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.
the more you climb, the more you know. the more you know, the more dangerous the game becomes. dmitri is notified of it immediately- xuan jin and kasimir burovski have headed out of the walls in an extracoven expidition into the wilderness, towards the village of beaumains and the unexplained red streak of several days ago. his head had begun spinning the instant he heard the news.[break][break] who the fuck was moving pieces like this?[break][break] but when he heard that kasimir burovski, novice and well-positioned one at that, had come to the brink of death, his aggression shifted color and gained weight. "no, i don't care about burovski," he told the voice over the mental link in his head. "so? i don't believe in rewarding incompetence. take this up with someone who does."[break][break]dmitri snickered savagely, as he continued down the halls. "oh? but i've already given him two chances." [break][break] there is a pause as he stops walking, sighing at the stupidity of the conversation. he honestly can't believe his time his being wasted like this. "no, i don't care what you do, either." what was with every single living being trying to curry his favour when in fact there was hardly any favour to be won? on days like this, he actually preferred bickering with kirean. [break][break] notes: n/a[break] tag: saskia burovski
Post by saskia burovski on Dec 18, 2017 14:22:21 GMT
she breathes: rapid, shallow, panicked; heartbeat fluttering weak against ribs. a butterfly beats its wings and, somewhere in the world, a whirlwind spins into existence. there is a name that floats into her consciousness -- kasimir burovski, ‘kasi’, brother, the only one she has left and saskia would curse the stars, rend them from the very heavens, infinite constellations crumpling under the wrath of a girl who has lost all family to fate’s slippery hands.
she breathes, she rounds the corner, she stops. lungs ineffectual at the sight of dmitri wisbane, enigmatic, dangerous, her brother’s name passing his lips -- hopes, rising -- like a curse. no, i don't care about burovski, says the leader of silvertongue, a coven that has sheltered her where none other would. someone who, from a distance, was admired. five feet away, his indifference is clear and hopes are dashed. feast, famine.
the rest of his words filter out only to be caught by luci; saskia by now is deaf, gripped tight simultaneously by worry and the overwhelming desire to flee. ( worry wins out in the end, as it always does. ) the bear brushes tight against her side, a protective pale shadow as she darts forward. “mr wisbane, sir,” she starts, hands wrung tight behind her back. “kasi-- kasimir burovksi, uh.” her mouth is dry.
the problem, dmitri had identified from early on, was that kasimir burovski trusted the wrong people. granted doing it right was a sort of trial and error thing, but honestly with enough years behind him the coven leader thought that it's have hit even his thick skull by now. alas, regardless of how many times he had attempted to spell things out for him, the novice had never wised up. but that was fine. if he would not pick a side in the conflict, he would not be granted the cards to play the game at all. [break][break]
and yet...beaumains. he got riled up just thinking about it. who? who?[break][break]
and then something or the other stopped in front of him and he was about to continue on his merry way via a sidestep or something similar, before it actually dawned on him that this particular witch wanted to speak to him. he doesn't hear the greeting, just a sort of mumbled query into the whereabouts of burovski. which in itself was suspicious. did everything want to test him today? [break][break] he did of course know of saskia burovski's existence. for some unfathomable reason this little snippet had been some kind of essence in the acquisition of kasimir's (questionable) co-operation. he had never really bothered to go as far as to touch, meet or even observe the girl in question and apparently the thicket of red hair wasn't quite enough for him to draw any assumption. [break][break] he had assumed kasimir dyed his hair on a regular basis- what kind of assassin would actually keep their hair the natural color? he let the silence speak and examined the girl, committing her to memory. [break][break] "...and who're you, love?" [break][break] notes: n/a[break] tag: saskia burovski
Post by saskia burovski on Jan 13, 2018 7:58:55 GMT
she’s already on edge, her heart beating a mile a minute. when her question is met by nothing but silence and a sharp eyed gaze, she is not sure what happens, but: her heart is either beating too quickly or not at all, the world not quite crumbling around her but hovering on the brink of it. it is a slow apocalypse, herself frozen on the edge of a dusky void, not quite falling but knowing that she could at any moment. somewhere in the cosmos, there is a hand that holds the strings of fate that keep her from plummeting to her demise. she does not know what dmitri wisbane is thinking, what he wants, nor what he is about to do, and the fear paralyses her.
he speaks, then, four short words in an anagram for indifference and apathy. fate is slippery and, in the eye of her mind, saskia burovski falls.
and frankly, she should have known better. she has always considered it -- the fact that she is a nobody, the fact that she can’t do anything, the fact that no one would logically go out of their way to take note of her. she has never had the will to entertain the fact that her acceptance into silvertongue was not of her own merit or effort, but as a footnote in the acceptance of others, a blot of errant ink on the paperwork. in that moment, she hates herself for having the audacity to hope.
“saskia burovski,” she hears herself say, in a shaky small-person voice, the type that gets talked over and ignored. behind her back, her nails dig red crescents in her wrist. “kasimir’s sister.”
by the gods, she’s being so selfish. saskia reminds herself: she is here for kasimir, and nothing else. she tries to force a semblance of calm into her voice, but worry stretches it thin. “please, sir, has something happened to him?”
he blinks at the name- it's something he's read once or twice but never really heard spoken aloud. "saskia, then," he hums, almost already bored of the young girl's existence. however, the meeting is curious enough to have him want to hear the girl out...oh, wait. her intentions and motivations were already spelled out from the beginning. what else was there that she could have wanted? love and feeling. it afflicted all the weakest of minds. [break][break] the spark of interest in his eyes died quickly at the mention of kasimir's name. how utterly bland.[break][break] "oh quite. a lot of things, i should suppose. it tends to happen when you sign your life away for someone else's sake and then proceed to be too weak-willed to negotiate the price of your soul." he smiled and the frightening thing was that it looked sharply genuine- the edges of his eyes crinkled as he spoke. [break][break] "your brother's on the fast track to the place where demons like him get made, love. or perhaps he'll be stopped on the road by someone with a kind heart. saved by an angel. who knows?" [break][break] he looked down at her, eyes ice-blue and as vacant as the frigid tundra of the north. around them, the keep was silent. anyone passing quickened their pace when they caught sight of dmitri, a few cast the redhaired girl curious looks. [break][break]
