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 Jun 11, 2018 2:29:42 GMT
he makes it to the designated meeting point nursing a bruised cheek and aching shoulder, on three hours of sleep spread over two days and a half-empty paper cup of industrial-strength coffee. in retrospect, he probably should have tried harder to space out the missions. probably could have done up a schedule and figured out when to sneak in a nap.
alas, he is already here. certain that he will fall asleep on his feet, but here nonetheless.
the port is a maze unto itself, but the crates are easy enough to locate, with their shipment number [ 378 ] painted bold on the dark canvas sheet that is draped over them. at this time of night, there is little noise save for the waves lapping at the shore, and the not-so-distant horns of cargo ships. he fetches a rickety looking chair and takes a seat. prays it doesn’t break under his weight. takes a sip of coffee. hopes there won’t be much fighting tonight. ( is resigned to the fact that there probably will be. )
he sees his mission partner shortly after, raising a hand to wave, offering a grin lopsided but genuine. “aine, right?” pauses, squints into the darkness behind her. the sooner anyone tries to attack them, the sooner they can call this job done, and the sooner he can go back and sleep. “don’t suppose you saw anything interesting on your way here?”
aine thought if she hadn't filled her schedule with this mission that it would've been a good night for a swim. not that she was ever much of a swimmer but the idea was enthralling. the night was often a mask to danger. creepy crawly things skittering about, savoring their hours on the surface. thieves for example. this didn't phase aine. the night was also dark and cool. it provided a place to hide from the unrelenting light of day. this was something she appreciated much more than the illusion of safety . walking through the port, crates seemed like walls. in some areas, they were stacked high and in others they were sparse. the crate she was looking for sat alone. seeing her mission partner had already arrived. aine exhaled in relief only to inhale in annoyance. his presence alone was not enough to say she was late. still, it was frustrating to have lost the edge of being first on the scene.
he grins and aine's heart drops. not dramatically, just enough to be felt. its normalcy renders it completely anticlimactic. the word drop is even too generous a description. aine's heart just tips over. she's not skilled in magic. and while she is skilled in many other things, that does nothing for her confidence. smiling, hopefully just the right amount of eager, aine hopes it veils her inner turmoil. "yah, aine." she waves back, but her hand doesn't pass her chest.
the word guard was ambiguous. sometimes, it meant nothing more than to watch something. other times it meant actively fighting to protect whatever. looking at maddox sitting in his chair and sipping his coffee, aine wasn't sure which interpretation would prove more accurate tonight. "interesting..." her response a coo. "no. just yer usual dank, dark port." for a moment she thought to grab a seat. then instead leaned cautiously against the crate. it was sturdy, and the possibility of it breaking under the witches weight seemed lower than the sun exploding.
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Jun 23, 2018 6:43:08 GMT
he knows little of aine apart from her coven affiliations, though even that is mostly because he has a habit of sticking his nose into coven matters a little too often. still, maddox has lived a fair bit of his life guided by the thought that any leviathan is a good egg in his books, so whatever concerns he may have had regarding whatever may transpire are quick to fade. he’s a little quick to trust, perhaps, but it hasn’t done him any harm just yet.
“oh.” he frowns for a moment, tapping a finger against the rim of the coffee cup. “i was told there might be people trying to...intercept the shipment? no idea what’s even in it.” he pauses, staring back into the gloom of the dock, waiting as though the words themselves would prompt some sort of poetic, theatrical coincidence. alas, the darkness remains simply that.
he waits a second longer, contemplating, before he finally sets aside the coffee cup on the edge of a nearby crate. “i’ll get moosely to check the place out, then. make sure no one is sneaking up on us.” his familiar clatters into the material plane just as announced, hooves hitting the wooden dock grounds with no small amount of noise. the moose snorts, lowers his head to glare balefully at his witch, before he begrudgingly turns to head out. the sound of hoofbeats recede before the bulk of the moose is out of sight, air condensing beneath him to reduce the sound.
“so,” he says, watching the familiar disappear round a corner, “if we’re lucky, moosely will spook any interceptors into action, then we can probably handle them here.” on a good day, the familiar could probably easily scare away a group of hired thugs on his own. on a day like this, even though moosely would never admit it, maddox is glad for the extra support.