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.
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It’s not so much that Philippe tells his witch what he sees before being dispelled forcefully into the astral, it’s a flurry of emotions and half-baked images that the giant jaeger tries to convey before banishment. Corvus can only keep up focus on his own magic and his family before he feels his vision sway and flicker and a sudden punch directly in his gut that visibly makes him stumble. His breathing is hoarse as his body tries to understand the sudden loss of magical energy. Here a second ago and gone the next. The boy is heaving dropping to his knees were it not for Merle, barking twice before jumping himself to somewhere stable as the earth shakes. [break][break]
Corvus is still trying to catch his breath as Philippe goes silent. The flurry of transmission, the chaos of his first battlefield, and the incredibly low pain tolerance all make it difficult for Corvus to engage with reality. His attention zeroed in on trying to fill his lungs completely with air and combat the bile rising in his throat. Merle, a more skilled and experience being snaps tendrils from his form and Corvus’ own shadow, wrapping tightly around the young man and dragging him away from cracking earth. He drops his to safety before Merle snaps his teeth around the illusionist’s clothing to get him to keep moving. They needed to stay safe and stick close to witches that could actually keep a better eye on him that Merle ever would. [break][break]
He was after all, just one dog and while Corvus had his loyalty, there was only so much he could do for him. Corvus half curses, but his nausea is still present. “Should’ve bought a broom when I saw it, Merle. 🤢” He said roughly as he gathered his wits about him. He prods his familiar who’s pride keeps him talking. “That thing’s not completely here, guys! 🤢🤢” he informed not quite sure what could be the meaning of what he’d seen. “Philippe says he saw the things skeleton. The skin’s just shadow. 😵” He had no idea if this would be useful or not but so far, no one else had gotten that close to the beast. Merle herds him, keeping watch of the ground that had stopped shaking for now. The earth was broken and unsteady.
items used | [break] spells used | a subtle touche: scroll #1, scroll of the switch [break] techniques used | firestorm, recolor [break][break]
[attr="class","junescroll"] watch the way reality splinters in presence of will --- watch the way magic seeps into their bones, porous with possibilities, a summoner's song sinking marrow-deep and coaxing out steel-strong resolution.[break][break]
watch the way the purifier's eyes flicker up at the crimson that licks across the sky and the way his grin curves razor-sharp and wild, baring teeth in something unhinged and delighted. basil hones his resolve into a blade's edge and kasimir stokes a wildfire in his lungs, and maddox rothscus is a weapon of the gods / for the gods / to end the gods. [break][break]
the earth roils and cracks; the ground swells and grows like the space between ribs, mangled and breaking. brutality reigns across languages and maddox does not need to watch closely to know how this spells ruination. he is thinking, instead, pulling a poem from the edges of his mind, dissecting it with the detached calmness of a madman. thinks, in the hue of its eyes, the eyes -[break][break]
another splash of scarlet flames --- [break][break]
he's light on his feet, catching himself on the edge of fissures and falling earth, balancing for barely a breath before he's moving each time. it isn't as if he forgets the fate of others, but war is war; you'll have to save yourself. here is a weapon: do not make the mistake of thinking it is made to protect.[break][break]
"kasi-" and this, he roars between the iron-taste in his mouth as he raises an arm metallic, lightning coalescing in his palm, a gamble taken as zeus-incarnate; "explosions-"[break][break]
a snarl, ripping out from between his teeth like a beast enraged, lightning loosing from his palm to shriek forward like a javelin, "aim for its eyes."
Spells used: Tarot Reading Telepathy Guide of Paths
"Tell all your problems"
"make them mine"
There are two paths laid before him. He walks down the road and the path harshly divides into two sections. The bright grey path he has been following and an even brighter mixture of darkness and light. Perhaps a path yet uncrossed. Good or bad yet determined. He didn’t know.
The grey path seemed to lead closer to the transportation district of the city. No doubt trying to transport him to Aiden. He was obviously not within the city as he could not reach him with telepathy. If he was close his friend would allow their connection... right?
The new path calls to him. It feels... almost sad to look at. Yet still maybe it was his desire to fix or heal but that made it even likelier for him to choose it. He stepped towards the path to a sight that was not familiar but... somehow familiar.
Charani walked into the crowd looking at screens. The path stopped dead at a person. He could not see their face, obscured or even blurred perhaps by their angle. He needed to advance.
"Excuse me!” He said trying to not show that nervous energy or anxiety he was attempting to hide in his voice. He would try to place his hand in the persons shoulder as he greeted them. Try to look at them. Follow the path. What would he find? Red haired appeared in the monitor for a flash. Ignore it. Don’t let the worry show.
The ground cracks and whines as the dragon is creature uses its... magic? Or whatever perverse depiction of magic wraiths use in this plane of existence. He can feel the world crumble and shake, his own balance thrown off as the ground begins to tear. Can’t use light magic without exposing himself to the mana sucking power of the wraith. It was clear it was an issue when the flame creature of corvus kasparian vanished along with much of his cousins mana.
A shadowy movement passed by as the canine he’d forced his cousin to spend... well literally his whole wallet on... came to the boys rescue. It wasn’t pleasant or gentle but the creature used its magic to whip him out of harms way at least. The older boy sighing as he pulled out a his Dueling Broom to escape from the cracking ground moving towards where Corvus has landed..
"Come on Zephyr Hart lets get a move on." He wondered what they should be doing. The younger boy looked ready to vomit... no doubt from having his mana forcibly drained by the creature. A skeleton huh? Sounds like they need like a priest or something. Anyone got any holy water? Oh wait. They have holy water. ...well. Um. It was a liquid technically and they do say fire is cleansing? Cool.
"That sounds flammable. Hey Zeph. Think you can get some of these vials up close and personal? I’m sure you can get them closer than I can." He said making a piece sign over his eyes as spine tried to shove a handful of aquapyre potions into tin mans hands. Let the fire show begin! Can’t stop won’t stop. Hell just let him hover on his broom for now and let the show begin.
”Make sure to keep that potion I gave you ready just in case corvus kasparian okay?” It was good to have an escape route ready. Now that didn’t mean it would work as intended but as long as it could get them away from the creature heck it’d be fine. Right into the arms of an even scarier creature. A teenage girl.
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He is not used to the way his vision melts and mutates and for a moment he is almost caught in the panic, if not for the lingering touch of something calming that enveloped the area. Jahr’s form shifts and he is unsure how much of it is due to Charani Petrov ’s power and how much is real. He has no idea how to interpret, and talks with how Charani dealt with his own dreams left him feeling more lost than before they’d started. But there wasn’t any time to overanalyze the damages. He looks up to a broken god, a shadow of itself and he briefly wonders what happened to it? What has brought it back? When wraiths died did they not turn to ash? He watches gold drip, and decides he wants a closer look. [break][break]
Aiden’s vision stabilizes just as Jahr unleashes its first attack, devastating the earth. The ground rumbles and cracks and Aiden starts running again, clutching his wand in his hands, the end pulling out his broom out of his bag of holding. Comically enough, the simple broomstick comes out with a bit of tugging and cursing. The young witch stumbles but gets on easily enough before jumping into the air. ‘You cannot get any closer.’ McKenna orders, speaking up in his mind as Aiden looks down bellow at the broken earth before back at the beast. Efforts were already beginning to redouble. Information pours in from the network he was now sharing. “Whatever the reason, that’s Jahr in name only. It looks like the eyes are the only thing that's solid in there, but there was golden dripping from them. Not sure if that’s just the paste though.” [break][break]
As witches adjust from the attacks, he carefully casts his eyes downwards watching Bailey’s weaving spring forth so quickly. “I don’t think it can cry- I think it’s leaking power.” He adds. What else could it be. “Purifier! Can you see it?” he asked, his own eyes glowing as he attempted to bring back what the visions had shown him. He was going to hedge his bets that, at the moment, it was a little bit more literal than visions typically were. Hopefully. He readies his shears, waiting for the beast to begin casting another spell. If he couldn’t go up there himself, he could at least minimize the damage on his allies.
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items | vision inducement x1, heirloom wand: shears of fortune, [break] spells | integration, bag of holding, clear sight: alchemy, break flow [break] techniques | concussion wave, [break]
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Last Edit: Feb 2, 2020 22:57:58 GMT by aiden emerson
Post by heath ambroise on Feb 2, 2020 23:19:45 GMT
Having no access to your familiar really drove home how lacking one could be in offensive power. Heath found himself in this situation as the ground began to quake and the monster began to roar. Still as he watched the destruction get closer to his home and rock the foundation of the town he gets increasingly more annoyed and frustrated. The information flowing through Zeph’s network doesn’t make things any easier. For now, he focused on getting himself to stable ground. “I miss you Sinclair!” he hisses as he watched rock tumble away and keeps running, unwilling to force out his familiar just yet.
He manages just fine on his own, staying upright for the most part. Better that that kid he spots near his friend hanging onto his dog for dear life. Yeah, at least he wasn’t that guy. He moves in closer ot the beast, cursing his lack of range as he moved forward and pointed his want up at the wraith’s eyes. Once more, the pinkette muttered something dark under his breath, before focusing his energy into the shape of parasitic mushrooms. For now, Heath focused all his energy on planting the seeds of decay in the left eye, urging the new fungi to rip into whatever power they could. Before getting ready to move again
spells used: entangle, impassive bush, commune, woodshapers spear, fungal decay: flesh and bones techniques used: storm of swallows items used:
Jelly hopes it would delay from attacking. More and more spells are cast and she could feel them greatly contributing to this monster's defeat in some way; hers, however, are nothing more but weak distractions that are most unlikely to divert the monster's attention. But her clones are there, still, and even if they have but little time left before they disintegrate, they keep attacking the beast, bright stardust flying everywhere as they punch at where Jahr's eyes are. Meanwhile, here she is, glowing red, focusing on her spell to further intensify the crimson of her appearance even more.
She looks back at Obelisk in the fishbowl and remembers Maddox screaming to take their familiars out... she forgets what happens if wraiths come in contact with familiars, and it's rather unfortunate. "Obe," She begins, red eyes glowing bright and it almost blinds her familiar and herself, "Stay back." And as she says this, Obelisk understands, and immediately dissipates out of midair. She sighs, a soft one, and focuses on her next move.
But as she turns, the ground shakes, and suddenly she has so much trouble standing. It takes her a moment to realize that the Jahr has finally decided to attack; wide eyes move to where the large beast is, her form suddenly shook with a little fear.
Oh no, it has decided to retaliate. But she is ready and so are those around her, even if they don't seem to be. Even as the ground shakes, she keeps her ground, and listens to the sounds of war all around her; but it's not all war, however, as there is still communication, her mind linked with the atheneum interface cast earlier with the other witches on tow.
One of the witches tell them of their familiar being witness to Jahr's skeleton, or what could have been its skeleton, based on the description. It makes her cringe, just imagining what it's insides could be, despite her love for shadows. But she does not focus on that for now, only weaves her fingers through the darkness around her and pulls it like strings; they immediately stick to her fingers like paste, and they help her pull her up through the broken grounds so she may go near that monster.
Maddox instructs to aim for its eyes; well, that's what they've been trying to do from earlier, wasn't it? But she nods, and grunts as she keeps pulling at the shadows like ropes. "Good idea," She simply says, watching as her clones keep attacking Jahr with the last bit of strength that they have. "I'm coming in close. You all got any bombs or explosions you wanna send so I can hurl it at it's face?" She asks through the interface, hair burning like flame as she continues her trek with her sticky ropes.
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TECHNIQUES AND SPELLS USED: - Night Vision - Feast of the Butterflies - ILLUSIONIST’S HANDBOOK: CLOAKING SCROLL - ASTRAGIC GRIMOIRE: GEMINI THE TWINS - THE ILLUSIONIST’S NEW HANDBOOK: LUNAR GLAMOUR - Skill: Sticky Shadows
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Feb 5, 2020 14:16:48 GMT
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he tastes ashes on his tongue, ashes and thorns and incandescence, like the heart of a wildfire brewing in his lungs. kirjava's heartbeat echoes a war-beat in his ears and her bloodlust a regalia of gold. stay back, is the recommendations to all familiars, stay back and let the witches fight, but oh, oh; she is all flame-fury determination with teeth too sharp to dull. a step in materiality, a series of flame bombs blue with sacred fire, another step and she vanishes like mist in the morning light. [break][break]
maddox's shout echoes in his ears. kasimir darts up right up to jahr's face, baring his too-blunt teeth in the face of those giant gleaming eyes; a stream of swallows launch themselves towards the eyes and explode in burning mana. he flies up and away and out of reach, and rinse and repeat--
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[attr="class","gearcore"] His head whips around at Billy shouting his name, somehow louder than the barrage of magical attacks. He offers his friend / cousin / bad influence / partner in literal crime a two fingered salute in greeting. Corvus and his dog are close, too, staggering behind. The poor guy looks like he'd been hit by a train, and when he relays some information that his familiar uncovered, Zeph can hazard a theory why.
Before he can properly reply, the earth begins to rumble and crack. The sensation of the very ground beneath his feet acting against him is nothing short of alien to the earth elementalist who normally has his familiar materialized 24/7. Even so, he stumbles only briefly, as his newly advanced prosthetics are quick to correct their balance in the same way they correct for the rolling motions of a ship. Windows rattle and boards splinter; Zephyr does not have high hopes for the structural integrity of the town by the time this battle is over.
"Corv, ya can't go passin' out on us already," he huffs under his breath as he rights himself, crouches, then leaps an inhuman distance over a newly-forming fissure to close the gap between himself and his adopted family. He doesn't offer any warning before he sticks the connectors of a magic canister straight into the skin of Corvus's shoulder to help replenish his drained mana. "Don't pull the mana out too quick -- else you'll hit a nasty crash th' moment it's dry!" the crafter shouts over the din, giving Corvus a reassuring pat on the shoulder (with just a bit more confidence than he feels).
The next thing he knows, Billy's shoving potions (aquapyre, surely -- it's always aquapyre with him) into his hands. "Hold up, what part of shadowy skeleton dragon sounded flammable t' you??" he incredulously counters, now mostly focused on making sure he doesn't accidentally drop one of the delicate vials. Even so, the gears in his mind are clearly turning, figuring out the best way to get something from ground level to all the way up there without endangering himself (considering both the presence of the wraith, as well as the barrage of offensive spells being flung by the witches trying to destroy it). "Okay. Okay okay okay..." he says, shifting the vials into one arm as he reaches into one of his bags with the other. He has the same look he gets when he's going along with one of Billy's reckless plans or tinkering with a new crafting design and kind of doesn't expect it work, but really wants to see what happens if it does.
After a few seconds of many under-breath curses, dropped parts, and some impressive acts of balance, Zephyr has successfully gotten all of the vials into a bag and tied it to what appears to be some sort of surfboard with fabric and other mechanisms folded along the top. "Just so we're clear, you're gonna owe me for parts if we both survive this," Zeph says, eyeing Billy with a narrow glare before yanking a knot tight, pushing a lever in place and causing the contraption to start flying straight upwards, unmanned. The bundle of explosive potions is secured at its side, its destination the center of the wraith above.
(spells used:) the modern athenian: infocasting vibrionus gates magic canister cloudcutter
"A seer?" Desmond echoes the secretary's offer with a raised brow. It didn't exactly seem like an appropriate time to be looking for supernatural guidance. It was far too late to do much about it. Maybe it was someone looking for him specifically? Surely Kirean was busy purifying well-off properties where the shadow hadn't yet touched, and it wasn't as if competent seers could be hired in abundance.
Which, of course, raised the question of whether or not it was a good idea to accept the offer. Despite his attempts to eliminate them, Desmond was not devoid of enemies. Though he had numerous, he wasn't sure he'd made any who resented him enough to specifically target him on the edge of a potential Armageddon.
"If the payment's above my usual rates, and half's paid up front, then that's fine," he finally decides after a silent moment of contemplation. If they really needed a seer so desperately, then they'd just have to deal with his his sleep-deprived, disheveled image.
The abomination continues to flinch back at the heat of the magical blasts, though for what reason remains unclear. It does not bleed, nor move in such a way to suggest that it has been harmed in any significant way. The continued hostilities appear to merely agitate it, which was a cause for concern for those who continued to use elemental attacks against it. The speed at which their mana drained could be felt clearly, and was reaching a truly alarming rate of acceleration, even for those who normally practiced affinities with a heavy mana demand. [break][break] The first change occurs from the unified efforts of maddox rothscus ✨ and kasimir burovski ✨, who strike around the creature's ruined eyes with explosive force. Though quite impossible to see from the ground and behind the flashing pyrotechnics of the fight, it is enough to blow a few of the golden scales loose. aiden emerson, though, with a diviner's power still coursing through his system, is practically compelled to notice two of the glistening tears fall to the ground, not far from the town's ruined docks. He would also see the hallucinated eyes of the false-god blaze with renewed fury. [break][break] In this same moment, the earthquake stops with the same abrupt suddenness of a crack of lightning in a stormless sky. [break][break] This does not mean the danger is over, however. The tail of Jahr crashes downwards, snapping through the threads and shadows binding it down and sweeping through a row of buildings, leaving them thoroughly demolished before it arcs back up to join the rest of the monster's body. With little time to recover from this initial strike, shadow tendrils burst from the cracked earth and begin to constrict all those still standing on it. [break][break] Seconds later, heath ambroise's mushrooms planted in the eye sockets of the beast inexplicably turn into snakes, and fall back towards the earth. Oddly enough, he, as well as @caleb, Billy Kasparian, and Zephyr Hart have seen this specific coloration of snake before, from when Billy was cursed in Blackmoor swamp when on the hunt for the elusive Lizardman... [break][break] Zephyr Hart's cloudcutter carrying a bag of Billy Kasparian's aquapyre potions rockets straight into the coiling mass of the beast, slipping past its shadowy outer image and bursting apart on contact with its spine. The warm, unrelenting flames shine through the shadow and clearly show the crisscrossing linkage of bones beneath. And at the edge of the reddish glow, for just an instant, a dark orb which doesn't appear to be part of the skeletal structure slips back into the darkness, as the body again pulls away from the flame's heat. [break][break]
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The leader of the Jester's Den is not known for his academic prowess like Bailey, nor for having especially flashy magic like his second in command. But, just because he is not at the very top of the rankings for such things does not mean these are areas of weakness. He had read the legends, and had enough practical experience with wraiths to know more about them than most. [break][break] And, he sees now that there is at least some truth to the legends, as the summoner's blue flames do nothing to pierce the veil of Jhar's shadowy form, while the more reddish flames of aquapyre shine through. [break][break] He stands atop a semitransparent film of stardust, hovering some meters above the increasingly perilous ground. And he reaches skyward with his magic, past the Jhar, past the clouds, pulling the stardust he knew to be hidden in the darkness past the dome of Earth's sky. He calls to the remnants of so many red dwarf stars and implores them to rain celestial destruction atop the wraith above. [break][break] Bursts of red light pepper the monster, showing flashes of bone and, ever-so rarely, the silhouetted sphere. It is always quick to slip away, but finds the dark areas of solace waning.
[break][break]( In Mirrorlight Metropolis, the cloaked stranger whips their head around like a startled animal at Charani Petrov's call, her mismatched eyes wide with worry -- though, it is unclear whether she is afraid of being approached by a stranger, or from the events on the atheneum screen. The unobstructed view of her face makes two points abundantly clear. First: this half-wrinkled, half-grayed face perfectly matches the description of the rogue necromancer which the Helios Knights want imprisoned. Second: you have seen this face before -- the younger half of it, at least -- backed by fireworks and dressed in red in a vision prompted by Ezra's tarot card.
[break][break]The woman keeps herself at arms length, and pulls the hood of her cloak further over the elder half of her face, not wanting to attract any more prying eyes. Leveling Charani with a wary, but questioning look, she deliberately points to herself, then to the screen. She repeats the process, and for good measure makes a walking motion with two of her fingers, trying to get her point across without words she knows will not be understood. )
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[break][break]( Desmond Grey promptly has a paper contract shoved into his hands the moment he agrees to the vague request. "Best be quick about it, then. Hurry over to the personal elluvians when you're done. Yours'll be number six," the secretary instructs before returning to fielding calls with new contract requests via mirror link.
[break][break]Should he follow through with the contract, the seer would find himself in a neatly kept administrative room about halfway up the Jester's Den headquarters in Mirrorlight Metropolis. Odd, but not the worst place he could've ended up. A pleasantly-smiling brown haired woman greets him as he is fully through the mirror. "Good morning, sir. My name is Hestia and I'm a member of the Jester's Den. I hope you'll excuse me for skipping the pleasantries, but we'd like you to help us keep damage to Eclipse Town to a minimum. I'm in contact with coven members on the front lines, and we'd like all the guidance we can get." She motions to a shallow pool of water, an atheneum screen showing multiple angles of the fight, and various crystal orbs, "Please let us know if there's anything else needed to help your abilities." )
Spells used: Tarot Reading Telepathy Guide of Paths
"Tell all your problems"
"make them mine"
The woman makes no sounds, keeping herself at arms length. Her face looks... cursed perhaps? Something isn’t correct... or right at least with her. She looks so familiar though. So familiar, like a dream... or... well a vision to be precise.
Walking motions towards the screen? Did she desire to go there? Maybe she could do something? Or maybe she would cause a calamity to befall them all. He didn’t know. Couldn’t know even with his magic of insight.
“You look like the girl from my vision... in the red dress... and you want to go there? To where that creature is?” The boy was at least someone confident in this conclusion. He was more talking to himself than to her. He couldn’t blame her... he also had a desire to go there. A feeling drawing him there. Though how much was his magic and how much his desire to be with aiden emerson was up to vigorous debate.
”That creature... can it be stopped? You... did before right?” Or did she? It could not be literal... his vision... though with the past his visions did tend to be much more literal than scrying into the future. You never known though.
"I can’t take you there if you’d like. We just need to move quickly... I’m sure it won’t be long before the eluvians in the city are destroyed” He said trying to not show that nervous energy or anxiety he was attempting to hide in his voice. He would try to get them in the right direction. If she agreed they’d run to the closest eluvian. They had to make it there... quickly. Run. Run to your knight young prince.
Something has been niggling at her all day, a bad feeling in the pits of her stomach that she has no name for.
It can't be the company, or even just a terrible mood. Ling loves hanging out with Astartia, she really does - she adores the other girl, who has ever been so kind and friendly to her - but there's just... something that's not right, something that itches at her and casts a shadow over this otherwise beautiful day. "I'm so sorry!" she says to Astartia, snapping back to the present after zoning out again. Trying for her usual bright smile to reassure her friend, even Ling feels unconvinced by it, and she can't even see it! "I don't know what's wrong with me today! Maybe I'm just tired out by the festival haha..."
Before her friend can respond, the feeling in her chest abruptly increases by a magnitude so great she literally stumbles where she stands. Her knees wobble and her hand flies to her heart, the beating of it suddenly drowning out all other noise. Her face goes bone-white. "Oh," she says; and suddenly knows she has to be elsewhere.
Her feet know where to go even if her mind doesn't. Valkea runs beside her, a streak of white racing through the streets towards the pull of gravity - there is an urgency that cannot be ignored, fate that tastes of copper and ashes; her eyes flare gold. There are no thoughts here. Just the need to run run run, before it's too late like a drumbeat in her ears, adrenaline in her veins.
It doesn't even register how she gets there, how she got past the witches and through the mirror, how she ran straight to the heart of the fight. But she blinks, and she is there, the terrifying monster towering over her even as there is a resolution in her chest, the feeling stopped. Her coven leader is here, as is her idol - but Ling is not thinking of either. Even as her fingers trace out the curves of Ansuz as if guided by some instinct or higher power ( 'reveal' she whispers with a flare of mana, 'let me know, show me, reveal your secrets' ), her mind is racing, and she knows. Oh yes, Ling knows of the stories, the legends.
Post by astartia zamóre on Feb 21, 2020 7:22:00 GMT
i had a dream that you couldn't hear me screaming.
dread has lodged itself between astartia’s back teeth, a dull ache compounding at the hinge of her jaw and up toward her temples. salacia lingers in her periphery, but does not show herself; at least against the jabs of pain, there is a soothing presence passing over her wounds. [break][break] it helps to be with ling; reminds astartia that to exist is to be nuanced, and the world is full of color over the stark, monochromatic eye she is so accustomed to. and yet, even her companion seems perturbed— restless. [break][break] “it’s no bother,” she goes to say, and perhaps, should the words empty from her lips, the needling sense of unease could find its way from her teeth to her tongue. but her voice falls before it could ever get up, because soon ling has vanished, a bird— flighty and blurred, though astartia is not without a keen eye. [break][break] she wants to call the witch back, wants so desperately not to be drawn to the town she could call her only sense of home, wants to see elisa again, but not devoured, and yet— the huntress gives chase. through the crowd, through molten pathways, following the traces of her friend. [break][break] and then the world once again grows bleak. she loses her colors. but she cannot back away. [break][break] but what can she do?
[attr="class","dorado2"]it takes meifon no more than knowing that there is a fight, there are people who need help, there is need for knights and magic and swords and steel, to dive straight into the fray. no hesitation, no wavering - she was made to fight, and so fight she will. "zhihao!" she calls, already moving, eyes alight with tempest, lightning flickering along the curves of her bones. "the wraith- the monster- it's in eclipse!" words do not come easily when her entire body is thrumming with the pre-storm rush, but she does not need to say anything for her intention to be clear: she is going unto the fray.
her familiar stirs, like the awakening of an ancient mountain god, judging her actions and her heart, but he says nothing. léi-fēng never does. he simply watches as she prepared for war, waits.
meifon knows she has few spells and experience fewer still, but she cannot simply stand here and do nothing when there are lives in danger nearby. she may not have magic as flashy as the summoners, or eyes to the divine like the seers, but she has a sword that has not failed her yet, and a ferocity in her blood that will not be silenced. with a blade sharpened by magic, she dives into the fray, steel flashing in her hands as she seeks to make an annoyance of herself to the monster.