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.
gammana costwicks remains an imposing figure- her back isn't as straight as the costwicks training had once made it, but she is only a few inches before six feet, and she drags her regal blue cloak around everywhere she goes. the beads tinkle, her rings shine in the dull glory of the old age's gold. [break][break] she makes her rounds of her library and finds everything pleasantly sorted. she pushes the odd book back to where it should have been, places a finger on her lips to quell the odd group of quarreling "students." because professor or priestess, all within these doors are either family or learners and usually, they end up both. [break][break] and for her, of course, the library is alive. [break][break] it is as much a part of her as her familiar, it bends and listens to her, it-- she pauses as her hands find the spine of a misplaced volume. she stops walking and casts her gaze into the aisle where there is only one man standing. "you ought to put the books back in the right place, young man. they don't like it when you displace them so." she sighs and begins moving the volumes around, perfectly aware of the nature of the section they are in --dark arts, albeit the shelves that are less inclined to hide themselves-- and yet choosing to not comment at all.
[attr="class","econtent"]There wasn't a true rhyme or reason for Kenzie's frantic searching. It was rather expansive in this library and he was looking for a particular section of books. The trail of misplaced and mishandled books was all his doing, it was not his intention to be so careless. The young man had respect for reading and perhaps in another time he could have studied at university. But that path had been severed long ago, leaving him calloused and scarred. [break][break] While the trail was at points chaotic and sloppy, there was a pattern to the madness of his search. The raven hair's fingers flipped open to the title page, and towards the last page. His eyes skimming over the trim of the book, discerning for any details. Further investigating the book by opening at roughly a third of each book. Sadly he didn't find what he was looking for immediately, consequently the trail for the libraries owner to find. [break][break] Catching him in just the right time, as he found the book shelving dealing in dark arts, for whatever reason finding it was critical to the young witch. The steps of her shoes were a clear giveaway that someone was approaching him, a soft whisper in his mind before a sudden vanish, a ripple of movement that elder might have caught. "She's here." As Kenzie's slowly creaked the tome closed, letting his gaze drift away from the woman. "Sorry....books. I'm looking for something particular here, are you their caretaker?" The silvertongue said with a inquisitive tone. It was a falsehood, it was rather part of his plan for the day. The selection of books to running into the lady costwicks.