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 Sept 28, 2018 4:04:28 GMT
it's been some time since he has had to take a smaller watercraft out to sea, but he does it anyway, cursing under his breath the whole time. curse isaac vaness for his shady businesses and reluctance to just use regular ports. curse himself for being uneasy at how close the ink-dark waters edge is.
somehow he still 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. fairly certain that he will fall asleep on his feet, but here nonetheless.
this offshore port is a maze unto itself, but the shipping bay itself is easy enough to locate. at this time of night, there is little noise save for the waves lapping at the crafter-metal 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, as per the mission description. )
the one highlight of today, however, is that at least he is working with a familiar face. he spots the summoner a short while later, and raises the coffee mug by way of greeting. "night shifts suck," he declares with a wry smile, simultaneously peering into the darkness behind him. 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?”
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Sept 28, 2018 17:12:06 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
he is beginning to wonder if it is some design of fate that brings them together, again and again and again, some higher power that pulls them together like magnets or binary stars in close orbit. surely, it cannot be mere chance that they take so many of the same missions; surely, there are more higher levelled witches than just they? but in truth, kasimir cannot complain, not when there is warmth in his chest and gladdance in his veins.
he huffs quietly in amusement, settling beside maddox with a ripple in the fabric of the starry sky. "and hello to you too," he says drily. moonlight weaves silver and pearls into their hair, and the cool night's breeze carries with it a soft sea-song and the taste of salt on their lips. there is enough light to see by with relative clarity, enough that they are not blind, and quiet enough that even the rustle of their hair can be heard.
"nothing interesting," he confirms, gaze drifting across the still harbour. "let us hope it remains that way." he is not particularly worried about thieves - there is nothing so valuable as to draw them here when there are known guards to be around - not until the arrival of the mysterious cargo, anyway. there is, of course, the precedence set by the chaos of their previous missions- but even they cannot run into any serious problems with a standard mission like this. right?
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Dec 15, 2018 13:07:16 GMT
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[attr="class","m1scroll"]he leans back in his seat, crossing his arms comfortably, eyeing the other witch over the rim of the coffee mug. someone is either playing an elaborate long joke on him, or he is unusually lucky. either way, an unforgiving god somewhere in the cosmos is probably having a laugh. there is nothing he can do, really, but enjoy the moment.
“i might need something ’interesting’ to keep me awake,” he grumbles over a stifled yawn, turning his gaze out to sea. “but at the same time, i don’t want any trouble, so i guess i’ll just suffer.” the sea is still, save for the gentlest of waves. its surface is mirror-dark and reflective, and he cannot begin to imagine what may lurk in its depth.
scratch that. his imagination can perfectly supply a wide array of terrible creatures that may hide beneath that deceptively calm surface. coven leviathan may have their headquarters on a ship, but he has never been the sailing type.
another horn of the cargo ship comes closer than before, and he turns his gaze towards the faint yellow light leaking from porthole windows, squinting as one, disgruntled from sleep deprivation, may do. it is a relatively small ship, and making its way towards them with decided haste. he doesn’t think too much about it. “i think that might be the one.”
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Dec 16, 2018 7:33:18 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
to any decently experienced witch, who has seen enough of the real world to no longer dream of storybook glory, a quiet mission is a blessing. a quiet mission means no trouble, no chaos, no collateral damage or angry passersby or exasperated higher ups asking how on earth the mission got so off track. a quiet mission is a good mission.
but to any really experienced witch, who has had enough chaos to last a lifetime, who has seen mission after mission spiral from the original objective, a quiet mission is a cause for suspicion, for paranoia. kasimir fights down the irrational urge to shift, to crouch and hide and search for the enemies his mind whispers are here; echoes of previous missions gone by. a quiet mission may be a good mission, but at this point, he does not think he even remembers what a peaceful mission feels like.
( and, well. maddox is not wrong about boredom. )
thankfully, he is not alone. "i rather hope you have not just jinxed us," he says to his companion drily. "if we are suddenly attacked by a monstrous leviathan from the depths of the sea, i blame you."
the echoing cry of the ship's horn shatters the still night, a beam of light piercing the darkness as it grows quickly brighter. "you think?" he considers the ship, visible only as a dark shadow wreathed in faint filaments of light upon the darker water; it approaches them rapidly, probably faster than what is officially allowed. but it is a stupidly late hour, and the deal is rather not official, so some liberties with the law are to be expected. kasimir stands, gestures . "shall we head out to meet them?"
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Dec 17, 2018 1:18:53 GMT
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[attr="class","m1scroll"]he considers the prospect of being attacked by a sea monster. it is a very brief consideration; he decides he doesn’t like it, coven symbolism be damned. the only ship he will ever truly like is whatever airship zephyr will build, because at least that one flies — the further away from the water, the better.
the ship draws closer, but it is too dark still, and he can scarcely make out any details. “i guess?” a quick glance at the other cargo ships within sight reveals that this is the only one headed straight towards them. “we might as well go say hi.” he peers into his coffee mug, drains the rest of it in one long drink, and sets it carefully onto the ground.
there is a grin, sudden and playful. “race you there.”
he stands up abruptly, practically half-falls out of the seat, and takes off at a dead sprint towards the water’s edge. one step, two — he takes a running leap, and for a moment, hangs suspended over fathomless depths, threatening collision with a still-dark ocean — there is a clatter of hooves behind him on the docks as his familiar materialises, and the wind coalesces beneath his feet as windsurfer kicks into action and he shoots forward, cutting through choppy ocean waves as he speeds towards the ship.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Dec 17, 2018 7:25:48 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
somehow, it is both entirely unexpected and also so very typical of maddox to suggest a race. well, 'suggest' may be a slightly too mild of a word. given, after all, that the man had not even waited for a response before jettisoning off.
not that kasimir minds. he is all too aware of the fond smile curving his lips as he himself takes to the skies, a familiar set of luminous wings unfurling from his back, but even now he cannot bring himself to extinguish the warmth lingering in his chest at the antics of his mission partner. cool night wind streams past his face as he carves a route to the ship past the billions of star-filaments cradled by the sky. he flies low, skimming just above the water's surface as he gains on the shadowy figure of maddox ahead.
they catch up to the ship in what must be record time, sea rippling out in a trail behind them. a rare laugh bursts out of his throat, exhilaration sun-bright in his veins; kasimir turns to maddox, still smiling. "that was fun. we should do it again, sometime," he murmurs.
"also," he says, spreading his wings again ready to bear him upon the ship's deck. "i definitely won." he winks, eyes sparkling, and launches himself up.
