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 maddox rothscus ✨ on Dec 31, 2017 9:13:24 GMT
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that was you.
to his credit, julius is a good fighter; maddox has no time to dwell on how his knee crashes into the ground harder than intended, a sudden jarring pain that is but an unfortunate side-effect of an attack so abrupt. he thinks, this is how the duel ends but julius smiles a second after, dangerous and sharp and he only has time to realise: oh, fuck.
for a split second, there is confusion and alarm written all over his features; a twitch of the brow, eyes widening. a hand grabs him by the back of his head and jerks him forward for an unceremonious headbutt -- his reaction comes a second too late. his mind freezes at the explosion of white agony, spots swimming at the corners of his vision. there is little resistance when julius shoves him away. he’s too busy hissing in pain, hands pressed against his forehead, rendered speechless by the blunt and brutal retaliation. the pain only builds as his vision darkens. then: nothing.
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it is some time later before someone else comes in, someone whose initial reaction is simply to sigh. unceremoniously grabbing each fallen figure by the back of their shirts and retrieving a pair of glasses ( presumably belonging to the stranger ), aeris rothscus begins the not-so-long trek to one of the spare rooms on the ship. he deposits them onto a bed in a similar fashion, pausing only to drape a thin blanket over them and scribble a handwritten note that he leaves with the glasses, unsigned.