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.
i'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been.
The flame of her hair marred the waning of the sky overhead, Rozália’s pale emerald flitting movement to movement; the witch’s hands displaced with a flutter, running porcelain through crimson, strands pooling against her skin as blood from a dying throat. She rested there in wait, the cool exterior of the wall pressing harshly against her bladed shoulders as the fabric of her clothing brushed, flirted, against her legs. [break][break] Amirani flickered beneath the roof overhead, magma running over their ashen shell; the scorpion was dark, flashing, and watchful. Their heat was bitten back by restraint, the dust of burnt coal settling over the cracks. Their witch trusted few; Amirani trusted less— a perfected guard sporting more barriers than entrances in the eye of the cautious. [break][break] Rozália’s Observatory Vol. 1: Scroll #1 interface was pulled forward, though no one seemed to pay attention; perhaps it was because around these parts, people learned to keep their wits about and their tongues rolled, and the last thing they would want would be their information stored in a file they didn’t have to be in. [break][break] That, or perhaps some have learned when to toy with the dragon and when to avoid being scorched from the fire. [break][break] “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d start to think your heart isn’t in this business anymore,” the redhead muttered to her sister, though her eyes did not leave to meet their twins. “But you’re my sister— and I know better.” [break][break] Something was off— tilted in the wrong way, seeming as if it was all going to crash over if Rozália didn’t, at least, make a remark. She did not have to be an athenian to know when the tides were shifting in Sundial, and when they were edging into her territory — over the things and people she held dear. [break][break] “So what is it then?” she continued after a beat, wetting her lips. Rozália was hardly ever an overly serious type, but no jeering or malice could be found in her words; instead, if one knew her well enough — which Aurélia certainly did — there was concern dripping there, though to an outsider she sounded nothing more than curious.
YOU'VE WAITED IN VAIN BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING FOR YOU
Her attention is far more divided than usual and despite her rather loud front, she has been far more quiet; trapped alone in her own thoughts as she searches for an answer to something she was unable to explain to herself or to the concerns of other. She stands there, back pressed against the wall parallel from her sibling with eyes fixated on the distant crowd of the hovel and simply waiting for one strange face to break the cycle.
Agni, however, is positioned towards the entrance of the warehouse; the large stature and length of his body guarding the entrance to the building without little effort. He was not fond of most witches or the familiars that seemed to follow their wake, his tolerance only extending to very few that his witch chose to associate with. He breathes out a heavy sigh through his nostrils, gold eyes temporarily glancing around in an attempt to spot something off before simply assuming his position as guard once more.
“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d start to think your heart isn’t in this business anymore, but you’re my sister— and I know better.”
Aurélia soon turns her head towards her sister, pale colored eyes reluctantly meeting that of her twin’s and she grimaces at the teasing accusation before placing a hand on her chest, “It hurts that you think so little of me, I would have left a long time ago if I was interested in working solo.” She sends a mocking wink towards her sister though the words leave her with a sense of uncertainty than the typical confidence she had– there was something wrong.
“Normally I would say nothing, but lately, I’ve been having a hard time staying sharp. Memories are blurring into one another and everything seems so out of place.” She eventually admits, her head now turning away from her twin without hesitation; almost fearful to admit her own vulnerability. It felt like a reoccuring dream of sorts, one that reminded her of her childhood though that wasn’t quite right...