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 claire fermont on Nov 26, 2017 14:37:13 GMT
Thru Lucena, Claire understood the complexity and diversity of the libraries of Sundial. There is the main library at the City Center, which Gammana handles. There are smaller libraries linked to the main ones all throughout the city, then there are the private libraries. The sizes of these private libraries vary, so do its contents and the reasons they're built. Avian Hellsong, for example, takes pride in his works, and even as he died he refuses to publicized his prized scrolls.
"He's a greedy cunt," Vani comments upon hearing the story. "He wants money off his works. He is not helping in advancing witchcraft, he's holding it back even in his grave."
Claire sighs and nods her head. "Very few witches have access to his works. No one entirely knows what power those scrolls possess. I can see why it is subject to such intent interest--the potential of Hellsong's scrolls is high." Claire herself has not read any Hellsong enchantment scroll. One needs to pay gold in order to access a scroll from the Grand Collection, and the price is thrice as Kiki's.
"Bull frog shit," Vani scoffs, and Claire can't help but to agree. Hellsong is a man of questionable morals, or rather, a perfect example of a stereotypical elite. He belongs to the type of people born with a golden spoon that Claire strongly dislikes.
But there is always an example to the general rule. For one: Milo Tremerie. Compassionate Knight, fellow novice, trustworthy friend, today's mission partner. Claire is thirty minutes early from the agreed time, so she and Vani has time to spare for chitchat and a cup of cheapest coffee available from the rather expensive coffee shop she is going to stay in for the next thirty minutes.
The place is actually inside the Hellsong compound, which is located on the Outskirts of Sundial. The actual library is still a few blocks away from the place. From what she received, the library is quarantined. No one goes in, no one goes out. The beast is doomed. But the longer it stays, the more threat it poses. Today, the beast is going down.
The compound is gigantic-- and that is coming from Milo Tremerie. Granted, he is not the richest of the circle of heirs. The whole idea of generational wealth is not quite his style: his parents were far too greatly criticized as nouveau riche. But those were just the buzzing of a few flies against the sounds of an orchestra...or so he liked to think.
Hellsong was a name he knew and was too-well acquainted with. He had never liked the many regardless of how many times they had met- the man was proud and secluded and did not know much at all how to deal with people. He had several wives hidden away inside his multitude of lands and buildings, and he blamed each for his own infertility. In other words, he was a man clutching to the past...somehow, the thought seemed to squeeze at Milo's ribcage.
As agreed, they met in the gardens in front of the library a few minutes before the requester was due to arrive. "Madame Claire~" Milo said, inclining his head and teasing because he knew Claire was unused to titles. "How have you been? You look as ready as ever. I definitely wouldn't want to be in the beast's position." He chuckled nervously.
Milo would give her time to respond before adding in, rather conversationally, "And if you hadn't already guessed, our client's a bit of a...unique case. He's probably going to be ridiculous about the whole affair..." Like demanding zero property damage, or even that clean the place afterward.
Even as the man arrives-- (on a horse drawn carriage in his own compound, for Merlin's sake!) Milo can only wish that this man will manage to avoid pissing off Claire. Or, more realistically, the ice witch's more fiery familiar.
Post by claire fermont on Jan 8, 2018 10:09:28 GMT
Claire looks up at the honorific, and she greets her friend with eyes rolling heavenward. "I'm fine, I'm fine," Claire says lightly. The sour mood from before, talking about Hellsong, is all but gone with the arrival of the dashing Knight.Claire gives him a sly look. "You flatter me. You're a force to be reckoned with, as well." And it's true, in every aspect.
Vani hears it first--the sound of a carriage being drawn and footsteps of several human beings--before it reached the witch's ears. Claire raises and eyebrow. "What's the need?" she comments, annoyance clear in her deep voice. Vani reflects her sentiment and snarls at the incoming parade.
The guards at front falters a step, then, with a quick deliberation, raise their spears.
But before Vani could react (and before Claire could restrain him), the man in the carriage steps down. He is golden-haired man, probably in his thirties, with a smug smirk and emerald green eyes. He is adorned with the delicacies of the elite class, and you can tell that this man has everything in a silver plate all his life.
"No need to for hostility. We're merely starting the fun," he speaks in his thin voice. He addresses Milo, first, opening his arms--a welcoming gesture. "Well, if it isn't Milo Tremerie. This is quite a reunion don't you think?" He smiles at Milo, then, thin lips stretching into a upward curve.
Vani's snarl catches his attention shortly after, and he turns to face Claire with an outstretched hand. "But of course! Thank you, too, lovely Knight. I'm Aro, the son of Avian Hellsong. Your name is..?"
All the while Claire wants to gag. He reeks of sweet perfume, and his sweet words are full of deceit as well. "Claire Fermont," she answers, voice level. She returns the handshake with a little too strong grip, and Aro winces slightly. "But enough of that. Tell us what we need to know."
OOC Notes // Feel free to make anything up about the monster!
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