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.
the witnesses who saw their missing girl last would be the ones most helios knights would discard, lila thinks. a jester’s den warlock who comes forward information admits he was something close to compromised at the time – in his own words, and through a embarrassed laughs, “stoned eight ways to saturday”. but his words eventually verified by the reluctant regulars at mavros marketplace once they've been carefully prodded. they all saw a short, thin, red-haired girl, with a mauve splatter of a birthmark across her eye, chased by a vendor when she pilfered fruit twice eleven and eight days ago.
they all point in this direction. it's not much to go on. but it's a start. aleace bryde may have made a gamble enlisting her old coven to find her own daughter but she knew what she was doing. lila doubts the helios knights could unveil information in the hovel as well as the silvertongue could.
lila and isadora's investigate takes them through cramped streets and shanty houses. it's already dark by this point in the night. most residents of the hovel have long retreated inside for what little warmth they can scrounge up inside their homes. but there's one homeless man on the street corner ahead. while he is slouched back, lethargic, his familiar sits attentive by his side. the peccary's eyes follow them from a distance.
lila stops and turns to isadora. impatience is already flickering onto her expression.
“what now?” her sigh is a laboured hiss. “do you think someone is keeping her around here?”
isadora almic (ofc discord me if you want a little more info or smth's up <3)
The hovel was not especially quite, or ever really more so than it always was. In fact, it wasnt never anything moreso than it always was. It just existed, days through days, a little stain in the wonderful city of Sundial. The lone beggar sits and watches the alley way, asleep while his familiar watches with baited breath, expecting something to jump out of the shadows. but it never does.
Isadora walks calmly, gliding as she crosses the streets she's familiar with. The feeling that something will happen (the unease, you see, of it not happening) make for a life one the edge of the knife, and she can't help but enjoy the atmosphere. It's revitalising.
Lila turns to her, hissing in displeasure.
She gives Lila an odd, pensive look and reaches out her hand. Percy flutters back from the street ahead, black powder lining the air that she taints. The butterfly lands on her index finger, and presumably tells Isadora something which makes the brunette frown.
"Nothing for another two hundred meters."
Finally, she says, "For once, you're making sense. Seventeen days on your own here would be hard to achieve. The question is: who's hospitable enough to take a girl like that in?" Not all the hovel residents are as poverty stricken as their streets, but the ones that can take a girl in without worry are few far and in between. Which either makes their search easier...or a lot harder.
But they can't jump to conclusions just yet...
And then there's quick movement in one of the alleyways. A little anomaly, something not too out of place, yet something that could cause a chain reaction. Yet, it's not something they can ignore. Isadora looks at Lila. The thought is unspoken: they need to hide. For protection and to assess the situation.
I know the feeling Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge
tag: @hare
notes: :thinking emoji:
words: xxx
give it one more try to a lullaby And turn this up on the radio
lila’s petulancy is interrupted by the arrival of isadora’s familiar. a delicate, beautiful thing feels out of place in the hovel. while she eyes it eagerly, the familiar brings no news. figures. while an eye in the sky was always useful if a bird’s eye view was all that was be needed to locate their missing girl she would have been found long ago. after all, lila remembers the nervous flutter of aleace bryde’s little black cormorant.
“‘for once’?” lila takes the bait and an offended pout is already finding its way on her face. but the question sets her mind in motion.
“i wonder too. but why think hospitable? a young, well-to-do girl out on the streets of the hovel… that often attracts the attention of less soft-hearted.” oh, the stories lila’s parents had told. she can't help the injection of melodrama in her voice. but doubt sits in lila's stomach. if extorting amberly or her family was a goal, her mother would have received something other than total silence.
a flash of movement in between the still streets attracts lila’s attention too and the beggar’s peccary, not too far away, tilts its head. lila bites her lip and catches isadora’s meaningful glance. her eyes flicker along block – a quick search for cover. easy enough. there’s another alley close by and lila gestures towards it with a tilt of her head. as ever, the nooks and crannies of the hovels are endless. she tries to keep her footfall silent as she starts towards it. still, lila can't help but be skeptical.
Isadora snickers at Lila's thin skin, feeling some form of satisfaction when the pout flashes across the snake's face. She gives the girl an open display of smugness, as if silently chiding her for falling for the attack. At the same time, she can't help but feel the gears in her mind turn, her eyes darting around as though the answers are written somewhere on the broken cobblestone street. "What a cynical take. I like it," Isadora says, but the would be smirk is replaced by a thoughtful line. "What now, are we going house to house asking if they've got anything under the floorboards?"
Isadora moves quickly and silently, embodying her element of darkness. As someone who often stalks the hovel at the most dangerous times of night, it's something that had become second nature to her. "If it is, we're back to square nothing," she snaps back, before falling quickly silent as the footsteps grown louder.
Two youngish boys emerge from the end of another alley, backs hunched and hands in their pockets as they hiss and snicker, speaking in slang or gang code or a mix of both. Or maybe they're just speaking so fast and skipping enough syllables to make it seem so.
"Fuckin' Fabrini's mannn. Been 'ree weeks an' the bassard won't let anyone into his shop. Thinks he fuckin' owns the place yeah?"
The other man replied in an equally profane and suitably agreeing tone, but Isadora's ears sort of shut off after receiving what she needed. Isadora's violet eyes travelled to Lila. Gossip was a good place to start. And three weeks seemed almost too convenient.
I know the feeling Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge
tag: @hare
notes: idk what im doing
words: xxx
give it one more try to a lullaby And turn this up on the radio
