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 nike blackwell on Apr 21, 2017 17:28:15 GMT
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It's so cold, the winter chills me
that cool breath, clinging to me like a monster
slightly chilly, but nonetheless, the view is amazing, no? a look inside and she would always find the nice temperature so comforting. the witch in charge knows her well from her love to the stars to the basic palm reading that goes into astrology. it all includes fate. that illicit dreaming, so simple for those who want to be introduced into it. has there been a time where witches never had their affinity? their familiars? somehow it could be translated into a dream of hers. just walking so slightly on the stars, wandering and dreaming of something so simple.
no powers.
but it would put leviathan on a stand still. after all, si vis pacem, para bellum is the motto followed by everyone in the mysterious group. at least, there wouldn't be familiar faces in a place close to the helios knights' domain. if a wiff of leviathan air comes around, they will investigate. it's the most probable cause.
"don't wander too far, jeong," she spoke softly to her familiar, who's eyes sparkle with the intent on exploring and hiding in an area where none shall find him. taking a seat at one of the many that litter the observatory.
it's quiet, enough for that dream to pull her back in. the makeshift stars above to show how vast and growing the universe truly is.
Post by evanora galestorm on Apr 30, 2017 3:16:39 GMT
ashes to ashes.
It is dark when she makes her way to the observatory, moon stark against the dark night. Evanora has always considered this a place to think; where it's sparsely occupied and quiet. An amazing view of space beyond; the perfect foundation for which an introversion of thoughts can rest.
And a place where she can pretend to be occupied with thoughts out worldly.
She bundles her sweater closer to her, hugging the soft material close to her chest. Her eyes run against the night sky, stars spilled behind the moon. Evanora takes a couple steps, her shoes clicking against the floor of the observatory until she sees someone else.
it's no different than the rest, but it's one of the best. a place to sit, a place to relax. if it weren't for the illusion settled in the icy heart of what she has, then it shouldn't be difficult to attain a pass. there's no greater feet than knowing what could happen on something beautiful.
she wasn't occupied, just staring up at the stars, jeong knew where to explore to find the best place to sleep and that was near her. the silence that came was gone when someone else occupied the territory with her.
the sounds of her shoes loud in the empty space. the question did deserve an answer, simple and tasteful. "it's any night same as before, beautiful really."
jeong slowly stirs, rubbing his head against her hand, telling her to pet him. "what brings you here other than the view?"
Post by evanora galestorm on May 2, 2017 22:02:24 GMT
ashes to ashes.
She smiles, tilting her head slightly at the woman's familiar. It's cute. Of course, not as cute as hers. Nobody can beat Sushi. Evanora feels her familiar materialize next to her, a small weight that sits on her shoulders. Sushi peeks out from behind her neck, and Evanora takes a moment to pet the top of her head.
"You're right, I should come here more often." She says, smiling. She sits on a stray bench, leaning back on an arm. She shrugs. "I don't know. I got bored." Evanora says lazily, eyes lilting. She looks at the woman in front of her, with white flowing hair and dark eyes to match. She's pretty.
She lays back, and the world suddenly tilts, turning upsidedown as her head slowly cranes back. Her hair cascades from the bench, and Evanora looks at her with slight interest. She'd stay idle like this forever if she could.
it's not difficult to wrap ones head around a situation so unusual and yet so comforting. as much as words pass around when the wind carries whispers, she knew well enough that this was it. a frown crossed her lips as she thought about her name reaching out to other witches. she's heard her name in the wind: victoria cromwell. even the waters she looked at spoke out the name of the pseudonym she goes by in the mysterious leviathan coven.
it was a shame, the girl before her looked fetching. her actions spoke otherwise. "cromwell, victoria," she replied as she turned towards the girl, turning slowly towards the blonde. her eyes gleamed in a light blue, the mana surrounding her glowed in a purple of her element.
"and you?"
her lynx bounded over, hairs on his back standing as he looked threateningly towards the girl.
Post by evanora galestorm on May 4, 2017 2:40:53 GMT
ashes to ashes.
She closes her eyes, letting herself lull into a temporary set of relaxation--at least, until she hears the other witch's name.
Victoria Cromwell.
She freezes, slowly opening her eyes and sitting up until she can see Victoria in her full glory. Her eyes glow dangerously, and the air sparks with mana as she gets ready. Evanora curses under her breath, because never had she expected such a calm night to end up this way.
Stay calm, She tells herself, because she's been through things way harder than this, even before Rhea was ever there. She's not going to be scared of some shitty loner. Evanora lifts her chin, expression unhappy but not panicked, and narrows her eyes.
She reluctantly admits her name, unwilling to pull her familiar out in such a dangerous situation. "Evanora." She says, saying each syllable slowly and surely.
"Isn't it a bit reckless to reveal yourself, Victoria?"
"honestly, i tire from the usual run downs and run ins, whether they're deliberate or not," her hands lay flat on her side as she looked at the girl with a slight smirk on her face. her voice was eloquent, such as rehearsed so many times over and over. for a period of nothing more than a few mere seconds.
a raise of right hand, her wrist cracks and a small cloud of ice surround her fingertips. "evanora..." so softly she repeated the other's name, taking it to memory.
"who sent you here? clearly you don't mark the semblance of my coven -- nor the knights no matter how outrageous they are on justice."
jeong glares at the person, the loud growl from the back of his throat and his hind legs ready to pounce. when threatened or cornered, the natural instincts are to fight or flight. neither a bird or a powerful familiar in strength, she can only rely on her wit and quick thinking to get her out.
Post by evanora galestorm on May 5, 2017 0:07:52 GMT
ashes to ashes.
She raises her hand, wisps of ice surrounding her fingers. Let me help! Her familiar squeaks, but Evanora refuses. No, too dangerous. She'll get through this--all she needs to do is escape and everything will be fine. At least, if she can escape in the first place. She regrets admitting to Victoria her name; she's forever marked if she gets out of this alive.
"What the hell? I didn't get sent by anyone." She says, confused. What coven did Victoria even come from? It must be against the law; she'll get to the bottom of this eventually. Evanora backs up slowly, eyeing her hands cautiously.
She suddenly remembers being in the same situation years ago; cornered by a witch far stronger than she is. Evanora refuses to let her familiar get hurt, and she's never bothered to better any of those skills. Living on the streets hardened her, but she left that life long ago. Her heart beats quickly, and her hands tingle with barely contained panic.
She wouldn't have been so worried if Rhea was here.
"Fuck you."
She turns tail and runs as fast as her legs can take her.
she could have let the other go, simply because the world deserved better than to have her go on a rampage on her power. but ill thoughts have clouded her once clear mind and she began to manipulate her elemental. moreso to just hinder the girl than hurt her.
ice out -- a technique for ice elementals allowing the witch to spread ice across the terrain. slippery and unfavourable to the victim, she can only hope this would be enough to hinder evanora.
"if you run, it would only mean you're lying," she spoke with an icy hiss. "run and it means you're guilty."
jeong growls angrily and goes for an attack, aiming for the girl's familiar. if this was going to be peaceful, then this was not it. turning back, would it even be an option for her now that she has made the first punch?
Post by evanora galestorm on May 11, 2017 1:52:55 GMT
ashes to ashes.
She runs sprinting away from Victoria--at least, until she feels a sudden brush of cold air. The floor beneath her grows icy, and it's not long before she slips, the unforgiving ice pushing air out of her lungs as she falls forward. Sushi barely manages to hold on without injury. Evanora heaves, struggling to take in air. Her limbs suddenly collapse beneath her, and she can't get a grip on such slippery ground
"I don't know what you're talking about!" She yells, slightly fear tinged in her voice. Evanora doesn't understand--what was she supposed to do?
She doesn't like this.
Evanora turns to the growling, limbs moving on their own accord as she reaches forward. Her fingers barely brush against his scaled back, but it's enough to take him out of her plane. At this, she feels the cat's fangs and claws sink into her skin. Evanora's face suddenly twists into one of pain, and she screams, trying to shove Victoria's familiar away from her.
Post by nike blackwell on May 11, 2017 3:06:53 GMT
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It's so cold, the winter chills me
that cool breath, clinging to me like a monster
it was the thrill -- even an addict would want to be in the high, lost in a world where no one else can reach them. that is, before it's too late. the silver haired woman was not too gone. she was suspicious in nature, and when someone comes into her sight, she would only assume the opposition is here to harm.
to see her enemy fall from such a low-tier spell made her angry. fight back, fight. nike, more than anything, lost her sense of control, letting the animal she is out.
the wildcat with his fangs and claws digging into her skin, nike smirked. the cold began to settle on her skin. moving graciously forward, she snapped her fingers to bring jeong back. the liquid on his lips and paws dripped, a menacing monster would fit the description now.
Getting down on one leg, nike had her thumb and index finger on evanora's chin. her blues glowed brighter. "if you're telling the truth... why did you run? give me a reason to spare you."
Post by evanora galestorm on May 11, 2017 3:47:46 GMT
ashes to ashes.
She cradles her hand in the crook of her arm, clutching at her bleeding wound. It's not terrible, but she'll have to get it looked at once she gets out...if she gets out. Evanora clenches her teeth, looking at her injury, trying not to panic when she hears Victoria's footsteps edge closer. It's slow and languid, like she has all the time in the world.
With such arrogance, she should be put in her place.
Spells she thinks, mind racing for words, scrolls--anything. But nothing comes up. She hasn't performed anything in years. Her casting is as weak as it was when she'd just joined Jester's Den, and she doesn't dare let her familiar out in the open. She won't risk it.
Evanora is at the mercy of a wanted criminal.
Victoria leans down, and she tilts her head up, forcing her to meet her icy gaze. The rebel in her mind, the scrappy child she'd once been, tells her to spit in Victoria's face. To fight and die trying; but she can't bring herself to even move. She looks up at Victoria with searching eyes, darting back and forth between her gaze and the light of the night sky. Evanora ignores the pleas of her familiar in her mind, hands reach up to clutch at Nike's wrist, squeezing. She licks her lips before spreading them to speak, but no sound comes out.
It is then that she realizes.
She doesn't have a reason.
She's been idle for years. No drive, no ambition; she hasn't contributed to the coven for a long, long time. If she'd been in any other coven, she would've been dismissed. She's been running for so long she's forgotten what it feels like to stop. Evanora's grip suddenly grows slack, and her expression is grim as she speaks.
Post by nike blackwell on Jul 7, 2017 22:49:43 GMT
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It's so cold, the winter chills me
that cool breath, clinging to me like a monster
she should have done it. she should have ended her life right then and there. but there's for once, an echo of pity in her mind. if she wanted to die, she had to find her own way. may it be suicide or by the hands of someone else. she clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
"You're not worth it," she said to the girl, her hands let go of the girl and moved away.
jeong retreated, away from the familiar and stood beside nike. she felt it. she felt sympathy. it wasn't for her, it was for this blasted girl who just wanted to end it now.
sighing, she grabbed the collar of the girl's shirt and pulled her up. "if you know what's best for you, you'd run and never show your face. this is all i can give you."
slightly chilly, but nonetheless, the view is amazing, no? a look inside and she would always find the nice temperature so comforting. the witch in charge knows her well from her love to the stars to the basic palm reading that goes into astrology. it all includes fate. that illicit dreaming, so simple for those who want to be introduced into it. has there been a time where witches never had their affinity? their familiars? somehow it could be translated into a dream of hers. just walking so slightly on the stars, wandering and dreaming of something so simple.
"honestly, i tire from the usual run downs and run ins, whether they're deliberate or not," her hands lay flat on her side as she looked at the girl with a slight smirk on her face. her voice was eloquent, such as rehearsed so many times over and over. for a period of nothing more than a few mere seconds.
