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 Korrine Lovelace on Aug 7, 2017 19:37:31 GMT
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the right impression
AND YOU'RE IN THE FAST LANE
"You're arranging the saucers wrong." Era trilled from his position in an ornamental tree, flapping his wings, still tucked, in example of his exasperation. He didn't really care how she set up the table, but he dead care about the angle of the shiny metal saucers and seeing his reflection in them. Petty, yes, but wholly necessary. He chirruped in the back of his throat until they had been sufficiently arranged for his viewing pleasure.
What a handsome boy he was.
"Is that better, Era?"
But he didn't respond.
The Garden attached to the Hall was once of Korrine's favourite places in Sundial, hands down. It had a kind of rustic, yet refined charm-- shabby chic? Where the garden was just managed enough to look nice and presentable without losing any of its comfort and appeal as a place to relax.
After stirring the tea in the teapot, Korrine eased down into her seat, peering around the garden at the other Coven members present. Her eyes landed initially on a brunette but he looked busy and hurried on, others were engaged in deep conversations, already in groups, so she waved towards a blone who looked lonely in her eyes "Excuse me?"
Well I never really thought that you'd come tonight When the crown hangs heavy on either side so Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die.
The Helios Knights Hall had always been a grandeur luxurious sight, statues of previous coven leaders lining the expansive halls of the building and only topped with an equally appealing garden for members and the public to enjoy at their free will. Outside of his own home, the garden the hall offered was a place he frequented often; a place where he could clear his mind and enjoy the array of brightly colored flowers.
Basile breathed in, the crisp morning air cold though refreshing to his senses; it wasn’t unusual to see him at the hall in such early hours of the day. However, unlike several expeditions to the coven hall in the past, he had no particular interest in checking the mission board– he was overworking himself again and Avani wanted him to rest.
Basile, did you remember to pack the fruit? The familiar’s voice spoke gently within his mind, the kinkajou nicely nestled atop of his shoulders as the witch looked for a relatively quiet spot to sit undisturbed. Basile peered back at the small mammal in acknowledgement though his eyes continued to idly look for a spot within the garden, I packed the fruit as well as the honey. I know those are your favorites. He assured, his attention from his search diverting for just a moment.
His brows furrowed at the sight and he was caught in a momentary daze when he realized the young girl was waving him over. With some reluctance, he approaches the young woman, “Yes, hello, did you need anything?” Basile manages to ask, Avani now peering over his shoulder to look at the unfamiliar face.
