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.
She held her broomstick, a specially designed ice-blue Vajra 9.8 to the sky as she scanned the minor crowd that's gathered today to observe what would normally be a training session. But it's not. For the past month she had been using her skills as the captain of the Jester's Den Quidditch Club to train little kids in their neighborhoods, a tailored quest the council had given to her...and to Leo Varley, someone she had known for far too long. [break][break]
He was on his broom, a Scarlet Speedster of a version she didn't know of, a quarter of a kilometer or so above her.[break][break]
And so they had gotten into an argument, her and this so called captain of the Helios Knights Association for Quidditch. And they'd decided they'd make an open stadium night for anyone willing to come and show off their moves, select a randomly organized team and pit against each other the next full moon. [break][break]
She saw Leo make a gesture for her to come at him and she snorted, jumping and positioning the broomstick underneath her. The Vajra seemed to instinctively take off at this, soaring into the sky until the hovered at the same altitude, despite being yards and yards apart.[break][break]
She spun a wand to her mouth, successfully casting a loudening charm.[break][break]
"--young and old," continued leo, his own loudening charm having been active for a while as he had shepherded the little kids into setting the stage for the afternoon's event. "today the yellowind stadium is open to any that will test their mettle on this Quidditch pitch. approximately three dozen comets have been lent to us by our generous sponsors, and anyone at all is free to take up the brooms and show off their skills."[break][break]
from his left, he heard jessica's voice. "and at the end of the day, we will be selecting two different teams for the special chance of training with us and chance participating in a round of friendly matches between the helios knights and jester's den!"[break][break]
on that cue, leo whistled, and a bunch of young witches unloaded huge boxes and released them into the air. quaffles, bludgers and a few snitches took to the skies as the crowd took to their brooms.[break][break] it was tryout season, and it was time to begin.[break][break]
jessica and leo, while appearing like friendly colleagues partaking in the same sport (albeit on different teams) actually have...quite the history. regardless, they have both staged this out of their power as team captains to bet on their training skills. they've given each other a time of one month to pick and train a completely new team and prove to the other that they can win in the spirit of leaders and coaches alone. something else s of course at stake, but neither will mention what. [break][break] regardless, for your character, this could mean their official lucky break into the world of quidditch as both o'riley and varley are well-known jerseys that fans often sport. there is a huge stadium and a huge crowd-- where does your character stand in this mess? your character is allowed a total of ten feat attempts. [break][break] in each post, they can attempt a feat such as catching a snitch or saving a goal, or scoring a goal or hitting a target with a bludger. depending on the position they're applying for, they can try different things to impress Jessica and Leo. you also have the liberty to designate a rank to each feat. [break][break] d rank = roll must be 15 and above[break] c rank = roll must be 30 and above[break] b rank = roll must be 50 and above[break] a rank = roll must be 70 and above[break] [break][break] however, if your post calls out a c-ranked feat and you roll a 100 you will only be rewarded for a c-ranked feat. be careful what you wish for! the more points you obtain at the end, the more likely it is that you will be scouted by jessica and leo. staff intervention will also occur, however, and this may change the setting and circumstace so keep an eye out. interact with each other or sabotage other player's attempts-- quidditch is a semi-contact sport, after all! [break][break] if a post is found to have been edited without prior staff notification, it will immediately be disqualified. [break][break] you can have as many successful feats as you can manage out of the 10 attempts. please refrain from double posting, however!
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There is no way in hell that Pepper is going to miss out on such a big quidditch event. O'Riley and Varley, pitching together the teams? Yeah, he's there. O'Riley, he's not such an admirer of as Varley - a Helios Knight chaser. There was once when Pepper wanted to be a chaser, but he agrees that he's better suited to Beater. [break][break] But it's not so much the captains that brought him here. No, what lead him here was the quidditch itself. He loves the sport, loves the rush it gives him, loves that feeling of being in the air and free. He also loves the fact that he can whack the bludgers at others - it's a way to get out his neverending frustration.[break][break] He played quidditch back in the uni, and he doesn't doubt that he'll see at least one familiar face in the crowd of players swarming onto the pitch. The free-for-all tryout has brought many a witch to the stadium. And of all ages, shapes, and sizes, too. Pepper scoffs as he sees a more elderly witch try to fly a broom for what looks like the male's first time. But whatever - he won't mind seeing failure while he rises to the top.[break][break] But the scene reminds him of when he first got on a broom himself. It's a memory that creeps into his mind without warning nor warrant, and he grits his teeth as he shoves it away. He doesn't want to think back to the past. He never has.[break][break] "Whatever," he mutters to no one in particular as he hops on a broom and speeds up into the sky, beater's bat in hand and bludger tucked under his arm. He swivels easily to a stop, facing one of the targets from a good ways away. If anything, his impatience placed him a little further than he'd like, but again - whatever.[break][break] Whatever, he thinks again, still trying to focus solely on the bludger in his palm and the bat he's about to swing at it. "A little warm-up," he says to himself, carefully taking aim. He lets out a breath. Inhale. Exhale.[break][break] He swings.[break][break] Pepper is not the type to hold back. The bat hits the bludger with full force, and the iron ball screams its way towards the target.[break][break] Whatever the result, Pepper descends to the playing pitch to retrieve the bludger. In doing so, however, his landing is quick and slightly rushed, and he bumps into someone as he dismounts from his broom.[break][break] "Watch it!" he snaps, giving the person a glare.[break][break] tl;dr: Pepper hits a bludger, hard (c rank feat). Kinda hopes to see the sass squad. Descends after his attempt and bumps into someone.[break][break] AzP9OIVz
Cassius scratched the back of his head, his makeshift prosthetic feeling strange. He didn’t really think he would ever get used to it, the solidified shadows filling up the tied rags making it look like it belonged more to a mummy than a man. Everyone else sat flying around, Beaters bashing the hurling Bludgers, Chasers making elaborate air acrobatics as they tossed around the Quaffle, Seekers attempting to outrun the others in pursuit of the Snitch…and then there was him, playing the Keeper, waiting to do his best to try and block incoming shots. Another person currently sat hovering in front of the goals as others took turns making tosses at the goals for him to knock away.
Cassius didn’t really know if he had much of a chance. Many of the people here were long time players of the sport, and he himself hadn’t really thought too much about it personally. He’d watched it enough, but didn’t really ever give it an attempt himself, always had other things to do he guessed. The only real thing that drew him out here was the simple fact that this game was going to be between Jester’s Den, his coven, and the Helios Knights, which as far as he was concerned, was filled with entitled pricks and self-righteous assholes, with few exceptions.
Suddenly there was the screeching of a nearby whistle, causing Cassius’ head to involuntarily jerk up as the previous person trying out stopped and flew out. “Cassius Constantine!” called out the person judging the Keepers. “Here!” he called out in response, willing his broom up in front of the goals, turning to face the judge. She nodded at him towards his arm, he himself raising it and flexing it and his fingers to show he was good. The judge just gave a bit of a head nod toward him before turning to the professional Chasers to start hurling the balls, giving a quick and loud tweet.
The first ball rocketed towards the left-most goal with a mean hook. The chasers weren’t goofing around, and he could tell immediately that this was going to be one hell of a tryout as they weren’t going to go easy just cause he was a cripple. Not that he cared, if anything it motivated him as he rocketed to intercept the crazy curve.
[attr="class","econtent"]GUILTY PLEASURE, is what it is. he probably has something better to do -- help out at the café, poring over books at the library -- but alas, here he is, ( arguably ) suffocating in the masses who gather at the stadium. like them, his eyes are trained on the figures sitting astride broomsticks far above, specifically on the coven's resident captain. mentally, hamster mumbles something about elih being too scared to play, and elih, who is painfully aware of his own plentiful shortcomings, doesn't deign it with an answer.[break][break]
not that he's a stranger to flying brooms -- it is a part of his childhood which he's abandoned, left unpracticed for quite some time save for a brief stint in university ( wherein he had fractured his ribs in the first match, and forfeited his position shortly after ) -- but there's something terribly daunting about a free-for-all try-out. perhaps it's the amount of people clustered around the brooms. it probably is. he spies someone take off with ease that can only come from practice, and finds himself unable to stop from being just a little jealous of their brazen effortlessness.[break][break]
somehow, elih finds himself pushed along by the crowd, uncomfortably scooting his way along while avoiding being elbowed in the face by people excitedly raising their arms for a turn ( not that he would hold any grudge against someone should he get somehow hurt ). the edge of the crowd is his horizon amid this sea of people, and he manoeuvres his way towards it, letting out a little sigh when he finally breaks free.[break][break]
but ( but! ) he finds a broom shoved into his hands, and a bat similarly offered to him. the witch who had done so grumbling under their breath, shaking their arm as though trying to regain feeling. it adds a little more to the growing pit in his stomach when he realises this is, indeed, a beater's bat, and that there is a bludger some ways above, taunting.[break][break]
the expectant stare from the witch is enough to pressure him into scrambling onto the broom, repeating his silent protest of 'no, please no, this is going to go badly i'm probably going to break my arm or fall off my broom--' like a sadly discouraging mantra. nonetheless, when the bludger screeches towards him, ten-inch-diameter of merciless iron, he panicks. swings. hits.[break][break]
target on the horizon, the bludger reverses its trajectory, and elih watches it fly off with some relief.[break][break]
'you have to go collect it, you know.' hamster, ever vigilant, interrupts his reverie mildly.[break][break]
Okay, Sybil is under NO illusion that he is amazing or cool or sporty or anything like that. So many people had told him how he lacks magical abilities, or any talent in fact.
But he loved quidditch.
Well, not the entirety of quidditch as such... He just liked flying on a broom and staying out of peoples way. Which is why, this small bean was well suited for the seeker position. Sybil had learned to be small, so chasing after the snitch shouldn't be too hard right?
After a few (failed) attempts at summoning his broom, Sybil was finally in the air! Flying a broom was one of the very few things he enjoyed learning back at home, but of course when his brothers joined in they always made him a defender (which lead to many bruises). After a while of flying around, Sybil was getting very self conscious about how large the crowd was, how noisy the people were... He had to hover there for a second as he took in deep breaths.
Of course his familiar had something to say about this. But of course instead of 'saying' anything, he just did that ghostly scream inside of Sybil's mind, which translated to, 'Just focus on your goal.'
"Right." Sybil said with determination, scanning the area with narrowed eyes. It was hard to see anything with all these people flying around, but eventually, he saw another person chasing something... "The snitch?" he whispered, raising an eyebrow.
A flash of gold glimmered in the sunlight for a split second.
"The snitch!" he chimed, leaning forwards as he started tracking down the movement of the golden feathered orb. It was very hard actually, like chasing a fly. The moment you get close to it, it vanishes and you have to relocate it again. But bit by bit, he was gaining on it and would repeatedly try to grab it with his gloved hands.
[attr="class","gearcore"] As a general rule, Zephyr was awful at just about any sport involving a ball.
It wasn't that he wasn't fit -- on the contrary losing a few of his limbs made him appreciate the functionality of the parts he had left. Having only one eye, however, made his depth perception absolutely abysmal. Catching, blocking, or hitting quidditch balls usually resulted in him missing from misjudging the distance. He'd pull off an impressive feat occasionally, but only due to dumb luck.
That said, he wasn't here to get scouted.
He was here to use some Knights for target practice with a bludger.
He hovers near the ground with Spock hanging from the shaft of the broom, and nearly gets himself hit with a bludger himself. "Woah--" he gasps as he dodges more quickly than necessary. Thankfully, the bludger isn't activated, so it lands on the ground with a lifeless thud.
The owner quickly comes to retrieve it, dismounting his broom so quickly that he bumps into Zephyr. The blonde opens his mouth to offer a quick apology, but before he has a chance, the stranger snaps at him. Both he and Spock stare at him for a brief moment in bewilderment. Was quidditch seriously that competitive? Damn, they needed to step up their aggression.
"Fuck yourself." Zeph replies bluntly, not angry, but certainly looking to start a fight. He kicks up the ball with his foot and hits it himself, aiming as well as he could at some kid who looked like he was reaching for a snitch. Spock assists by showing her middle finger on all four of he limbs to the stranger. What a babe.
@quidditch nerds tldr; hits pepper's bludger in sybil's direction A rank attempt Hr8ErKbh failure effects (b/c why not): 1-14 = doesn't even hit the ball & unintentionally hits pepper's face instead 15-29 = barely nicks the ball, nicely setting pepper up to hit it himself 30-49 = sort of hits the ball, but it doesn't fly nearly far enough 50-69 = almost hits Sybil, but not quite
[attr="class","jlyrics"]if you seek peace prepare for war
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@quidditch bbies
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Quidditch. The sport was almost nostalgic for Julius. He hadn't played it since coming to Sundial, considering the university's stadium was bigger than one of the large event stadiums in Sundial and the city of ports never failed to disappoint. That being said, it had produced some pretty good athletes in the last few years and O'Riley and Varley were some of them. [break][break] Did he want to get scouted? He wondered what kind of irony it would be for Varley to decide to want him on his team (and what, if only, kind of hell he'd raise for the sake of it). But in the end, he felt he wouldn't be able to come up with a suitable excuse for not trying so he tried anyway. [break][break] The comet was speedy and instinctive, and not really a broom he was used to. It was enough to blame if his attempt went awry and that would be sufficient for now. Julius kicked up into the sky, wobbly first meters quickly stabilizing as he took up position at a middle altitude- the one that most players seemed comfortable with. [break][break] Before long, the Quaffle found itself in his hands and Julius attempted to weave through some players on the other side to score. On purpose, he attempted to get the ball through a hoop where a keeper was present and alert. The bigger the feat, the better the impact. Right? [break][break] a-rank attempt to score against beaters and a keeper [break][break] IlFnz9_F
"Oh my goodness this thing is so fast!" he exclaimed, always reaching out his arms and swiping to try and catch it. But that wasn't the hard part at all, the hardest part of catching the snitch was just keeping track of the bloody thing. As his fingers clamped together, he opened his hand to realise that he hadn't caught a single thing. And now, he was hovering in the middle of the sky, with people whizzing around him on their broomsticks. "Darn!"
He'd resume looking for it again, but instead of catching sight of the golden snitch, he'd notice a young man taking aim with the bludger. As his arm swung round, Sybil wouldn't even move. He'd just squeeze his eyes shut and cling close to the broomstick, making a pathetic 'eek!' sound. He waited. And waited. But nothing? He was still alive!
Opening one eye first, he'd spot that the ball hadn't even come for him. Did he miss? Or was he aiming for someone else? Not wanting to find out, Sybil would be off again, trying to find the snitch.
[attr="class","peppershakernotes"] "I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been"
The person he's bumped into mutters a "fuck yourself" to Pepper, which his own sharp ears catch quite nicely. And - is that a monkey? It's flipping him the bird. Four times - one for every limb. He's irrationally admiring the monkey's spirit (after all how many people can give you the middle finger four times at once?), but also feels that familiar coursing anger in him. An anger he hasn't let go of for years.[break][break] He doesn't hesitate to return the male's quip. As much as he'd love to turn it into a fistfight and reply with a 'fuck you', he also knows that it's probably not the best idea right now. "You wish you could," Pepper replies with a scoff. He watches as the other (whom he's noticed has burn scars on his face) kicks the ball upwards and tries to hit it - and misses.[break][break] It's placed nicely for Pepper to hit it though, so he winds up his arm and bat to do so when he notices a familiar face out of the corner of his eye. His reaction is instinctive, and he immediately changes his aim to target the male trying to score one on a keeper.[break][break] If it succeeds, it'll at least grab Julius' attention. Or it should - a bludger to the gut does wonders. [break][break] tl;dr: Pepper snarks at Zeph, aims bludger at Julius. A rank attempt.[break][break] ghZTcuQX
Just spectating, cheering on her friends, being an ass.
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there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying
that i should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
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She's here because
she knows her friends are going to be, too. There's no deeper meaning behind her presence in one of the many empty seats surrounding Yellowind Stadium's field. Erin could appreciate quidditch as much as the next witch. It was one of the most popular sports in Salem for a good reason. She even went as far as to play it herself back in her uni days with the gang, but she'd never been a big player herself and had no interest in trying out for this team, whatever it was called. She's pretty sure she heard something about a Helios Knights and Jester's Den joint effort, which was already indicative of how low she ought to keep her expectations.
Of course, that doesn't mean she won't stir trouble while she's around. A young lady had to have fun somehow.
Fun, as she would call it, doesn't take long to find its way into this seemingly peaceful stadium. Pepper is the first to take off into the sky, and send a bludger flying right into Zephyr. Her eyes go wide in recognition. Erin did not take the blonde as the type to be into quidditch at all. She did not expect him to be there, but he was, and she was dying to see what he'd do next. What he'd do to Pepper, specifically.
Snorting would be too unladylike for Erin to admit to having done it. Still, that's really the only way to describe the sound she makes when she watches her fellow Leviathan completely miss the bludger, instead setting it up just in the right position for Pepper to go at it again. Which he clearly isn't slow enough to take advantage of: after a perfectly angled collision with his bat, the bludger is sent flying in none other than Julius's direction, and that does make Erin laugh heartily.
"You go, Peps!" she cheers from the safety of the tribunes. Oh, she did not regret coming to spectate one bit.
Nope. Nothing. How embarrassing. Sybil continued to hover there, absolutely clueless as to where this thing had gone. Not a flash of gold light anywhere, not even a clue. There were too many people flying around so it was hard to figure out who was doing what. Sybil even tried looking for other seekers to see if they had found it.
"Maybe I'm not cut out for this after all." he groaned, slumping against his broomstick.
'AAaaaaOO ArAA SEeeassSSs'
"Huh? What do you mean someones heading towards me?" Sybil question his familiar, turning around. There was nobody heading his way, what was Arveen talking about? Then it hit him, the sudden realisation that he was in the air. There were many different angles he could be hit.
"WAAH!" two other witches who were having their own little brawl weren't looking where they were going and smashed right into Sybil. The poor boy lost his balance and fell, having to grab hold of his broomstick and hang there for a while.
'SssSS AARaUoOORas'
'YES I KNOW I'M ABOUT TO FALL YOU DON'T NEED TO TELL ME THAT!' Sybil mentally shouted, trying to pull himself back on. Eventually he did so, cursing and snapping at the two guys who were nowhere near him now.
"Where's that bloody snitch?" he grunted again. Was this Sybil's secret competitive side coming out?!
[attr="class","gearcore"] "Shit..." Zeph huffs as he feels the off-center hit of the bludger. He watches as it pops up in the air, approaching the stranger in a nice, easy arc. And he hits it. Zeph's eyes widen as he watches it, honestly impressed. The bludger whistles across the field... scoring a square hit on no other than one Julius Kingston.
Zeph bursts out laughing.
Of course it just had to be him. "PAY ATTENTION, JULS," Zeph shouts jokingly at the Leviathan after the deed's already done. Clearly, the two were already acquainted and Zeph knew him well enough to be entertained by his suffering.
"You're skilled, mate," Zeph said as his head spun back around to face Pepper, the compliment a stark contrast to the hostility he'd been fostering a few moments ago, "Best o' luck!" Spock returns to gripping the broom with her hands, while her feed turn from raising their middle fingers (toes?) to giving a double thumbs-up.
Zeph proceeded to kick off the ground and fly back into the fray. He wanted to check to make sure Juls wasn't unconcious, so started flying in that direction, but out of the corner of his eye sees yet another one of those balls flying Juls' way -- live this time. Well, time to give this aim thing another shot. He speeds up, aiming to get to the bludger and hit it at the enemy before it gets to Juls.
@quidditch nerds tldr; tries to hit another bludger away from juls & knock down Sybil (i'm so sorry he's the only other HK) in the process A rank attempt qCkPOnqV failure effects: 1-14 = crashes headlong into juls 15-29 = misses the bludger completely. sry juls, he tried. 30-49 = gets hit by the bludger himself 50-69 = gracelessly blocks the bludger, but doesn't hit anyone with it
[attr="class","jlyrics"]if you seek peace prepare for war
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[attr="class","jcontent"] The hit was sudden. [break][break] Julius was still lamenting over the keeper's easy save of his attempted score. Had he really rusted up in such a short amount of time? Sure, he hadn't touched a broom since coming to Sundial, but that shouldn't be too much of a reason for his talents to wither-- [break][break] Which meant, alas, that he'd forgotten what a buldger to the side was like, and especially the one from his dear friend Pepper. Pepper packed a punch, and regardless of whether the shot was a hit or a miss he always seemed to attack the buldger like it was a bastard son in a Helios Knight household. [break][break] Julius was knocked right off his broom- or would have been if his reflexes weren't speedy. Instead, one legged crossed over the other and he hung upside down on his broom. If he focused really hard on the fact that his glasses were slipping off his face, e could ignore the fact that it felt like his kidney was going to burst out from his lungs. [break][break] Almost. [break][break] When he caught sight of another buldger (this one speeding in upside down) the adrenaline allowed him to ignore the pain as he shouted, "Pepppeeeer!" at the top of his lungs. [break][break] Fighting the vertigo (and catching sight of a messy tangle of blond hair that seemed oddly familiar yet out of place), Julius fought to make himself upright on the broom, attempting to fuse his rapidly decreasing co-ordination with his flexibility for a swift return to the upside-up world. [break][break] With a searing side, aching muscles, terrible sense of up and down and a growing headache, that would prove a feat in an of itself. [break][break] rolling to show some sexy acrobatics (c-rank feat) fe8fuvEc
