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 heath ambroise on Nov 12, 2019 7:03:58 GMT
He hadn’t seen in person the second in command of the Silver Tongue, but he was curious about the man. Mainly, he hadn’t expected Silver Tongue of all covens to host a highly traditional purification ceremony, much less the second in command of it. The reputation for most of the snake coven was one of materialism, and loose morals. He wanted to ask him about that. And while he was at it, ask for a blessing as well. But the day was young, and the place was full. It didn’t hurt to dilly dally around while he waited for the throngs of people to subside. Multitudes of people were crowding for various of the events some going towards the famed seer, Miss Ezra herself. Others cramming in an attempt to get a better look at the whole process of it all or perhaps catch a blessing for themselves.
Heath simply floated on by carefully picking at pieces of lanterns, not quite ready to make one but curious nonetheless. He liked in particularly the metallic paints provided for the paper. He hadn’t painted in so long, his watercolor set collecting dust in his desk drawer, but he felt the itch. What if? With no pencil in hand he could paint something simple. It dind’t have to be perfect. This was for fun after all. And in a sky full of other lanterns, no one would notice a stray mark or two. Yes, that would be nice.
The pinkette lost track of time like this, reaching for delicate brushes and putting color to a white paper lantern. He’d opted for a more cylindrical one, if only because it gave him a better appreciation of his work once he set all the parts together. But the paper was wet, and he would have to wait. He set aside his materials, letting the shop keep know he would be back in a bit after a snack to finish before getting up with a soft grunt. Hazel eyes were more on the tracking down that smell of caramelized nuts. He dind’t notice the redhead until he almost ran him over, bumping his shoulder harshly into the man as he turned. “Ah-! S-Sorry I uh…got a little distracted by the food is all.” He said as he cleared his throat when he noticed his words were too soft. “Are you-…Kasimir?” there’s a pause as the journalist recalls the name. “Sorry, almost didn’t recognize you either.” He added with a polite smile.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Nov 12, 2019 12:57:17 GMT
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[attr="class","ashni-textbox"]of all the things he is, of all the things he has done, being a summoner is still dear to kasimir's heart. something to treasure, something to be thankful for; a legacy from a barely remembered yet dearly loved parent. and to kasimir... to be a summoner is to believe in the gods, in spirits and myths and divinity. how could he not, when he has summoned forth sprites with his own magic? how could he not, when he has felt a deity's blessing be settled upon him? how could he not, when he has had a taste of blindingly golden divinity run through his own veins?[break][break]
he is unsurprised many other summoners feel the same way. there is a reason why a disproportionate number of priests and priestesses are summoners also— one of the most famous examples being, of course, kirean bernhardt, from his own coven. [break][break]
ah, but now is not the time to think of that. kasimir is here simply to lay down his offerings and whisper a quiet prayer, nothing of prophecies he does not need nor of blessings he does not deserve. a lantern rests in his hands, a small one crimson as his own hair, yet unattached to a prayer at the bottom. soon; later. [break][break]
the crowd swells, sudden, and kasimir starts as a shoulder bumps into his own, hard enough to make him stumble. he looks up and... it is a vaguely familiar face, one he has met before only briefly, but from a rather memorable meeting. "no need for apologies. it is fine." he shrugs off the apologies - both of them - with a graceful shrug. "you are heath, yes? happy saturnalia."
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Post by heath ambroise on Dec 27, 2019 3:16:50 GMT
The pinkette nodded at his companion. “Yes, that’s right. Happy Saturnalia.” He returned a little bit more at ease. Fortunately, t wasn’t that serious and even if it had been, he seemed the type not to take it too seriously. At least, from what he remembered the man was pretty aloof all things considered. “I hope you’ve been enjoying it, so far.” He always found the first few days of Saturnalia a little too heavy for his liking. After all, Heath didn’t particularly enjoy introspection of self-reflection. He didn’t like digging too deeply into himself or analyzing any particularly feeling or grievances he’s had. Then again maybe that defeated the purpose of those days in the beginning of Saturnalia but he had, for sure, a lot of other things going on. It could wait. The self-reflection of Saturnalia would strike him in two weeks when he was desperately trying to fall asleep once again.
He noted the small paper lantern in Kasimir’s hands and paused to take note to make sure he hadn’t damaged it before continuing on, “Did you buy this or make it yourself?...It’s cute.” Then again if you made anything small it would end up looking pretty cute wouldn’t it? Sinclair had a tendency of trying to shrink himself into the more compact ball when he wanted to beg for something. It didn’t actually do much as he was already a little oversized anyway, but the rounder form was maybe…10% more adorable. Sinclair could be adorable, he was furry after all. Except then he opened his mouth and ruined the whole thing. He felt the grumbling of his familiar in the back of his mind, not particularly pleased with the backhanded thoughts.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 16, 2020 0:12:13 GMT
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"i have, thank you," he replies politely, even if privately he is uncertain about how much enjoyment he really feels about the festivities. it can be... a lot, to put it mildly — introspection and dwelling on the past is usually not something he likes to do; the past is a dark, chilling place to be. he is hardly about to bare his life to a stranger though. "i hope the same to you."[break][break]
as further words desert him and he is wondering about the polite way to depart, the pink haired witch gestures towards the lantern he has honestly forgotten about in his hands. "ah," he says, holding it up awkwardly, fighting off the flush that wants to colour his cheeks. "thank you. yes, i made it." it is honestly a plain little thing, crimson and gold with very little fanfare. handcrafted, because prayers and the gods deserve at the very least that much respect; because kasimir is still a summoner for all he is a killer.
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Post by heath ambroise on Jan 17, 2020 0:50:35 GMT
He nodded in turn as they exchanged their holiday greetings. Heath was glad that his second meeting with the redhead wasn’t him standing awkwardly outside of Aeris’ workshop in the evening. Frankly, he was grateful he could face Aeris and it not be weird because Kasimir had neglected to tell him he had found the witch wandering outside the man’s home. Then again, his first meeting with Aeris had been pretty strange in it of itself, wandering into an unmanned smithy late at night tracking down murder weapons. You know, the usual. If Kasimir had mentioned it to the man, he didn’t seem to change his attitude towards Heath and that was perfectly acceptable.
“It looks very well done.” He returned, perking up a little. While handcrafting wasn’t really his thing, he would’ve preferred to just buy a lantern, it was a nice part of the experience. Besides, it meant he could put his water color skills to use. He’d been neglecting his more relaxing hobby in favor of the easier, faster pencil sketching for his work. Then again, maybe it was good that it was more time consuming. More time to relax his frayed nerves during the week. “Well anyway, I don’t want to keep you too long. I was just on my way to see the priest for blessings. Forgot his name though…but he’s a Silvertongue representative?” So he had heard anyway. He associated Dmitri more with Silvertongue than anyone else, but maybe that was intentional. Then again, he really only paid attention to Dmitri. Again, for very obvious reasons. “I thought I’d try to get a blessing for the new year.” He added.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 17, 2020 3:29:51 GMT
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the pink haired witch seems to be much more at ease than the first time they had met — likely because this exchange is not happening outside the rothscus dwelling under the half-lit eve. briefly, kasimir wonders if heath had actually gone ahead and given those planned flowers to aeris. he resolves to ask maddox about it sometime.[break][break]
he shrugs awkwardly at the compliment, uncertain how to respond. thankfully, the plantshaper seems comfortable carrying the conversation along — if indeed this can even be called a conversation. an interesting role reversal. kasimir tilts his head slightly, considering. "do you mean kirean bernhardt?" it has to be, for which other silvertongue priest could it be? "he is a master summoner and diviner both."[break][break]
for all that kasimir has disagreements regarding his coven, kirean bernhardt is... worthy of respect, both for his skill and his personal philosophy. he can understand why one would seek a blessing from him this day. "i think you may find him in that direction," he says, gesturing towards one of the more distant shrines.
Post by heath ambroise on Jan 27, 2020 21:36:43 GMT
The journalist perked up at the name. Yes, that definitely sounded correct. He really ought to figure out these names sooner, but most of his work was pulling him towards other stories, uninvolved with the magical elite. For now, anyway. At least those he had written about; he hadn’t misspelled their names but that was also thanks to his editors. “Oh! Like you then?” he said remembering the little bit the ginger had tried to tell him about Summoning. They hadn’t gotten very far but he was thankful for the gift anyway.
Heath was about to turn on his heel, head whipping in the direction he’d been pointed towards before hesitating and looking back at his acquaintance. “Would you like to join me? Maybe you can get a chance to ask him about summoning.” Besides, who didn’t need a little blessing from a powerful priest. Who knew how far those would go, but Heath would take every bit of good fortune he was offered. He doubled down on the offer adding, “We can grab something to eat after, my treat. I wanted to thank you properly for the sprites you sent. Haven’t had a chance to test them yet but I’m excited nevertheless.” He was trying to slot himself a bit more ‘relaxation’ time. Whether that was messing around with other affinities or water coloring in the park. What was important was that he got his mind off work, and insomnia, and older men that were no good for him. Sinclair was begging him afterall to take a little bit better care of himself this year.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 31, 2020 13:51:58 GMT
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there is a strange moment of almost vertigo that comes with the unexpected comparison — that heath would put them together... kasimir is not even in the same league as kirean bernhardt. gods forbid kasimir is the journalist's baseline for summoners. "uh," he says, struck dumb. "i- yes, you... could say that. but more accurately, i am like him." the priest is a summoner deserving of the respect afforded by the correction, regardless of their difference of ideology.[break][break]
the invitation to join heath is equally as surprising, though in a different manner. kasimir glances at the pink-haired witch, trying to gauge how sincere the offer is. it is tempting to join him in seeking a blessing from bernhardt, he will not deny — he is a summoner, how could he not believe in blessings? and the priest is without doubt one of the strongest in salem — but he is rather reluctant to face bernhardt. coven politics are a complex matter, even discounting the fact that the last time they talked, kasimir was being dragged from the door of death by the priest in question. [break][break]
"thank you for the offer," he says politely, sincere despite the hesitation, "but i.... would rather not seek kirean out in this context. coven politics," he offers as an explanation with a deliberately casual shrug, despite that hardly being the main reason at all. "i hope this day goes well for you, though. you will receive a powerful blessing from him, no doubt." [break][break]
a pause; kasimir offers him a small, wry smile. "there is no need to thank me for the sprites. but if you have further questions regarding them, or summoning in general, i would offer my assistance, if it if use to you."
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