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.
[attr="class","intext"]Sima had hoped he'd left these missions behind when he'd become an apprentice, but the missions coming his way seemed to lean still towards a fledgling level. At least it was still easy money. It wasn't that the docks had less workers than usual, but that there were more shipments than usual. Ships that weren't anticipated to arrive for another few days had arrived early. Fortunate winds and currents sped them along a day, sometimes two, ahead of schedule and so the government had sent out requests for assistance. Menial labor wasn't exciting, but it ought to be easy enough. While he wasn't that strong physically, he was pretty good at a levitation spell or two and this was an excellent time to practice.
Sima looked up and shielded his eyes. The sun was still rising, but it was already rather hot. The sea breeze helped as did the wide-brimmed sunhat he was wearing, but it was only going to get hotter as they day went on, especially once they started working. He was early by about fifteen or twenty minutes and so he rested in the shade while the other on-duty workers buzzed about. He was supposed to be doing this with someone else. One "Basile Roux." He wondered if he was an ice witch. That'd be a wonderful stroke of luck, but he wasn't putting any real hope into it. He looked around, wondering if he could spot him.
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.
Basile was unable to recall the last time he frequented the docks of Sundial nor could he remember the last time he visited the bustling ports the town had to offer– had it been that long since he last traveled further from his own home and the center of the city? Those were personal matters that he would deal with at a later time and despite the troubling thoughts, he was taking the time to venture to the docks upon the council’s request in the very end.
The details of the mission implied that the task would be fairly simple, but according to the frustrated mumbles of the dock workers the task would be rather tedious; it seemed that quite a few shipments arrived to the port earlier than anticipated. Taking up dock work was a bit different than the missions he normally took up, but he considered that it wouldn’t be that difficult with the help of his partner; how much cargo could these ships possibly bring?
Basile clucked his tongue in thought, pale eyes scanning through the crowd for his supposed partner; occasionally moving past a few of the on duty workers that moved on and off some of the docked ships. His gaze soon settled upon one particular figure that stood out from the others, unlike the concentrated workers this particular figure appeared to be hiding underneath the slowly dying shade the port had, “Excuse me, are you here for the dock work?” He inquired, raising his voice just enough to hopefully capture the attention of his partner.
“I hope that I didn’t keep you waiting that long, I was a little lost on the way here.” Basile explained, unable to prevent the slight hint of nervous laughter that slipped past his lips. He arrived to the port early himself though he wasn’t quite sure how long the other had been waiting for him to even show.
“Oh, pardon me, I’m Basile Roux...” He added, the corner of his lips curling into a brief gentle smile; the gesture genuine with little ill intent. It wasn’t long until his attention faltered for a moment, his head turning to peer over his own shoulder and capturing a small glimpse of the ship. It would be a hot day today and he prayed that they wouldn’t stay outside working under the sun than need be.
[attr="class","intext"]"Excuse me, are you here for the dock work?" A voice broke Sima from his daze and he looked to the source. The man was certainly older, but Sima would take older over younger. He hated being the youngest of the group, but at least he could probably trust Basile to pull his weight.
"Oh, no, I wasn't waiting long. We're early anyway. I'm Sima. Nice to meet you." Sima pushed off the wall he was leaning against and stood up properly, "Are you going to be okay going home after this? If you think you might get lost again, maybe get directions from someone who knows the area well first." Basile seemed mild. His speech was respectful, more than Sima was used to, but not enough to bother him enough to ask him to stop. "Anyway, are you ready to work? We're a little early, but it looks like they need the help." He looked to the bustling workers, "Spoke to the supervisor earlier. She said we could start with that one right over there. I don't remember the name, though." He pointed as he spoke to the ship. "All the cargo's already on the deck, we just have to bring it off the ship. The ground workers will take it from there since they know where it all goes and we don't."
