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.
Her salt-and-pepper hair has been dyed a modest black thanks to some underground alchemist that had lent her a hair dye after a few threats to the well-being of her shop. Ah, fond memories.
She looks strange with her hair down and golden earrings in her ears, and a hood to drape over everything else. She looked calm and oddly average. She couldn't say with a straight face that she liked the mission, but it was her first that seemed to be doing something productive...something for the cause. She frowned.
Images of her mother flashed to mind, deluded by Leviathan as though it was some kind of god. Rhea pushed away those thoughts quickly, but she couldn't take her eyes off the package that they were carrying. Rhea was carrying it now in a simple cloth bag but even as she walked her eyes traveled towards the package.
They were supposed to deliver it to an address. She's trusted that paper to the person walking beside her. Shoving away her curiosities and other inner ramblings, she turned to face her partner with a cheery, lazy smile. "Good to meet you, by the way! You been here long?" she kept the question as vague as possible in case the passerby were listening.
She herself had only been in the coven for two years. And she had spent most of that time doing her own thing. But since she'd showed some semblance of interest in the coven, it had shown interest back at her. Though her eyes did not wadner far from her partner, her thoughts travelled to the package constantly, curiosity eating her from the inside.
[attr="class","intext"]Sima liked to dress beautifully. He loved reds and golds, rich things bought with hard earned money. He loved to look beautiful, the kind to make people pause for a moment and simply stare. That was always his goal, except at times like this. Simple, average, and unassuming, no one would look twice at him now and that was his goal for once. It felt weird trying to blend in like this, but there was a certain value to being inconspicuous, so he kept his head down and voice low.
"Likewise." He hummed in response, "Oh, I've only been here a year, maybe a little less? It's not been something I've tried to keep track of." It didn't feel like it'd been a year, though, with how slowly he'd been climbing. It felt like both an eternity and a second, with missions usually consisting of getting flowers for someone to give to their crush or delivering something from point A to point B. Most deliveries weren't like this, though, he'd admit. They had no idea what they were delivering or why, beyond it being an order from the higher ups. His palms itched in anxiety and anticipation. It felt like a certain responsibility had been thrust upon him and he just wasn't sure what to make of it. What were the consequences of failure? He'd never even failed a mission yet, as they'd all been menial enough tasks, but still, just how did Leviathan deal with failure? He'd only scratched the surface of the coven and, honestly, he was a little scared to dig in deeper. Would he ever get to the point where the cost of failure would be his life? He'd joined Leviathan simply because he'd been invited and it felt nice to have others believe he was worth having around, but he'd never really known what he was getting into. All those rumors and fairy tales simply couldn't be true. Suddenly, and before he could rile himself into a panic attack, he stopped his line of thought, cluttering his head with thoughts of how many steps he was taking and how many people were on the street and how many pigeons he could see.
"I think we need to turn here." He said evenly, double checking the paper in his hand and the street sign, "Yeah, yeah, we need to go this way." He wondered what exactly they were carrying that they couldn't take the tram.
"Really?" she asked, a little whistle escaping her lips. Clearly, neither of them liked or were particularly experienced with being inconspicuous. Her hands found their homes inside their pockets as she mulled over the discovery that her partner was new like she was. "You could say the same for me. I've been here for about two years...but for the first I was. How to put this. Missing in action?"
She wouldn't go further than that explanation even if she was asked (or shot, really) point blank. Nevertheless, her mind did travel to the lines of what if she was pried open deeper, and without warning it starting asking all sorts of quests and Rhea was forced to comply. Why, indeed, had they let her mourn so? Why had they let her do absolutely nothing but be drunk and cry miserably like the twenty four year old child she had been?
She couldn't understand the fringes of it, and the thought began to scare her.
What had she gotten herself into?
When her partner spoke up again, Rhea had to spin on her heel to actually make the turn because of how late it registered. "What a spacious place," she said, voice muffled by the thick hanging drapes of sarcasm that seemed to always cover her mouth. The alley they turned to had just enough room for three people to walk shoulder to shoulder, and she could feel it suffocating her even as she stepped in, leading their little party of two. "How long is this alley?" she asked, despite knowing there was no way to know. Suspicion was evident in her voice, but it lost itself in the air without a target to attack. At the edge of the alley, she saw a group of four middle-aged men standing and snarling like dogs, attempting to guard the passage like a gate or at the very least, scrutinize all that went through.
She gritted her teeth, regretted her decision of squeezing in head first. "Looks like trouble, friend..."
[attr="class","intext"]Trouble, ah, just what they needed right now. Sima kept his eyes ahead for a few short seconds before darting back down to the map in his hands. "Any other route will take us way out of our way." He grumbled low, hoping to keep his voice from traveling to those at the end of the alley, "This is by far the fastest way." He looked at Rhea, careful to keep his eyes off of the package. He didn't want to give the men anything that might suggest that they were more than two people who got a little lost and don't mean for any trouble.
Fist fights were rather uncommon for Sima. They'd been in one or two and Aeris had taught him how to throw a punch without breaking his hands, but four on two? This fight, should it happen, would be far from in their favour and he couldn't say with any real confidence that they'd come out on top. He weighed their options. They were representing Leviathan to a client they knew nothing about. This could be the kind of client to cause serious trouble if they failed to do their job on time. It was in their best interest to at least try and, if things started to get a little hairy, they'd take the long way. Better late than dead.
"So, y'know, his dog loves me." His face was bright again with idle, meaningless chatter, all of which he was pulling from off the top of his head. It was better that they looked casual and talking would help with that. "He's this big ol' cloud! But y'know, when he's wet he's so small." Sharp eyes watched the men from the edges, but he was careful not to make eye contact. If they seemed innocent enough, they might be able to pass right through. "It's terrible in summer, though, all that fur. He shaved it all off once and I honestly thought he'd given him away to get a new one. I was so upset." So close, just a little— Ah, an then the men straightened up and blocked the path.
"You can't come through here." Sima did his best to look confused and disappointed rather than frustrated and increasingly irritated.
"Why not?" He asked, brows furrowed, "We just need to pass through, we're not stopping anywhere along this street."
Burning on the dancefloor,to rise like a Phoenix
