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 astartia zamóre on Jun 4, 2017 20:32:44 GMT
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Hm, Astartia hummed, golden eyes scanning the incoming crowd for a familiar, white-haired, flower-accented head. Where is she? [break] She can’t be far. It’s just hard to see. [break] Salacia was perched across Astartia’s neck and shoulders, though she doubted the snake would stay there for long; she would spurn away conversation, so Astartia had dropped hints that Salacia should do her own thing for a bit and leave the party to her. [break] Astartia adjusted her mask slightly nervously; it was a dark blue half-face cover with obsidian lacing, accented with white curls patterning one side and jutting out a bit from the mask itself. Her outfit was made to match, the contrast of her outfit and her natural features accentuating her appearance nicely. Astartia knew she had to play the part, and she wasn’t new to blending in to get something done. She had even taken the liberty to forego her half-braided hair style, curling her pale-blonde locks to sit pretty on her shoulders and back — or so they would, once Salacia took her leave. [break] Maybe she’s already gone inside? Salacia hummed, motioning to the entranceway. Astartia nodded, resigning herself from trying to find her sister through the mess of the crowd and made her way into the party, Salacia dematerializing as she walked. [break] She was listening in on some conversation as she went, though the snippets she heard were of no help in locating the woman in question — Deirdre Holwell. She’d engaged a few people in conversation, dropping subtle comments to see if they’d give up the woman, or, most importantly, her mask, but it seemed everyone was oblivious. [break] Or acting like they were. [break] Finally, she glimpsed who she was pretty sure to be Lucena — it was hard to mistake her for anyone else — and excused herself, weaving through the crowd before she tapped her sister’s shoulder. “There you are!” she said with a smile.
I've been watching your kindness keep A lonely company Look at the fire and think of me I've been watching you creep Around my wandering feet Trying for years to flee
Lucena breathed out a small careful breath as she approached the entrance of the Masquerade, her once confident stride towards the building turned hesitant as somewhat obvious identities slowly transformed into a sea of masks. She had arrived alone to the party and it appeared that she arrived a bit early as her eyes searched the mass of concealed faces around her; none seemed familiar to her and she was unsure of the whereabouts of her sister, “Astartia, please hurry up…” She mumbled gently to herself, slowly urging herself inside the building and attempting to spark up conversation with the guests to find the person of interest– Ms. Deidre Holwell.
Her attempts seemed fruitless as she slipped further into the crowd, greeted with a similar response from each guest in each brief conversation; it appeared that everyone was being naive towards Holwell’s whereabouts and quite a few were just as interested in getting their own hands on the pages. Lucena almost regretted her decision when it came to her familiar, having dismissed Silas before she entered the party in hopes to draw attention away, if only you were here to provide some sort of eye in the sky… this would have been far easier than this search for the person of the night… She thought to herself, aware that Silas would hear her words and the slight distress behind them though there was only so much he could do for her within the given situation. Hold tight.
She hummed under her breath, carefully excusing herself to the side as she decided to await the arrival of the others than to start the hunt so soon. Lucena gently pushed past a few bodies that stood within her way, mumbling a quiet apology under her breath before she could lean against the wall, or rather one of the several pillars that seemed to hold the room up. She was quiet as she scanned the crowd, her hand reaching to adjust the light pink flowery mask that concealed the upper portion of her face; a mask that appeared to compliment the white dress she wore to the masquerade.
It wasn’t long until she felt a tap on her shoulder and she whisked around to face the culprit, white hair trailing behind as she was close to dismissing the person in question, “Oh, I’m sorry.. I’m actually waiting for-” Her words were cut short upon hearing her sister’s words and her features appeared to relax instantly, “I would have waited at the entrance, but I thought it would look a bit off if I did…” She admitted, an awkward laugh slipping past her lips at her own explanation.
It was all too easy to fit in with this lot. The gentle waltz of music that played outside as he approached the building was a most welcoming and mundane part of his life. Masquerade parties were the most alluring. No one knew of your face, your life, you hid behind a mask all too real for a man like him that made one every day. A mask covered his eyes, made of ivory with golden filigree and accents. The mask took a guise like wings from the sides and his outfit accentuated this color palette. Why, he looked s if he were to be married, featured pristine white and golden embellishments.
Fixing up his hair, tying it up with a piece of ribbon, he began his way past the fountain from outside and up the steps to the doors.
He entered, exuding a calm nobility that must would come to expect of those invited here. Lumin could've whistled at the sight of the ballroom itself. Depictions of cherubs and other grandiose art were laid bare whether from the ceiling to the floor that they tread. Holwell truly outdid himself, he was sure, but this was a noble's way of boasting. It as all hot air, but the true mission was to find the lost page here and any clues he could find would be highly valuable.
Lumin began his usual mental tirade, spouting romantics at the scenery. Everything was so clean, so well manicured! He could live here. A shame, my familiar, that you are of Light. To what we need to do tonight, you being of the Darkness element would be much more helpful. Lumin scoffed after that thought.
How uncouth! I am proud to be radiant that everyone should notice me! He remarked, feathers seemingly ruffled.
Roderick steps into the mass of the fortunate. women taking notice while he passed and greeting them with both a smile and a 'good evening'. It was all it took for hearts to be riled and set ablaze this summer night.
Post by astartia zamóre on Jun 27, 2017 2:12:54 GMT
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“Ah, I see,” she murmured at her sister’s words with a bow of her head. “I had actually been staking out the front a bit for you but gave up; besides, Salacia figured you’d be in here.” [break] Astartia cast another look around, amber eyes scanning the partygoers for any possibly suspicious activity; perhaps she should make some more rounds, just to see what she could uncover? Maybe she had to resort to different tactics that she’d been using, no matter how uncomfortable they might make her — she had to get the job done, and well. [break] Turning her gaze back to Lucena, her lips parted, her voice raised slightly to be heard over the din of the music, she asked, “Have you found out anything of interest? I haven’t gotten anything so far.” [break] Why is this Dierdre woman so difficult to track? She’s the host of the party… it’s more than concerning that she’s made herself invisible. What is she hiding? [break] Spotting a lonesome individual holed up in the corner nursing a drink, Astartia’s eyes narrowed in consideration. “Think we should give that one a go?” she whispered, leaning in toward her sister and gesturing to the man. She paid no mind to the person who was seemingly charming others, deciding against approaching him; he seemed to be prying for information as well, so she doubted he knew anything they could make use of.
