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.
Aeliana grunted as she picked up the stack of wood, her augmentation abilities helping with the load as she worked it from the truck over to the neat stacks she had set out with her newly acquired friend. She had volunteered for some general helping around fixing up houses and yard work out of her own free will, and it just so happened that lately her coven was wanting to boost its stay in the community.
Which is why she supposed they gave her the tight, white tanktop with the silvertongue logo stenciled in on its front and back in a cutesy-fashiony way. She supposed it was one way to attract attention to the coven, even if it wasn't her first idea, as she was wearing a totally contradictory, yet extremely comfortable pair of cargo pants.
As she set down the pile of timber and made her way to grab some tools to help with repairing some of the roofs, she adjusted her long light-pink hair into a messy bun, grabbed a box of nails, and slung a hammer into a beltstrap.
She called over to the other girl. "Do you need some help getting the shingles out?"
have i always loved you? have i always known? / have i always loved you alone?
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What they were doing was a really nice thing to do. It was time and effort put towards a genuinely good cause. For that reason, Asha was genuinely happy. It also wasn't that she was a stranger to manual work. Granted, she wasn't the best at it. But she had vague memories of digging up holes in her garden and sneaking away from home to build treehouses. [break][break] But's she'd been more of the voice in the background shouting "you can do it!" than an actual frontline so to speak. [break][break]
And besides her mind was too occupied with-- well, the hovel itself. She was dressed in a casual jersey which would have been lovely and inconspicuous if not for the proud dual lions standing on their ends. What could she say? Varley was good-looking and played Quidditch and a knight. In addition, she had a fashionable short cape and pretty, undirtied boots. And all around her in the windows of the tall and narrow houses, she saw the soulless eyes of the destitute. [break][break]
She wanted to die-- if that wasn't bad enough the girl asks her a question and all she can do is give her a blank stare for a few minutes before deciding that "Oh no I'm good!" was the appropriate answer. [break][break]
She cleared her throat and carried the ladder until it was leaning against the side of the little hut (she couldn't really call the structure much of a house). As she was doing so, a swarm of kids buzzed to life sweeping off dust from the ground as they rushed towards the helping duo's 'territory'-- they were being chased by a salesman. Apparently, his apples had been stolen, and the 'chase' was on.
