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 Charani Petrov on Mar 12, 2018 3:17:48 GMT
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"i know he knows
that he's killing me for mercy."
You should never take a drink from a stranger. That was how he got into this mess. He had a hat on his head which to be honest didn't look good at all. He didn't even know he owned a hat to be totally honest. What he did know what that his hair was now bright pink which even for him was a little gay.
Not that there was anything wrong with pink hair he just... didn't think it looked good on him. Not at all. Faint drips of water were falling from the sky as he made his way down the road. His little puppy familiar was just wagging his tail as they walked... lecturing him inside his own head. Like what was he supposed to do... just not drink a drink when offered to him? That would be rude.
"Perhaps he was like a prankster... its not like this was a super villain kind of thing? Like you know ?" he said with a sigh. He was right. There was no kind of dark foreboding malice attached to this... at least that he could tell. Well he'd just make the most of this. It was like some cloud just made its way over them as it started pouring down harder.
They had been going for a while before they reached a lighthouse. Thank god for shelter. The young man made his way inside the building to get out of the rain. They'd just wait it out for a little bit. That was all they could do. Just wait.
Post by raziel of the autumn court on Mar 13, 2018 17:41:32 GMT
Although playing cupid had been fun, Raziel decided to jump ship once the festivities became too chaotic for their tastes. Some poor soul had even mistook the Court's head merchant as a prime cuddling target. (The would-be cuddler was quickly subdued by the guards which Raz regularly hired for such large events, but Raz still believed that staying any longer would be more trouble than it was worth.)
They instead made their way towards one of the lighthouses, still garbed in pricey-looking cupid robes, to see if they could get a look from above. It was a shame Rami's size was compressed within city limits; floating straight up into the sky atop the jellyfish's bell would have been no problem at all, and would have saved Raz the trouble of climbing up this seemingly endless staircase.
The merchant stretched once they were finally out in the open air, then slumped over the railing. "Someone really needs to enchant those," Raz whines to his familiar, lazily gazing out over the city.
"Ah, if only we knew an enchanter," the familiar replies, sarcasm thick in his reverberating thought-voice. After all, his witch was inclined to this affinity themselves.
"An enchanter who can make things move instead of just making them stop," the merchant retorts, very acutely aware of their own magical shortcomings.
Their conversation pauses as Raz feels a raindrop on their cheek. The sky had been scattered with clouds throughout the day, and the one directly above them seemed a particularly menacing shade of gray. With a disgruntled huff, they retreat back inside the building as to avoid soaking their outfit. They wait, for a time, listening to the pattering of raindrops and trying not to think too much about how muddy it's going to be if this keeps up for too long...
And then they hear the lighthouse door open. Someone else seeking shelter from the rain, perhaps? "Hello?" Raz calls down the stairwell, hoping they have pure enough intents to offer a reply.
Several minutes passed as the rain poured outside. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Breathe in. Breathe out. There was just silence in this place... silence in this light house. That wasn't totally true... if you listened closely you could hear the small whirling and clicking sounds of gears turning. The lighthouse working its magic to alert ships to the fact they were near shore. Nobody was here though. Nobody but a boy and his dog... at least for a little bit.
There was this small thought in the back of his mind as he sat there waiting out the rain. A dream... maybe? He couldn't tell dreams from prophecies... not really. They all kind of melded together since he'd first started having his dreams. He could almost feel it right now... there was a man. He holds a knife... or maybe a wand. He never can look back to see... only feeling it pressed into his back. He looks down in front of him and the body doesn't look like his own... someone else perhaps? He closes his eyes to try to wish away the dream only to feel something burning into his back as he stops being able to feel his leg. He can feel his body fall to his knees but can't feel the impact. Then he wakes up. It's one of many dreams he's had.
There is a sound... a voice he can't quite place as someone enters the building. They seem to be questioning... asking to see if anyone else is around. He should answer. Unless maybe it was someone bad... he couldn't be sure. "Nobody's home?" he shouted up the stairwell... not being very far away from the other person. Well he should have just kept his mouth shut... that would have been smarter.
"I mean... boooo? I'm a ghost don't mind me." Yes because that made so much more sense. Totally.
Post by raziel of the autumn court on Mar 14, 2018 4:32:02 GMT
Well that was an odd answer, wasn't it? A verbal claim that nobody was around, which proved there was at least one other person there to make the claim. Their tone of voice seemed more uncertain than malicious, though, and Raz was willing to bet that the two of them were simply in a similar situation at the moment.
Step by step, and careful not to trip, the merchant makes their way back down the rest of the staircase. Rami is invited to materialize in case this is some sort of trap, and the jellyfish familiar obliges immediately. Being barely over a cubic centimeter in size, he was not the most physically intimidating creature, but he could create an elemental flashbang well enough. Hopefully that'd be enough of a distraction to run out the front door, because Raz was certainly not going to attempt jumping off top of this thing and hoping for the best..
"Aah, is that so? Well then it's nice to meet you, mister ghost." Raz muses playfully before very slowly peering around the central support structure to try to catch a glimpse of this stranger. Rami, too floats a bit further into the main room to get a better look. The majority of the merchant's face, one shoulder, and a white wing from their cupid outfit would have now been visible to Charani, "Sorry for intruding on your haunt. I promise I'm harmless, though, and that I'll leave you be once the rain stops, of course."
The witch's eyes glide around the bright pink head of hair, wondering if this stranger had visited the same festival they had, but holding his tongue for now. What if they actually thought that color looked good on them? Raz certainly didn't want to break any hearts while they were trapped in an enclosed space together.
He was for sure being made fun of. Like nobody was believing that he was a ghost... did ghosts even exist? Maybe they do. There was a small speck of hope that something existed like that... existed at all.
Of course his hair was a big giveaway. Pink tended to stand out pretty well as this place was not very bright and colorful. His unfortunate new hair was something he hoped wasn't forever... he already missed his brown hair. Maybe once it grew out at least it would come back to his normal color? Who knows. Damn magic.
The other person starts making their way down the stairs. Just by looking he could see they looked at least somewhat young... possibly around his age? He could't be sure. He could see they were in what looked like a costume. He could see part of a wing? Maybe an angel costume or something as it was valentines day.
"And if I wasn't a friendly ghost?" It was a good question. What if he wasn't friendly? He could be ready to attack. He wasn't of course. Teddy however could now be heard barking at something in the corner of the main room... no it was a door? What was he even barking at? Well... he for sure wasn't fooling anyone now.
Post by raziel of the autumn court on Mar 14, 2018 22:48:59 GMT
Raz was at least 95% sure that this person was friendly. They didn't seem to be making any hostile movements, and their hair was a highly un-intimidating shade of pink. Plus, if this was a trap, the ideal time to act had already passed. "Hmm," the merchant ponders the question, not taking it terribly seriously due to its hypothetical nature, "Well then I'd guess you'd need a friend more than most of the living." The merchant steps fully to the ground floor, now the entirety of their cupid garb in full view.
Although Raz doesn't physically jump at the sudden barking, their bright blue eyes dart towards the source of the sound. Rami's soft glow brightens noticeably as well, as if preparing to use his light magic, before receding yet again as they realize there doesn't seem to be any immediate danger.
"Is that your familiar..?" Raz asks, rarely sure of how to tell familiars apart from mere pets, but usually defaulting to the guess of "familiar" as to not offend anyone, "Do you know what he's barking at?" If it was a familiar, they should have been able to communicate between each other. And even if the dog was just a pet, the merchant certainly wasn't going to volunteer to risk taking a look.
Teddy was barking at a plastic bag. An evil plastic bag. It fell off the table that was near them and had nearly attacked the small dog. IT LANDED RIGHT ON HIM AND HE DEMANDED IT BE DESTROYED. IT NEEDED TO COWER AND BEG FOR ITS LIFE BEFORE HIM LIKE THe wait it was a bag. Just a simple plastic bag. The dog stopped barking once the realization hit him. The dog walked back towards his witch and purposefully place himself between the two just slightly in front of Charani with a protect aura surrounding him.
"What were you barking at?" he asked his little canine. The dog played dumb and acted like he didn't hear the question. Teddy moved to look at Raziel acting like a dumb pet dog. He tilted his head as his eyes looked up at the other person. He was trying to see if the other human was a threat pretty much. It was how he usually dealt with other people. He didn't seem overly defensive but that usually only happened around boys Charani liked partially out of jealousy.
"Okay? Well anyway you haven't tried to murder me yet so that's a good sign." Yes because not trying to murder someone when meeting them for the first time was such a good thing. Why was that last line sarcastic? It really is a good thing on account of murder being... well bad. I'm looking at you Silvertongue. Or was it Leviathan? It doesn't matter.
"So um... do you like live here or... um also rain shelter?" He was posing a pretty obvious question. This place hardly looked very lived in. Sure there were a few things here and there that showed that someone had lived here once at least. There was things like a plastic bag that probably had someones lunch or something in it at one point. He was trying to make small talk so whatever. Time to be awkward.
Post by raziel of the autumn court on Jun 30, 2018 20:35:28 GMT
The merchant still wasn't entirely sure if the dog was a familiar or a pet. Since their question to the witch wasn't corrected, they were leaning towards the former, but the dog didn't seem to want to talk to confirm their suspicions. (Maybe he was just a pet after all, and his owner had merely been too concerned about the target of the dog's barking to answer properly?) Either way, Raziel offered the animal a warm smile and short wave (there was no way they'd risk the health or cleanliness of their fingers in an attempt to pet the creature). "Hello! My name's Raziel. It's nice to meet you."
Raz didn't appear put off by Charani's sarcasm -- instead they laugh, light and carefree. "Aha! Well I'm glad I meet your bare minimum requirements for being a decent human being," they tease, "For what it's worth, you also don't seem like the murdering type." Though they didn't may it much mind, Raz briefly wondered if they should be concerned that this person's standards were that low or if they really had that much trouble digging up a compliment.
"Rain shelter definitely," Raz answers with a nod. "This place has way too many steps to live in. I was just passing by since I was at that festival earlier," they wave an arm vaguely off in the direction of the festivities, "I mean -- if that wasn't obvious already. I promise this isn't what I wear regularly." That said, it wasn't too far off either. Although the elegance and precision of the white robes were well within the merchant's typical fashion choices, it was rare for them to flaunt their wealth so blatantly with so many delicate golden chains and small ruby gemstone accents. And the wings, obviously... but Raz was quickly developing a liking for them.
With the plastic bag now defeated Teddy could turn his full attention to the small human in front of him. He didn't feel a dangerous aura from the other witch so the pup seemed to lower its guard just a bit. Teddy didn't move between the two but he did sit down on his little butt instead of being in the standing ready to attack position.
Teddy was giving at least a mild indicator of approval at least so that was a good sign. He should still check this kid out just to be safe. It was better to be safe then sorry after all. That was his new motto that he totally just came up with on the spot right now. Yes that was a fact... an alternative fact but that still has the word fact in it right? Right.
"I'm usually okay at picking up if people are bad" he said with a small smile. His eyes closed for a short moment as he pushed mana into his eyes in order to use his aura reading power. His eyes would give off a pale glow around his pupils making his green eyes glow like a glow in the dark star. He'd stare at the other witch to try and check them out. So he was usually cheating when he picked up whether people were bad or not by looking at their aura.
"You never know... some of the kids my grandmother used to force me to go on play dates with would wear that kind of outfit as their casual clothing." That was only true because he was a rich kid but that kind of wasn't the point. Or maybe it was. Raziel could be another rich kid... I mean it would explain their choice of clothing after all since that outfit looked... not cheap. Like at all.
Post by raziel of the autumn court on Jul 19, 2018 12:03:11 GMT
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"Oh?" Raziel asks with a curious rising of their tone as they notice the magical glow in Charani's eyes. A spell that can observe human nature? The child of the Autumn Court didn't know of any atheneum spells quite like that... Even so, they are taken more by intrigue than concern. After all, the merchant doesn't consider themself a bad person -- harsh sometimes, cold occasionally, ingenue regularly, but not bad. So they tilt their head, and ask: "And what do you sense in me?"
Above the small figure of the fledgeling Knight looms a human brain with gilded sulci and nerve-like tendrils dangling from its base. At least in shape, it closely resembles the bell and tentacles of a jellyfish. Many of the bone-white tendrils reach out past the walls of the lighthouse, but a choice few are reaching towards Charani, hovering, but and not quite touching the seer's curious eyes.
A dim, unearthly light zips from the tip of the tendrils examining Charani and back to the aura's cerebrum when the seer mentioned knowing similarly-dressed children in his youth. So he was a child from a wealthy family, or associated with one at least. "You had play dates with cherubs? How exciting~" Raziel teases with a gentle flutter of their wings. "They, at least, could blame their parents for their fashion choices. But I imagine you weren't very fond of playing with them just because of their clothes, hm?"
[attr="class,"oocarea"]Charani Petrov charani: -uses aura reading- me: please enjoy this overly detailed and unreasonably inhuman aura
The young man could see ghostly aura like tendrils looming in front of his face. It was like he could just reach out and touch them though he knew that it wouldn't do anything. It would just be him grasping at that which has no physical form. Still he reached his hands out anyway only to be met with air. He surely looked strange doing so.
"Curiosity" he said with an earnest look on his face. It was like he was mesmerized by what the other child could not see. He turned his eyes back to the cherub and his eyes lost the glow that had shown with his spell being active. The ghostly tendrils faded from his vision as the mana left his eyes. It was kind of sad.
"I don't think I've ever played with a cherub... more like inccubi in angelic clothing." Many of them were liars. They were leeches upon the blood of the powerful and those with influence. That was the world his grandparents tried to somewhat shield his siblings from. It was something that just happened when you came from a family of wealth.
"Though I've met an angel before." An angel with golden hair that glittered in the sunshine. An angel with tanned skin and eyes like small stars shining upon him. He'd been bathed in that angelic light and it was the happiest thing that he'd ever experienced. It was so beautiful... and sad. And now it was just empty.
Post by raziel of the autumn court on Aug 4, 2020 17:30:15 GMT
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They can't begin to fathom what it is the stranger is seeing as he reaches his hand out towards empty space. Mentally tabbing through the capabilities of the most common magical affinities, Raz found nothing which seemed to fit the vague description and physical tells which the other boy displayed -- that is, until they consider the less common possibilities. Divination, they muse, could boil abstract concepts such as fate or the soul into visual signs. Statistically, it was unlikely that this person was a genuine practitioner, since it was far more common for "seers" to be clever con men or someone mentally unsound. But, if he was genuine, that'd make him rather special, wouldn't it? It's a rare trait indeed, to have insight which transcends logic...
Another pulse of light zips from the tip of the aura back to its central mass. Soon after, just as the image starts to fade, one of the tendrils very gently wraps around Charani's hand and forearm, barely touching his skin. "Ha! Well you're not wrong about that," the witch at the root of the aura answers, "But can you blame me? I've just met such a curious stranger."
The winds howl outside as the stranger speaks of incubi in disguise; raindrops hammer to the ground as the storm reaches what is hopefully its peak. "That's often the way things are, though, isn't it? Monsters rarely wish to be seen for what they are, and most angels are too humble to show their wings... present company excluded, I hope," they say with another wing flutter. Their smile becomes more modest as Charani mentions meeting an angel. Their tone seems... bittersweet, as if remembering a love lost. "The angel you met sounds like they must have been very special," is all Raziel hazards to say to that.
[attr="class,"oocarea"]Charani Petrov quietly covers up the time stamps......
