are worlds apart. gifts are rare and to be treasured; her brother would drown her in gifts if he could, she is certain ( because that is so very kasimir of him ), but the circumstance of their childhood had but let them be a precious and rare commodity. she remembers a dagger, ornately carved; she remembers the way its silver glints under dim moonlight and wonders what has become of it.
a gift given, a family heirloom prized, a dagger sold for a pretty penny so they would not starve a night longer.
she clasps her hands behind her back and looks at charani, clears her thoughts and frowns ever so slightly. "you know, you don't have to say those things if you don't want to. there are plenty of couples that don't display affection that openly. don't worry about it, really. you can play the stoic, silent type! i'm sure plenty of girls like that, or something..?"
saskia smooths out the dress -- not that it needs that, it's perfectly kept -- and tries to corral her ever-wandering thoughts back to the reason why they're doing this in the first place. "so, we've got our disguises. what's the next step?"
He put away the tarot cards as the girl was speaking. He treasured these things like he did a certain young man's sweater. The difference was that he slept with or in said sweater every night and he did not do the same with these tarot cards. He just liked to hold them in his hands sometimes. He was kind of afraid to deal them out now with the divination magic that ran through his veins.
"Between the two of us you'd be the expert on what girls like so I'll defer to you." It was objectively true. He smiled and chuckled a bit at what he was saying. I mean he had no idea whats girls liked because he had never had any interest in them. Sure they'd probably share some interests like boys but he was surrounded by a lot of young men in his life... for... obvious reasons. Though he did admire Lady Claire quite a deal as she had proven herself to be one of the strongest witches and people he'd ever met.
"Let's go do some sleuth and rescue then," he hummed, as he reached out his arm to take Saskia's. It wouldn't take long for them to get to their destination. It was sunset by the time they had gotten everything together. Hopefully they wouldn't have to fight much... especially in these outfits. Well more hers than his... freedom of movement and all. Time to save some orphans.
By the time they got there the sun was still setting. It was thankful that the place wasn't that far away from where they made their disguises. The only thing left to do was make their way inside. Maybe they should knock? That's what couples who totally weren't doing anything but adopting a child would do right? Totally. You know just doing straight people things with my straight wife being all heterosexual.
Post by saskia burovski on May 27, 2018 14:47:58 GMT
truth be told, saskia wasn't entirely sure what other girls liked. she knew what she read about, and perhaps some she heard about, but silvertongue is hardly a place brimming with lovestruck teenage girls. frankly, silvertongue isn't really a place for whatever she was either, or so she is told. saskia is told a lot of things. sometimes she repeats what she hears. most of the time she forgets them. what did girls like in boys? she doesn't know; she's always been more partial to other girls.
"sleuthing and rescuing it is," she agrees cheerily, letting him take her arm and lead her onwards. luci, in the recesses of her mind, expresses some vague concern over the complications of wearing a dress to a potentially violent situation. saskia is happy to ignore her for now: her familiar is often overly suspicious of too many things, turning every mundane encounter into a potentially dangerous one. grumbling in protest, luci settles back down into silence.
they come to the outside of the doors, lit only by the setting sun and dim oil lamps already on the verge of flickering out completely. the sunset spills across the front door like orange ink, the shadows cast long and dark. there's something about the light ( or lack thereof ) that makes the place suddenly rather daunting. she hesitates, trying to figure out exactly how she ought to proceed in this situation. should she just yell? should she just stand silently on the doorstep until an errant soul notices their presence? or maybe she should just knock. that sounds about right.
saskia takes a small step forward, knocking sharply on the door as she does. "hi, anyone there?"
The best part about this entire mission was that it was a trap. No wait that was the worst part. The best part was that they spent a whole lot of time getting dressed up for this thing and it was a waste of time. No wait that is also bad. Oh Saskia got some new clothes out of this so that is good right? Right!
The door knocked back with a loud thump thump thump. The place looked fine on the outside and normal from all they could see. With the third knock the door was pushed open ever so slightly. A strange fog oozing out of the crack in the door for a few seconds before vanishing. Well that was creepy. Very creepy.
"Well that was creepy," he said, only slightly jumping at the really loud thumping coming from the door. They should go inside right? "Should we go inside?" he would ask the girl and no doubt they would make their way into the place. Of course they could always just leave. That was a viable plan.
Should they go inside the interior did not match the outer layer of the house. There was almost no lights anywhere save a few lit candles that seemed to have melted quite a bit. There was sheets on all the visible furniture as well as the scent of mold and moisture heavily present in the air. There were even cobwebs some places like this was a damn horror film. What kind of place was this. There was noise like footsteps up the stairs though.
Post by saskia burovski on Aug 27, 2018 6:41:24 GMT
the knock seems to reverberate through the house, louder than she intended and somehow, a whole lot spookier. who knew a little sound like that could be so creepy? she considers taking a step back. not that she has time to, though, since at the third knock, the door begins to open. a thin column of pitch black separates door and frame, with fog spilling out like blood from an open wound. the hinges creak ominously. saskia momentarily considers the notion that this may have been an absolutely terrible decision.
“let’s go,” she says quickly, before she or charani can change their minds. they’ve already come all the way here, after all. it would be a terrible waste if they just turned back and left. it would also be a terrible waste of charani’s generosity. after all, she’s likely to be walking away with a dress fancier than anything she’s ever owned. she would feel guilty if she didn’t at least accompany him in following through with the mission – she needs to earn it.
luci steps forward before saskia, shouldering past the girl and poking her snout through the gap of the door. the bear’s normally sparkling pale coat is diminished quite oddly in the unlit house. only a few barely-surviving candles light the entire place, wax dripping down their sides to form miniature misshapen gargoyle-esque shapes. a slight draft edges its way in from the open door, and the cloth covers over the furniture flutter slightly. oh wow, they really do look like ghosts. pillowcase-as-a-costume kind of ghosts. the cobwebs, though, those definitely make it spookier. and the smell, gosh. this certainly did not look like an inhabitable place.
there’s a creak at the top of the stairs, and saskia jumps ever so slightly. still, she valiantly attempts to put on a brave face – there’s nothing scary about an abandoned house, everyone knows ghosts aren’t real. “hello?” she calls out, in that classic horror-movie, last-moments-before-disaster style.
There was black shadows up the stairs. They seemed to take form as the pair entered the mansion. The eyes were hollow and grey like there was no soul behind them. They weren't actual creatures... not even monsters. Even monsters that lacked a soul would have something... a need for destruction. Something. These were just empty.
"Well that's... creepy...," he said as he made three steps back. The door behind them shut violently and the creature above them started making its way down the stairs. It was vaguely human shaped like someone's shadow came alive. It had this air of dread surrounding it. The creature shambled and twisted in ways that were not human though. It was very obviously not alive... or maybe created with magic? Like a chimera or some form of summoning magic? Heck it could even be an illusion.
The thing lunged for Saskia first. It shrieked as it lunged... its voice sounding like that of a chorus of scared children mixed with a monster. It was unsettling to say the least. The thing wasn't as slow as it looked but it wasn't an illusion. That much would be clear if Saskia or Charani made any kind of contact with it. It's body however wasn't very strong. Someone like Saskia with strength enhancement should have any trouble in a feat of strength. What would the pair do?