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 kasimir burovski ✨ on Sept 28, 2017 4:59:33 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
heretic (n.) her·e·tic \ ˈher-ə-ˌtik , ˈhe-rə- \ one who differs in opinion from an accepted belief or doctrine; a dissenter, an iconoclast, a schismatic; not welcome in general society sun-warmed stone beneath the press of their limbs- child hands still bearing the clumsiness of youth tangled within the soft cotton of his shirt, curling locks of vermillion-red between her fingers as she looks upon him with wide eyes ready to devour every word that drips from his lips as if it were ambrosia stolen from the gods; six years old and already squaring too-thin shoulders to take on the world, hunger for knowledge crowning her brow even as bare toes curl in the dust. child of the hovel with determination burning in her to claw her way out- she alights kasimir on a pedestal with false success shining gold a crown.
he cannot fault her though, hardly for her ambition, hardly for her stone-set stubbornness; he, too, was a hovel-child once, pressed-palms with filth and squalor and prying his ribs open to bear heart to desperation fierce he carries the scars even now. scars and chains and an invisible collar tattooed around his neck- but she cannot see it, not with all of her hopes and dreams and stacked like already-woven tapestries between her eyes and the truth.
so they sit, knees and elbows and too-thin wrists pressed together as he murmurs stories of the three great covens of sundial: helios knights draped in crimsons and golds with honour at their helm and justice on their tongue, jester's den with their kind-eyed leader and a webwork of bond-sworn siblings, and silvertongue, sly silvetongue, quicksilver and cunning with shadows at their backs and the eyes of sundial watching their every move. and- kasimir hesitates, and does not mention the former fourth great coven leviathan, not of their legacy, not of their downfall, not of the whispers now carried on the secret-stealing breeze.
"which one are you?" the child asks, innocence in the crease of her brow despite the horrors no child should experience heavy in her dark dark eyes.
he does not grimace, does not look away. "silvertongue," he says softly, no trace of pride as his tongue curves around the syllables. "but," he says, and meets her gaze, green like the new leaves of spring, and solemn. "but, my choices are my own- you should choose for yourself."
she juts out a chin, eyes narrowed; nods, but there is stubborn dubiety in her proud posture- kasimir sighs, shakes his head with a slight laugh, reaches out to ruffle her hair. "you have time yet," he says, ghost of a smile softening his eyes. "eat now, worry about it later," and he passes her another pastry from the bag at his side and watches fondly as she snatches it out of his hands.
She's robust, throwing wind to those who go against the wall. She's energetic, jumping over walls and accidentally running into those who do harm than good. The wind in her hair and the adrenaline in her veins. She felt so free -- so wild. Back in the village, she would never have thought about going into Salem, let alone join in a guild to know more about her magic.
The one to bring her down would be the voice of the crone, telling her that if a mistake were to arise and she was in it, she would have no choice but to leave Salem and live her days out in the village. Allison dare not look at destruction let alone be involved in it. Some Helios Knight you are, hm? Her familiar barked as she jumped over a fence.
The Hovel was a place not many Knights go, then again, who dare goes to a place filled with poverty and diseases? Even Salem has a district for the poor and many do not adore the sight of them either.
It's my duty ma'am, a clear voice in her head -- she remembered the first time she has ever spoke to a leader of the Knights. As a Knight, we are sworn to protect the people, I'll go there, even if none go.
No backup, just a scout passing by. Her only duty for tonight was to have information and not interact with the people. The mission is lame, but, I guess we could work around that y'know, she stopped, skidding to a halt in front of a wall. Just a few centimetres away as she looked at her familiar.
His tail wagged happily as he barked, taking in the scent of something sweet. Allison grinned, "You smell something?! Let's go!"
Whether it be adventure or the rush of wind hitting her face, Allison was prepared to go through with this! She wasn't going to back down, not ever. But even so, the excitement she felt just to be outside of the guild -- it was wonderful. Just like the village, she thought happily to herself. The wind rushing to your hair and the need to do nothing more than whoop out in delight. The nostalgia rising in the back of her throat made her grin.
A tight corner to turn and before she could fathom what happened, her familiar stopped her from going further. There's something wrong here. "Really? We're getting some action?" she whispered loudly. Her familiar glared at her, judging her more and more on how idiotic this witch was.
The two watched as this person gave a child something to eat. "Wait, what is he doing?!" she shouted. "Hey! What are you doing? Don't you think it's ---" she stopped. The hair on the back of her neck stood as she felt something off about this person before her.
"Sir...Ma'am? Please put your hands up in the air where I can see them." She wasn't nervous! Heck no! She was petrified. What if this person just lured her into a trap?
kasimir burovski ✨ i got super excited and did this smh, also shortened it because a good majority was nonsense :^)
THAT'S THE KIND OF GUY YOU ARE
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Last Edit: Oct 4, 2017 15:16:12 GMT by allison wyn
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Oct 6, 2017 13:22:36 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
even with the majority of his attention devoted to the child by his side, kasimir remains peripherally aware of the feet passing by in an endless parade, paranoia etched upon his instincts justified by the reality of the hovel. on a lookout for pickpockets, aggressors, even those of the criminal underworld make appearances occasionally - he did not think, however, that he should have been wary of patrolling knights as well.
it starts like this:
he hands his little charge a pastry he had made, an is subsequently interrupted by a shout.
no, it starts earlier, when he has baked far too much in accordance to the stress that worries lines into his forehead, has baked far more than he could conceivably finish. it is routine, though, to gather them up and find the familiar paths to the hovel from which he had came; it is routine to distribute them among the children less fortunate who would appreciate the treats far more than he ever could. it is less routine to sit down and teach coven history to no more than six winters old with ambition burning gold in her eyes, but it is not uncommon. it is decidedly not routine, however, to be interrupted, confronted by a helios knight and ordered to raise his hands in surrender - when he has not done anything to warrant such suspicion, that he knows of.
kasimir looks at the knight in mild confusion and a healthy amount of wariness, eyes flickering down to the dog familiar by her side as he slowly raises his hands. non-confrontational body language - he is careful to stay still, to make no sudden movements; "i think," he says quietly, feeling the coil of tension in the back of his mind of kirjava preparing to materialise should anything go wrong, "that there has been a misunderstanding-"
he does not get any further as the girl, previously wide-eyed and stiff by his side, flares into life. she marches forwards, chin up as she glares fiercely at the knight, trembling with an equal mix of fear and rage. "what are you doing?!" she shrieks, a voice so childish at odds with her tone, her expression. "what are you going to do to him?!"
"kiara, stay back," kasimir says firmly, urgently, eyes still fixed on the knight, hands unwavering in the air. "do not worry about me."
The Devil said, there is no reason to judge a man by what he looks -- but what he does would be the unimaginable. expect the unexpected and all of that nonsense. allison watched the stranger carefully, her hand out to sirius. she doesn't have any expectation of a fight, or even an encounter! her duty was to make rounds and if there were any suspicious activity she would report it.
her jaws were clenched tightly as she watched the young girl step forward. 'what are you doing?! what are you going to do with him?!'
allison felt her body shake, just a tiny bit as she saw the girl, kiara scream at her. ugh, maybe i was under the wrong impression... but sirius is never wrong on his instinct.
for the lack of better judgement -- or whatever judgement she had on the person, allison sighed in defeat and stood up properly. back straight and eyes towards the man.
"i don't know what you're doing, but, i'm sorry for assuming something wrong," she felt embarrassed. damn it, first day on the job and i'm already messing everything up. shit.
her eyes wandered to sirius, her only friend and her familiar. he was unwary still, glancing to and from allison before she waved him off. biting her bottom lip, she turned to look at the person. "i really don't mean any harm, i just... ugh, sorry, i'm just worried that's all."
"no wait, uhm?" she was quickly becoming flustered once more. "ugh, okay, so, don't take this the wrong way, it just looked really suspicious to my familiar... we're just new to the whole place."
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Apr 23, 2018 7:58:00 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
he watches the knight very carefully, with the wariness of one who has known persecution as a way of life and knows intimately the prejudice of the crimson crests against those bearing a snakeskin one, mixed in with the paranoia of one who has grown up with caution inscribed onto every bone and one who is all to aware of the precarious public opinion wavering in the air. kasimir tenses internally at the clenched jaw, the gaze flickering between them, but he keeps his body still and loose because he cannot afford even the slightest showing of threat.
not with what he possibly has to lose, and definitely not here with kiara by his side. his priority is her safety, of course, without question. but the best way he can help her right now is to do as he is told.
he can do that. submission and quiet obedience is an old friend of his, a lesson taught from childhood and written in red across the curvature of his spine. perhaps another would chaft under the orders of a girl little older than he is ( or perhaps younger; it is difficult to tell ), but he has endured far, far worse for far less a price. perhaps another would hope for the knight to see reason, to act in honour and lawfulness and not baseless suspicion, but hope is for people who can afford it and he has not been such in a long time.
and perhaps that is why it is so surprising when the knight backs down, her righteous judgement abating ( but not fully gone ) and, for all things, an apology to be issued! to him! it is almost inconceivable to him, so much so that words fall silent on his tongue and he simply stares for a long moment before recollecting his wits. “it’s okay,” he says quietly, almost gently but still too wary, too shocked to be that. “no harm done. the hovel is not the safest of places, so i understand your caution.”
he finally allows his gaze to slant towards kiara, who is still standing by his side glaring defiantly at the knight. “would it be permissible for kiara to leave?” he asks politely, just to be on the safe side. the little girl in question scowls and makes as if to protest, but subsides after he gives her a pointed look. she understands, or at least the bare bones of it. kasimir is hardly the only hovel child with a mistrust for authority, after all.
