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.
[break] besides the counter, a far off towards the inside of the cafe is a shaded corner dressed over with purple drapes. in its opening days, the tarot counter was all the rage. ezra and her friends would hang out together here and read their fortunes before setting off on missions. but then, as it did, life pulled away one happiness after the next. [break][break] it had become, in recent years, quite difficult to find ezra at her stall. she had become closed off- a mask, a stranger. a loving one, a dedicated coven member. but nothing more than a shadow that was sometimes absent altogether. since the events at the little fair those weeks ago, her visitors were few far and in between.[break][break] she wasn't even facing the outside- she was rummaging through a knapsack of old keepsakes when she felt the presence. "hello," she said, without turning around. the beads above her tinkled gently as the wind from outside pushed at them- several odd lamps and chandeliers seemed to hand at their leisure. ezra turned around- the light danced across her face and she came face to face with a young looking boy.[break][break] everyone looked young to her, these days.[break][break] "there is something you want of me, yes?" she walked steadily towards the counter, but instead of sitting at it, she flipped a hatch and it opened up, swinging like a door to her domain. "come inside, child." [break][break] notes: n/a[break] tag:Charani Petrov
Was this a dream again? He had a hard time telling anymore. He kept having this strange dream. It always started with him in the sun cafe. He would start to walk and everything was in black and white. It was like everything around him was moving at light speed and his vision was blurry. Then he would see a girl... a woman actually with red hair. He would walk to her and go to touch her shoulder before she would vanish. In her place would be a card... he'd just find it in his hands. He'd try to turn it over and then he would wake up.
So far everything was in color. This led credence that this was not a dream. That is good. Unless it was another nightmare again. Dreams merging again with his nightmares of those around him being swallowed up by the earth around him. Or the other nightmare where he ran and ran forward but a wolf kept chasing him... or the worst of all where it started innocuous enough but as he reached out to grab Percy's hand he was cult to ribbons in front of him. He could taste the blood in his mouth, feel the blood splatter his body... feel it ooze down his cheek like he was crying blood.
He saw the woman with red hair. The fortune teller. He recognized her as he came here quite often but... he never had to courage to come talk to her. How easily can you say 'Hey I keep dreaming about you why is that?' because that would be weird. Very weird. He got to close though as he was caught. He could here her talk to him... asking if he wanted something as well as inviting him inside. Crap.
He stepped inside the little beaded area of the cafe where the woman was rummaging through items. It was some kind of old... backpack or knapsack or something like that. Was there a difference between the two? Maybe it was in their use or where one was going? It didn't really matter though did it. She hadn't vanished so this was not a dream.
"I um... yes... um... can I ask you something?" he said meekly. He felt himself stiffen as he moved in, being invited after all. He wasn't sure what to do or say. He could feel his mouth being dry like the desert outside the city. It felt like hours were passing by in moments and it was frightening. Everything these days was frightening. He wanted to just hole up somewhere and never leave.
"I keep having this strange dream... well dreams but those are just nightmares and... um... nevermind... but... um... this one dream I keep seeing this woman with red hair? And I keep trying to move closer to her and every time I do she vanishes... and this card appears in my hand when she does but... its upside down.... and then I try to turn it over and then I wake up..." he in broken words and nervous twitching. He had bombarded the poor woman with a bunch of information as he spilled his guts out all over the table. It was like he had been holding this all inside for so long and needed to get it out. He probably looked insane. He felt insane.
the boy is nervous, and ezra wonders when she became the type to make others nervous, when had she become the one to invite someone inside without so much as a hug? [break][break] "ask," she said, and she wanted to rescind her own voice. she finally discovered what she had been looking for: an old case of herbs from ages and ages ago. inside there is hardly room to walk: carpets and fallen pieces of clothing line the foor. paintings and collections and everything under the sun line the walls. and the space is occupied by a large, low table with several cushions scattered around it. [break][break] she turns to her visitor at the mention of a card, but the motion is gentle. her presence seems faded, like a ghost- her skin is so pale that she practically glows in the darkness. [break][break] but when the boy is finishes, ezra vigo gives him a smile. "dreams and nightmares aren't as different as you think," she says. "sit down. perhaps we can find the card that has been calling to you."[break][break] she gestures at the cushions across the floor, and then turns to a chest from which she removes a pack of cards. "did the card in you dream look like this?" she asks, in a tone as though they were talking about the weather. the whole story about the dream and the card and the red-haired woman seemed like it couldn't disturb her if she tried. which was probably all the more disturbing.[break][break] then, without the need for the answer and as though she already knew, she began gliding back to the table. "what did you say your name was?"[break][break] notes: n/a[break] tag:Charani Petrov
She was being so calm and nice about all of this. It was actually really nice and seemed to put the boy at ease tremendously. It was like he could feel that aura of worry and fear wafting off himself like smoke and it dissipated into the air around him. He wasn't sure why but maybe it was just how she seemed like nothing would phase her and that she was in total control. That was something he wished he had... knowledge... control... some idea that what he was doing had a happy end.
The inside was nice and cozy... okay that was a nice way of putting it. She had that place crammed to the brim with stuff and some of it looked kind of cool and interesting. A lot of it looked like yard sale junk that he wasn't sure had any value to it but was maybe just pretty to look at... or had some sentimental meaning to the woman before him. It was hard to tell and read which was probably how Ezra usually was... hard to read.
He sat down like the woman asked, nodding to her as she motioned for him to watch her. She said she was going to help him find the card that was calling to him. The card that was mildly haunting his dreams. She seemed to know more about what was going on than he did. That wasn't very hard though... he didn't know what was going on at all. "Okay." That was about all he could muster as he watched her dig out thing of cards. She then showed him the pack of cards and he nodded in response to her question. It took him a minute before he realized he should verbalize his response. "I mean er... yes... yes that... yeah..." he stuttered over his words.
"I didn't give you my name... I'm sorry... that is so rude and I... I'm so sorry..." he said profusely apologizing about not even thinking to give his name. It took him about thirty seconds before he realized he had done it again. He hadn't even answered her question as he apologized for... well not giving up that information in the first place. "Crap... I mean Charani... my name is Charani." Well at least he managed to spit it out. That was progress right? Right.
