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 Jan 3, 2019 12:20:48 GMT
something twinges in his ribs, a not-quite-healed wound reopened; he is aware, distantly, of the taste of copper on his tongue and the growing weight of his limbs. he is riding the coattails of an adrenaline rush fading, now, and the clumsiness of his movements irk him.
retract ; reassess. he cannot rely on brute strength alone — it is a crutch, and one that fails the moment his energy flags. and he is tired. he came in weary and now he is exhausted, but he doesn’t really mind. it’s the type of bone-deep exhaustion that familiar and satisfying in its certainty. he knows how to deal with this.
the hook misses, he knows as much. then there is pressure and a firm grip, a tactical grab to throw him off balance, but he braces and resists, goes almost to strike out with the opposite elbow then remembers that it doesn’t quite exist anymore. shifts, instead, pulls his weight backwards to attempt to gain distance between them, drawing a knee up high for a straight kick to the gut.
< 25: moves too quickly and reopens a hastily closed wound; there is blood in the air ( he misses ). 25-75: kicks out, lacks strength / blocked > 75: a surprisingly hefty kick, gains distance