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.
Cassius was beyond curious at this point. One might even say he was starting to become frustrated. The thing he found bound underground in his last mission had proved to be quite the connundrum. After smuggling it off of the property and past the mission turn in, he had taken it back home and unwrapped the tight leather bindings surrounding it. Inside he found a strangely preserved yet old book, bound with a black leather cover, and multiple iron paneling with silver inlays surrounding it. The metal seemed to be locking it shut, however even after hours of inspection, he had yet to find a locking mechanism that could be exploited.
All that he could find was a few indents where he figured a key or latch should be on the topside of the book near the open end. There were 5 small wells with rather small but still suprisingly sharp points over them. He had put some of his smithing gloves on and tried to pull at it, assumind some sort of hidden button, but there was nothing. So he decided to do the next best thing. He had decided to go to the library.
"What all do you think we need Beck? It seems old, and the mechanics show next to no seems that could be exploited. Think we need a book on old magic?" The duck sat perched on his master's shoulder as he responded through their minds. I believe an older book would be most wise. Perhaps it may be a journal, perhaps it may be an ancient grimoire. We wont be able to tell until we can get it open. There was also that strange text on the side, so perhaps we need a codex of older magic languages as well.
Cassius nodded his head in agreement as he went up to the counter of the receptionist. He asked for books on old historic magic, as well as any codexes or lists of grimoires. His explanation of a made up History and Research paper seemed to earn him her trust, at least for the moment. He followed the older witch through the winding and twisting halls of the library, the place bringing back some strange and darker memories from his time in The Demons Nightmare, but he found his mind and arm quickly overcome, Beck squacking in panic to conjure up Cassius' shadow arm as the older witch began piling tome after tome into his arms, listing off obscure names such as "Percival's list of lesser known tomes", "Ganymede's Perilous Parchments: A Walk Through Histories Ritual Magics", "Morgana's Guide to Classical Witchcraft", "The Book of Eibon and Other Tomes of Legend", and of course "The Dumbshit's Guide to Witchcraft: Ancient Magic and You" among many others. After thanking the woman as she guided him back towards the study area, he collapsed with the pile of books at a nicely lit table, the sound making an audible boom before the older witch quickly turned around and shushed him.
After apologizing, he set to work setting the stacks about him on his right, so he could make a second stack on his left as he worked his way thorough them. He pulled out the leather bound tome and, after glancing around to make sure no one was looking, set it beside him and unravled it. Perhaps he could find something of use while studying these books, perhaps he would have a burst of inspiration. Regardless, he set about on the arduous task of performing his research.
Post by claire fermont on Nov 6, 2017 13:07:24 GMT
When she first got the offer, Claire almost couldn't believe it. She does not understand the papers, not at all. There are words she recognized, but understanding the whole text would take heart to heart reading. But she heard it, and it came from a higher-ranking Knight. Claire's eyes widened.
"Acolyte?" she repeated, with doubt and hope. The fellow Knight nodded and gave her a friendly tap in the back. "You know the procedure. Good luck!"
Oh, she well knows. And she does not like it.
But it won't stop her from trying. And so the Knight arranges her schedule, made necessary arrangements, does all the missions and paperwork in advance. She went to the craft store and bought a stylus, ink, and parchment. She hauled an small wooden trunk from the thrift and put all the things she would need when she goes to the library.
She doesn't really know what to do or where to start. As soon as she steps inside, she is greeted with a spacious lobby, dozens of tables and chairs, and shelf after shelf of books. Claire's mind swirls--she doesn't belong here. She belongs in battle, her mind and body trained into forging a path among the enemy. She belongs in the rough house, in the middle of a snowstorm, steadily advancing amidst the frigid winds. That is Claire.
Claire steadily makes her way towards an empty table. She set her trunk on it and quietly sits on a chair. Her eyes dart towards the people, observing what they do. The more she watches the more she feels out of place. She does not belong here, in this building where the only sounds heard are the rustling of the pages and the quiet murmur. Sometimes you'll hear the chairs raking the marble floor as someone pulls them. Sometimes you'll hear the thud of the heavy books being laid upon surfaces.
Such is the case upon a young man. Her eyes widen upon the stack of books. She squints at the titles, and as expected, she does not recognize anything.
You need Lucena, Vani echoes in the back of her mind. Never had the boar spoken a truer words.
She has made up her mind, she cannot be idle for it will just fuel her discomfort. And so she stands up, and announced in a somewhat hurried but firm voice. "I would like to reserve this seat," and off she goes to Merlin knows where. To the inventory of books, maybe.
OOC Notes // It here fam, sorry it doesn't have that much room for interaction
Fill the air with what you like Another weekend massacre of opinion Don't be afraid of the knife Sometimes you have to cut the limb to
Post by julius kingston on Dec 5, 2017 15:26:28 GMT
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if my woman were a fire, oh she'd burn out before i wake[break]
AND BE REPLACED BY PINTS OF WHISKEY, CIGARETTES, AND OUTER SPACE---
[attr="class","paige_post"] Sundial’s library is all fancy and no content--- is what he’d like to say. But even Julius Kingston has to admit that there is a certain subtle charm to the infinite, winding pathways of the library and its old, enchanted arcs. Sure, Mirrorlight’s whole giant citadel of books is probably twice as large and has five times as many floors, but something about Sundial’s library suggests that there is something to be found here. [break][break] And he is searching for that “something” [break][break] He has combined his typical atheneum interface with the indexes and layout he learned from studying and decoding Wi-STOR’s Maps section, and he is trying to create a map of passages in the library. Which is difficult considering the paths seem to change whenever they like. But even true sentience has a pattern. Because everything has a pattern. [break][break] Until then he will satisfy himself with other things. Crime, Justice, and Witchcraft. The Search for Eternity. The Pillars of Sundial. Recipies for the Not-So-Alchemal. His stack of books, if anything in the world, were what truly lacked a pattern. If Cassidy was the blackhole of food, then he was the blackhole of books-- Juilius! Warned Hermione, and Julius rolled his eyes-- [break][break]--- and spun around and knocked into a very tall blonde woman. Which was a lovely way to start the day. Two of his books seemed to slice into his gut at the force of the collision, and the top three fell of his stack entirely. “Holyshit,” he cursed, and was immediately answered from all eight directions by SHHHHH! At which he smiled through grit teeth. “My bad” he mouthed, without actually saying anything. Julius then bent to pick up the books.
He had only just begun pouring over the tomes in his stack, little there to distract him. The text seemed to have multiple similarities to quite a few magical proto-languages, but it still seemed to be encoded. So far all he could make out was something about blood, which, while promising, didn’t really fill him with the highest level of confidence, but it was a start.
It was the sudden sound of a stack of books falling that knocked him out of his focus. He had made an audible half grunt earlier when it felt like someone was addressing him, but that can be understood since his attention was elsewhere. Cassius’ head shot up, thinking that it was one of his own stacks falling, before realizing the source of the disturbance. Some rather bookish looking person carrying his own stack seemed to have run into a girl. He glanced at them, recognizing the blonde from a job he had in the next town over making knives. The man however, was new to him. There was no denying however that they both seemed to almost radiate magical knowledge, much more than his own.
He might be able to use this to his advantage.
Cassius got up and made his way over to help pick up the books as an act of good faith, glancing over a few of the titles as he helped pick up with the small stack, making an offer to help carry the books as to avoid any further falls.
“Here we go,” He said, softly but clearly. “Can’t have everyone falling over now can we? These are some high-level books you got here. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were looking for a good puzzle.” He chuckled, getting shushed immediately by multiple people as his voice raised in tone. Silently apologizing and dropping his tone down, he addressed the two. “If you would be willing, I found something the other day that I could use help cracking myself. I don’t think its much, probably some schmucks diary that got lost and buried, but curiosity is killing me, and I’d appreciate some help.”
Claire isn't really paying attention to her surroundings. Going to the actual books' section is the wrong move, and Claire panics as she's met with shelves and shelves of books. The corridors seem to stretch far and wide, and Claire feels suffocated--
Of course, something has to bring her back to her senses. What clears her mind is the man bumping to her as he wheels around, which Claire does not register, in fact. The force is enough to make her stumble. She holds the man's arms to steady him as she regains her posture. It should have been fine, then, if only her back doesn't hit the bookshelf behind her. In a worried yelp she steadies the furniture, holding it for a full minute.
But it's already too late. Some of the books have scooted close to the edge, almost falling. Claire sighs. Someone is already helping the man, and Claire takes the time to put the books back in place.
Actually looking at the books, though, Claire actually understands the titles. She picks the relatively two easier titles--A History Of the Knights of The Sun, The Pillars: A Story of Intertwined Myth and Reality. She faces the two men with the books cradled to her chest like delicate newborns.
Claire frowns at the request. In no more than a whisper, she answers honestly. "I'm not very good with books, but I'm willing to help... in whatever way I can."
She leaves the underlying reason for agreeing unsaid; that she could use the company and the help she might get communicating with these two.
'You're useless,' Vani snorts in the back of her mind. Claire would have kicked his shin if he's materialized right here and now.
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