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.
as dawn breaks, the gates of the helios knight hall are opened to the public. this year, however, strict identity checks have been maintain and traffic is high. people from all over have come to camp in the expansive gardens outside the knight hall and the inside, the kitchens, and the yards themselves are teeming with activity. [break][break] it is almost time for the empyreal cup- a huge tournament for witches of all capacities. involving a series of tasks heavily associated with witchood such as flight, duelling, sepllcasting and others, the empyreal cup aims to determine who will be crowned the empyreal champion. it is hosted by the helios knights once every three years and spans the course of several weeks. [break][break]
before the event can begin, however, a lot is to be done. the helios knights have called upon any witches they can to aid with setting up the event. complete tasks to earn prizes at the end of the thread! [break][break]
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how to participate
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completing a task will award you with points which may later be spent at the prize shop
you MUST have a summary of actions at the end of your post.
during the thread, you are required to keep track of your points on a per post basis. the final scores will be crossed checked by staff.
only members of jester's den and the helios knights may complete tasks.
be on the look out, as several NPCs may make an appearance!
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the tasks
put up a (very) large banner. [0/2] requires 2 posts to be made by 2 characters each. rewards 15 points.
assist in decoration or minor set up. [0/infinite] requires 1 post to be made by 1 character. rewards 5 points.
help prepare a dish. [0/4] requires 1 post to be made by 2 characters each. rewards 10 points.
unload crates with wands, brooms and other materials. [0/4] requires 1 post to be made by 2 characters each. rewards 10 points
assist in cleaning efforts. [0/infinite] requires 1 post to be made by 1 character. rewards 5 points.
put up a tent. [0/2] requires 2 posts to be made by 2 characters each. rewards 15 points.
Post by chanel crestwalker on Jul 16, 2017 11:47:53 GMT
初めまして。
she had come to know about the plans a while in advance, long before the tumultous nightmares that swept over and terrorized sundial. her family had stellar relations with the knights, and she remembered them supply a couple dozen wagons of flowers and other decorative items to the hall for the sake of the tourney.
unfortunately, her messing with flowers today was bound to catch the stares of people 'the plantshaping heriess that can't shape plants' and so she had decided to busy herself with something else. she looked at the wagon, sighing.
so basically, they were just cheap labour at this point. tch.
she dug her fingers to the sides of the crate, careful not to chip her carefully down nails. "holy shit." she said, when her first heave was unsuccessful. stubbornly, she tried again. it came into the air and hung heavily in her arms. she struggled against gravity.
molly has never been one for grunt work. such tasks can delegate themselves; there will always be people to want to lend a hand, and more often than not, molly is not one of them. unfortunately, she is today, preparing for the tourney. her family's known it for a while; runescripting takes more than a couple days to prepare, especially with the helios knight's hall to account for. her family had spend days casting and enchanting the building, inscribing runes into it's marble walls.
such work comes with a price, and nice benefits to boot. unfortunately, that doesn't exclude getting ready for the tourney. medeia's presence is hard to miss, especially when she's the one directing the knights. molly promised herself ( and chanel ) that they'd be on their best behavior to impress their ever-so-amazing leader, and with that responsibility comes a lot of work.
she'd reluctantly followed chanel to her crate of flowers--and despite looking as light as ever, it's actually heavier than it looks. she'd nearly fallen over with the load in her arms, but molly had managed to stabilize herself with barely the strangth to hold it up. she waddles towards chanel, breathless but stubborn, and snickers.
"not as heavy as you."
unloading the crates molly's post (1/1) chanel's post (1/1) total: 10pts
Post by chanel crestwalker on Jul 16, 2017 12:38:13 GMT
初めまして。
molly, of course, had tagged along. there was no way she wouldn't consider that both of them wanted to be in their glorious leader's good graces. medeia trevil was everything anyone could aspire to be- strong, charismatic, unwavering and beautiful.
when molly waddled over to her, it was expected. but when the pinkette prodded at her weight chanel blinked. "excuse me?" she asked, stepping back and moving her hand as though it had touched hot water. the sass was part and parcel of their friendship, but that didn't mean it ever got boring.
she didn't even notice the crate drop, nor did she really notice sol appear in the nick of time to prevent it from crushing her foot. until, of course, her familiar snarked back at her. "i can definitely confirm you're heavier," sol said, and chanel whined.
eyeing molly, she grumbled, "look who's talking." sol gracefully put the crate back onto the floor and then crawled behind chanel, tail threatening to flick across the hall. with a groan, she lifted up the crate again. "if my back breaks it's all on you, darls."
she moved back inside with the crate in tow, wondering if she'd get a glimpse of the queen herself.
This should help take his mind off everything, right? A few jobs helping out his coven would hopefully put Sybil back into the swing of things, make him 'normal-ish' again. Sybil had heard of these big tournaments, and watched them every so often, but he wasn't as into it like his older brothers, even his parents got a little bit excited when the year of the tournament arrived.
The hall was bustling with life and energy, people helping each other out as all kinds of colourful decorations were being hung up. The one thing that people seemed to avoid at the moment, however, were the banners. The really bloody big ones. "M- Maybe I could do that!" he said out loud, almost jumping with the sudden realisation that putting things up in high places could be his speciality (if Arveen wanted to help that is).
Hurrying over, he'd see the large cloth banner all folded up in a crate, ready to be hoisted up the ladder and hang from one side of the wall to the other. "Arveen? Can I have a hand please?" he'd say while busy pulling it out, hoisted over and almost about to fall in, the crate was that big. Shadows coiled up from the ground beside him, tangling together into a black mass before the Giraffe materialised.
Like usual, the Giraffe released that nasty screeching sound within Sybil's mind. "No you can't just run off again. I need your help." Arveen screeched again, "Stop complaining, just hold this and lift it up as high as you can." Sybil ordered, allowing Arveen to grab the corner of the banner within his mouth before holding it up as high as he could.
Before Sybil could climb up and attach it however, he'd need someone else to carry the other end up. "Um excuse me," he say to the nearest person, "Could you give me a hand putting this up please?"
TLDR; Preparing to put up the big banner. Asking someone for help.
Post by Charani Petrov on Jul 16, 2017 14:55:13 GMT
TAGS Sybil Chime NOTES nightmare gays gotta stick together
❀
Charani was just standing around trying to figure out how to help. He had been asked to come help set up for this tournament thingy but he had mostly just stood here like an awkward duck for a good five minutes before someone actually talked to him.
The good news was that the face was someone he recognized. The bad news was why he recognized the boy. Nightmareville full steam ahead. He gulped as he looked at the boys face... his mind replaying over and over again his death. His mouth went dry as the boy asked him for help setting up this banner. He could do this. He can do this. Can't he?
"O... ok... I... help.. .yes." He said with a small voice. He moved towards the large banner the boy was setting up. He gripped the other side of the banner and started climbing with it so they could just nail the thing up onto the wall and be done with it.
"Right here...? He asked as he placed cloth in a general area to try and make sure the banner would be straight. They had to make sure it wasn't crooked right? That'd just look bad. He couldn't look at Sybil though while he was doing this. He could barely look at himself now a days to be honest.
putting up big banner sybil (1/2) charani (1/2) Total: 0
Sybil was far too engrossed with the banner and the business around him that he didn't actually properly look to see who was giving him a hand. He just had his head buried in the crate to see if there was anything else in there he needed, "Oh thank you!" he said, still not actually looking to see who it was.
Eventually, after watching the boy climb the ladder from behind, Sybil too was about to climb up. Making sure Arveen had the cloth in his mouth, the witch would clamber up the ladder, being careful not to slip or fall. "Again, thank you! I wasn't sure if anyone would help me with such a task haha." Sybil didn't look to the side at all, he was fixated on climbing to the top and finishing the task.
"Arveen, can you pass me the banner please?" he asked, holding out a hand as fingers coiled around the cloth with a tight grasp. With a few more steps, Sybil was almost at the highest point of the hall, tying the rope around a metal hook before turning it into a secure knot. "There we go!" he cheered, pretty proud of what he had accomplished along with some help.
"Thanks!" he shouted from across the side, turning to face... Oh. A lump formed in his throat and his eyes widened. Sybil wasn't sure what to say. They had met again in the coffee shop after the nightmare, so this was their second encounter. unsure what to say, he decided to just climb down, Arveen making sure he didn't slip or fall.
Post by Charani Petrov on Jul 16, 2017 23:58:47 GMT
TAGS Sybil Chime NOTES nightmare gays gotta stick together
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Charani watched as the other boy walked up the ladder... making small conversation as they placed the banner up along the wall. He seemed to be okay at least. The young man hand't seen him since the diner and that was a hot mess. He hadn't slept much since then either. He never slept much anymore.
"It's no problem... really." He hummed, trying not to let his voice catch. He had to push the images of corpses out of his mind. He couldn't keep flashing that again and again. He just couldn't. He couldn't break down here in public. Not again. Never again. He couldn't.
He tied the rope around the hook as Sybil did and it was all finished. He slowly descended down the ladder and stared at the other male. He face was soft like a child. You wouldn't know that they were the about the same age with how he was looking at Sybil. It was like a dad looking at a child who had been hurt. Pity. Sadness. Regret.
"Um... I think the kitchen needs help they said... did you want to go help them?" He asked as tried to fake a smile. They could make some food or something. Do something that would help. Do something to keep the dead air and regret that was permeating all around them. They had been through something truly awful together. Surely a dish or two cooking wouldn't be to much.
putting up big banner sybil (2/2) charani (2/2) Total: 15
Post by claire fermont on Jul 17, 2017 10:11:25 GMT
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This would Claire's fifth--or fourth--year of participating in the preparation for the Empyreal Cup. Every year the Jesters and the Knights join forces in getting the Cup running. Today is the first day of such. Claire enters the hall with a light get-up, ready for work.
She looks around, scanning the surroundings. She tilts her head when she sees her student helping with the preparations. To think that she would get her hands lift such a great crate, it's indeed a rare and peculiar sight. "Don't drop it," Claire murmurs, mostly to herself as she watched the blonde struggle with her friend before busying herself with another task.
She begins gathering supplies for the tent. Once she figures out what kind of tent she will be putting up, she begins work. First, she lays the poles, then specific tent. Once everything can be easily picked up she begins putting the poles up.
Noticing that this would take her quite some time, she scans the surroundings, looking for someone with their hands free. She finds one and she calls to the person.
"Hey, you there. You're not doing anything," she starts, busy with the polesm, only looking at the person in her peripheral vision. "Come here and help. This tent would require two set of hands if we want to finish in time."
I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
The Empyreal Cup - Ling would be the first one to admit to being super excited for the event. Can anyone blame her? With the hype surrounding the tournament, the enthralling nature of the challenges involved, and the sheer festivities, she almost feels like she could burst with anticipation.
'You might want to take a few breaths. People are beginning to look at you strangely.' Valkea's voice echoes in her mind, cool but fondly amused even as he follows at her heels. Ling shoots her familiar a mock scowl, but the corners of her mouth won't stay put and a wide grin breaks out over her expression barely a moment later. 'I can't help it,' she tells him, bouncing on the balls of her feet. 'It's the Empyreal Cup!'
'Not yet,' Valkea counters dryly, but Ling is already bounding on ahead towards where crates and banners and all manners of colourful items are located, ready to be put up. It's not her first year helping out at setting up, but it never gets old.
Before she reaches the items however, a blonde woman calls out to her from where she's started to set up a tent, bluntly commanding Ling to help her. The runescripter pauses, then shrugs. She did come here to help.
Making her way over, Ling grabs one of the remaining poles and joins the blonde in setting up the frame. She's done this a couple of times before, that's got to count for something, right? "Hi, I'm Ling," she introduces herself cheerfully. Jerking a thumb in the general direction of the white fox sticking close to her shadow, she continues, "And this is Valkea, my familiar. Nice to meet you!"
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[attr="class","elihcontent"]IT IS FAR TOO CROWDED for elih's liking, but for some reason or other, here he is, hovering next to a folded up banner, wondering how on earth he is going to put it up. attending the empyreal cup is a first for him; he tends to stray away from such events, finding the bustling crowds suffocating in their liveliness. [break][break]
the first ten minutes that he's spent thus far have done little to change his sentiments, and frankly, the only reason why he's even considering the ambitious task of putting up a banner instead of something simpler, say, helping to clean up, is because hamster ( by virtue of sprinting forward and pointedly tugging at aforementioned banner ) had essentially volunteered him for the task without so much as a brief consultation.[break][break]
alas, he loves his familiar too much to bear him any ill will, and rather resigns himself to having to find some way to put the banner up. he spies another witch make clever use of their tall familiar, and looks reproachfully at hamster. "can't you be useful like that?" the only response he gets is a laugh.[break][break]
vertically challenged, he resorts to the more common solution of finding a chair to stand on. it's only later, belatedly and clutching a corner of the banner, does he realise he needs help. "um," he begins, hesitant as he spins around to find the nearest person that doesn't look too busy, "sorry, if you don't mind, could you help me get this banner up?"[break][break]
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Last Edit: Jul 18, 2017 1:58:21 GMT by elih kartal
For a while the duo work. And all these time she is unaware of who her partner really is, and so when she looks she is quite surprised to not recognize the petite young lady. She is sure she is not one of the Knights. Perhaps a Jester.
Claire nods at her introduction. "Ling," she repeats. "I'm Claire. It's a pleasure working with you." Seeing that she had introduced her familiar, Claire thought it would be rude to not introduce hers as well. She decides against it. Vani's sheer size and vulgarity would not only distract Claire and Ling but also the whole party at work.
But Vani is insistent. With a sigh, she snaps her finger and the boar materializes... in the size of average canine.
"HEY!" the boar roars. His voice changes with his size, once loud and terrifying, now it's just more than a squeak. "THIS IS HUMILIATING CLAIRE! PUT ME BACK IN MY ORIGINAL--"
Claire shushes him. "And this is Vani, my familiar. He's a lot bigger in his original size but for now--behave, or I'll make you even smaller. You insisted to be here."
Vani, apparently feeling hurt, plops beside a crate and sulks there. Claire pays him no mind and gets back to work, picking up the rest of the materials. The tent is halfway done, thanks to Ling's help. Now all they have to do is to raise he tent. It's quite big. Claire has no problem, with her build, but she worries a bit about Ling.
She isn't underestimating her, though. "Let us set this up," she says, holding one edge.
"What? You sound like you're fifty years old, Chanel." Molly says, moving inside. They eventually waddle into the room, and she sets down her crate by what looked like a suitable spot. No sign of their leader yet, unfortunately.
"Is Medeia even here? She must be busy with the event and all."
There's no time to waste looking for their dear leader. Molly pops open the lid to one of the crates and peeks inside, filled to the brim with colorful flowers. A extravagant gift, who would expect less from Chanel's family? She carefully lifts one from the pile and gently shakes it before dropping a couple in the nearest vase.
The place looks brighter already.
"What kind of flowers are these?" She twirls one in her hand, taking a moment to look at it before holding it up to her nose. It's pleasant. Sweet but not too overwhelming, it's scent is slightly dulled by water. Probably expensive. She holds some out in a bouquet and presents it to Chanel.
"A gift, for you."
minor decorations ( +5 ) molly's post (1/1) total: 15pts
Part of Sybil wanted to call it a day and go home. Just the sight of someone else from that nightmare made his gut turn and heart beat like a million horses. Or perhaps it would be best for both of them to avoid each other? Sybil sighed, closing his eyes a bit too long before reopening them, reminding himself of the whole point of being here.
"Sure, I'm coming." he replied bluntly, the cheery tone gone and suddenly becoming more of a 'fine, if I have to'. Arveen had also vanished, returning to whatever world he came from. There was no use for him in the kitchen, Sybil just had to prepare some food and get it over and done with.
Slowly, he squeezed his way in. There were lots of crates, people carrying more in every minute until they had stacked up like that jenga game. "I'm going to pass you some of the vegetables, just chuck it where it needs to go." It was strange how he became so miserable all of a sudden, not finding any joy in the tasks at hand.
"Here." bit by bit, he'd hand over all kinds of greenery. Peppers, parsnips, onions and leeks. Popping them on the counter for Charani to take.
I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
The blonde witch doesn't seem to be the chattiest of people - she seems far more like the strong, silent, stoic type that go on to become heroes (and okay, maybe Ling's been reading far too many adventure novels as of late, she should probably cut back on them) - but Ling doesn't really mind, content with occuying herself with the tent and trying to remember where each part goes. Valkea is (surprisingly) helpful, quietly directing her when she gets stuck, and warning her before she trips over something and falls flat on her face.
Claire huh. Ling knows there's a Claire in her coven, maybe more than one (so sue her, she might have been a member for over five years, but that doesn't mean she knows everyone. Jester's Den is big) but she's fairly sure, like, 87% sure, that this Claire isn’t the one she’s thinking of. Which, hey, she’s not complaining.
Briefly, she wonders if her partner will introduce her familiar as well, but dismisses the thought after a moment. Not every familiar is as fond of the material world as Valkea is.
A second later (just her type of luck, really), the blonde witch snaps her fingers and a boar pops into existence. He’s small, puppy-sized small, ivory tusks wickedly sharp despite their shrunken size, and his dark-eyed glare would really be a heck of a lot more intimidating had he not been so, well, cute. As it is, Ling has to fight to hold in her giggles as the boar squeaks (is it meant to be a roar?) at Claire.
She doesn’t quite succeed at reigning in her mirth. The corners of her mouth tick up as a grin breaks free and she smiles helplessly wide.
“Nice to meet you too, Vani,” Ling says with as much solemnity as she can muster; Valkea, the bastard, has not nearly as much difficulty as her in retaining his dignity and he nods a greeting at his fellow familiar.
Attention wandering back to the task at hand, the two of them finish setting up the last of the framework with only the fabric left to go. "Let us set this up," her partner says, holding up one edge. Ling eyes the heavy patterned cloth, keenly aware of her own stature (or lack thereof), then shakes her head determinedly before she gathers mana in the palm of her hand, ready for a spell. “Wingdardium leviosa,” she incants, flicking her wrist up and concentrating on her intent. Flashing a grin at Claire as her end of the cloth begins to rise, bright as the summer sun, Ling says, “let’s do this!”
SETTING UP A TENT Claire: 2/2 Ling: 2/2 Points: 15 notes: do you want them to set do another task together?
