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 maddox rothscus ✨ on Feb 20, 2018 14:48:22 GMT
moosely registers the lessened weight with a snort, head swinging around to regard sirius with a look far less fierce than usual ( a look that could even be read as gratitude, in the right light ). it takes a little while longer for maddox to register the sudden empty space behind him. blinks slowly; once, twice. then he, too, slides off moosely wordlessly. his legs almost crumple as he hits the ground, the pain sharp and jarring. still, he looks more puzzled than concerned as he stares down at himself, wondering why his legs have failed him so.
he takes a step. succeeds. takes another. moosely slips from the material world with a quiet sigh like the evening breeze, retreating in exhausted silence. weariness washes over him, and it is all he can do to persuade himself to not simply take a nap in the middle of the street. ( probably wouldn’t be that bad an idea anyway, since this village is likely safer now that the dragon is gone. )
a door slams open, and had maddox been any more capable of reacting, he might have been startled. as it stands, he only squints into the sudden light that spills from the doorway, momentarily blinded. “yes,” he manages, eyes slow to focus on the stranger. a miner, perhaps. it’s getting gradually more difficult to see straight as time goes on. “yes to that, and yes again. fancy that! what a small world, huh.”
he’s not sure when he starts moving, but he next remembers brushing past the miners unsteadily, heading towards the door. “sorry ‘bout this,” he says lightly, in reassuringly as one can be when the light reveals the sorry state he is in. “i’m just gonna--” he lets himself slide down against the wall until he hits the ground, “--sit down here. and if anyone could call a healer for me and my friend here, that’d be great.”
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Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Feb 20, 2018 15:39:04 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
there is a quiet thump as maddox lands next to him; worry spikes sharp and jagged when the other witch's legs wobble and look as if they are two seconds away from sending their owner crumbling to the ground. his own limbs ache in sympathy. would it be acceptable, he wonders with the alacrity of the exhausted, for them to just... sit down in the middle of the road and wait for whomever they need to report to to arrive somehow. surely, someone will stumble upon them eventually.
case in point: the stranger currently talking at them. to them, actually, but currently the words being exchanged could have been spoken in an alien language from the moon for all that it makes sense to his sluggish mind. maddox, thankfully, does not seem to have the same problem. probably. in any case, it is only when his mission partner is already halfway through the door that kasimir belated realises he is gone, that he himself should probably follow. once he can convince his legs to cooperate, that is.
somehow, he manages to stumble in after the other witch, barely paying any attention to the miners staring at them. all his focus is spent on forcing one foot to move after the other - collapsing to his knees at maddox's side is a blessed relief. but relief does not last long: the steady, bright light of room reveals what was previously unseen - the extent of his partner's injuries.
both of them are covered in dirt, blood, and tattered clothing, but it is maddox's shoulder that draws his horrified attention - what had previously looked bad in the flickering light of fire and the faint silver of moonlight seems exponentially worse when exposed in full technicolour detail. and has he mentioned the terrifying amount of blood soaked into his clothing? kasimir honestly cannot tell what is from his partner's injuries and what is from the monsters they have fought.
words escape his tongue; he stares in mute, helpless panic at maddox. fortunately, actually helpful people choose this moment to arrive in a flurry of hurried footsteps; a man bursts into the room followed by an authoritative-looking woman, and then the miner from before. the first man takes one look at them, alarm flaring like a sunburst across his face, and promptly yells at some unseen person to fetch a potion kasimir vaguely recognises as a healing one. oh. so, a healer is here. that is... good.
he blinks, and somehow between one moment and the next, the woman is speaking and the healer is crouched right in his personal space and there is a potion being shoved at his face. he looks at the gloop, unenthused. and then someone pokes his side, and then there are hands reaching for this arms; white hot pain lances like lightning through his system. this, his brain decides, is a good time to pass out.
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Feb 20, 2018 15:53:18 GMT
sirius is staring, he notes in a manner oddly detached, as though observing the happenings from a distance. the only thing that keeps him grounded is the sting of his wounds, the shoulder in particular alternating between a dull roar and a piercing pain every time he so much as takes a breath too deep. maybe climbing the dragon was a stupid move after all.
( he’s also fairly certain that his shirt had been a different colour before. looking at it now, he’s not so sure. )
more strangers burst into the house, unfamiliar faces swimming before him in a motley of beige and bronze. did he hit his head? he can’t quite tell. their features float in and out of focus, and he closes his eyes for a moment to see if it helps. opens them slowly; it helps marginally. he is aware of one man yelling for potions, and that the woman is speaking; picks up words about ‘gratitude’ and ‘compensation’ and ‘reward’. he likes to think that he is coherent enough to reply, but nothing other than a stifled groan of pain passes his lips.
the woman slows her speech, and he tries his best to focus. from what he can tell, she informs them of the village’s gratitude, and makes arrangements for accomodation and as much healing as they can currently provide. there won’t be a miraculous overnight recovery, not even with a healer’s help, but the promise of sleep is good enough.
he watches, eyes half-lidded, as the healer moves first to sirius, offering a potion ( untaken ) before he enlists the help of others to move the acolyte. maddox becomes dimly aware of the village leader moving away and another taking her place, this time attempting to get him to stand. he tries. fails. falls.
and the world goes blissfully dark.
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