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 Aug 27, 2018 6:55:56 GMT
he considers. he’s fought under varying circumstances, though rarely when robbed of his senses. “can’t say i have,” he admits. thankfully, claire has a better idea. maddox has never been a fan of having to flee from a fight, but this time, the odds don’t lend to a particularly optimistic outlook. moosely grumbles his discontent.
‘running from a fight isn’t our style.’
“yeah, well, you’re more than welcome to take out as many as you can as we run.”
and so he runs. the darkness renders him blind; he runs unseeing, uncaring, the wind whipping around him like a miniature tornado as moosely carves a path ahead of him. the sound of hoofbeats from both moose and boar are deafening, the screech of monsters punctuated by the dull thud of impact as the familiars opt for a remarkably effective, albeit graceless method of removal. one would find it difficult to deny its effectiveness, though.
the strangest thing is, it begins to hurt after a while: bone-deep aches and odd stinging sensations, as though he had been fighting for days on end. there’s a sudden spike of pain – something catches him across the calf – and he stumbles, rights himself with a blast of wind, and keeps on running. the air burns in his lungs. moosely trumpets his fury and indignation, tramples over a poorly-placed monster, and charges on.
the opening remains ahead of them, faint but present. he can sense it, stronger and stronger now as they approach it. he runs, leaps – and then he is through. his feet hit solid ground. the shrieking of monsters dies down. maddox straightens up, breathing ragged, waiting, hoping for his sight to return. “claire? all good?”
Post by claire fermont on Sept 26, 2018 16:46:38 GMT
Claire keeps running, with nowhere to go. Fortunately she still has connection with Vani, and so Claire is able to vaguely sense where the boar is and run behind him. Vani serves as Claire's shield from the chaos, and for that she is forever grateful to her familiar. They run and run without being able to see where they are going, and as they run, something hits them. It stings. The darkness is pitch black and the Knight couldn't see how battered her body is until she--
Light!
The sudden brightness blinds Claire, and she stops, disoriented, on the entrance of the gaping black hole. She hears Maddox's voice. He must've broken through before her. She answers, "Yes, all good. Just a few, no actually, many cuts, but I'm fine... a little drowsy..."
She really is all good, except for the fact that she stumbles backward. Claire tries to right herself but fails. Gravity is just too strong... or is it, really? It takes her approximately five seconds too late before she realizes she is not drowsy, nope, she is not just disoriented, but is actually being dragged back to that hell hole.
"Huh?" Claire says, dumbfounded, before her vigor returns. And she's thrashing against the iron grip of the scaly reptile the second after. The white-haired female tries to snap off its arm, but it barely budges even when Claire augments her strength in her arm.
"Bold of you to assume I'd simply let you go," the monster says. "I'm taking her with me."
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Faded and worn at the seams A psychotropic wanderlust, sick and laughing Their words bared their teeth into the wall I promised I would rid the world of
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Sept 28, 2018 2:09:08 GMT
light bleeds into his vision without warning, and for a moment he is struck sun-blind, no longer trapped in darkness but its polar opposite; then that fades too, until he can finally see the ground beneath his feet and the sky above his head, and the colourless crumbling obelisks of the ruins before them larger than life. moosely, beside him, exhales loudly as well, a deep sigh with heaving flanks as the moose gives a generous shake of his body, sending little droplets of scarlet blood flying. they had gotten through the field of monsters blind, survived the ordeal, but not without a fair deal of hurt themselves.
judging by what he hears from claire, it is the same on her side. she’s alive, though, and seems to be more or less in one piece, which is probably good for the success of the mission. knight or not, maddox doesn’t want to deal with monster-infested ruins alone. he turns around then, ready to discuss the next plan of action, and that is when he notices what is happening. a gargantuan reptilian claw stretches out from an ink-dark void, holding the knight enchanter in its grasp. the monster speaks then, its voice cold and low and reverberating down his spine and maddox-
considers: she is a knight, and by all means, perhaps he ought to let her get taken. he could just step back, pretend to help and inexplicably fail, and that would be one less knight to fight in the future. he doesn’t have to help.
moosely adds, pointedly: perhaps it would be beneficial to pursue more diplomatic relations for the time being; an indebted knight may be an invaluable resource.
the wind howls to life once more, a dragon crafted of blue-tinged airs stretches its maw wide and shrieks towards the monster, just as maddox launches a decisive overhaul at it. “bullshit,” he snarls, “you’re not taking her anywhere.”