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 percival grayreme on Sept 29, 2017 14:23:20 GMT
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by the age of eighteen percy was giddy to enter the world of witchcraft. he received basic training from his parents, and he was confident he would ace anything presented in front of him. he was advised to join leviathan, and he did, seeing it is the coven fit for his personality. percy left with a warning from his parents. "success requires sacrifice. if you were to pursue a full-fledged witching career, be careful. you may find yourself sacrificing things you thought you could never give up."
Post by claire fermont on Feb 6, 2018 12:40:51 GMT
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The High Priestess pointed her wand to the lock, and with a zap of mana, burst the lock open. Claire only heard a loud pop, and the sound of bars raising. She looked up. She can't see very well in the middle of the haze. Medeia Trevil knelt in front of her. She stuck something cold on Claire's left chest, on her wet rag of a shirt. It woke Claire up, snapped her back. "Redeem yourself."
Post by raven delacroix on Feb 6, 2018 13:04:39 GMT
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She would always be the subject of ambush interviews. Over and over again she would give the exact same reason, the exact same answer to the exact same question. Somehow, people aren't satisfied. When everything was finally calm she knew what she wanted. A change. A refuge. A place where she would be able to juggle all three without prioritizing the other. At the age of twenty-one Raven received the Knight's Crest.