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 Jan 22, 2018 2:28:57 GMT
in the grand scheme of things, he supposes this doesn’t matter too much. that’s the thing about the long war; it beckons to him at mere thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, and by eighteen he is living and breathing dust and ashes of a fight reforged. he has tried, does continue to try, to see if he can separate parts of his life from the coven, but time has only proven that there is no separate maddox rothscus that lies outside leviathan. the best that he can do right now is to convince himself that these knights are new and ignorant enough of their own coven to lessen the sin.
besides, he kind of needed the money.
it wasn’t as if them being part of the knights was integral to the mission; their covens were inconsequential for this endeavour. it was a service to the council, who, despite his own misgivings, presided over sundial ( and, thus, seeing as he was one of the idiots who lived there, it was be wise to bow his head once in a while ).
he waits patiently by the edge of an outpost, overshadowed only by the bulk of his familiar. the clouds above are a heavy grey, but the rain has yet to fall; it is often quiet out on the outskirts, but perhaps today it is quieter than usual.
moosely swings his head around, noticing the arrival of their mission partners before maddox even turns, dark eyes baleful and mistrusting in a not-quite greeting. “don’t mind him,” maddox says, firmly pushing the familiar’s head out of the way. he smiles, polite and amiable. “he’s always in a bad mood. i’m madison -- pleasure to meet you.”
avoiding combat if necessary. they have a bodyguard as well. it should embarrass briar to some extent that this is a mission her coven deemed her fit for. and it might have, had she not agreed wholeheartedly. she knows where her strengths lie, and they certainly aren't with instigating fights and causing destruction (even if thistle still painstakingly nags her to take some sort of self defense class). but she has faith in her diplomacy skills, and faith that should the trouble on the outskirts be more than they can handle, their escort can take care of things.
she's normally in the gardens of the helios knights' headquarters so she's seen many faces. names are another story, but she tends to like to try and keep up with who's who. so she recognizes the face of her coven companion when they meet, but for the life of her can't recall her name. she offers up her own introduction, smiles apologetically when she asks for her companion's name, and as they walk she doesn't offer to fill the silence between them.
she hasn't ventured to the outskirts of town very often. she prefers the heart of the city, where life is bustling and it's easy to get lost in the throes of people. here, she sticks out like a sore thumb, a fair-haired smudge against the gray sky, gray walls. she hesitates when they round a corner and their bodyguard's familiar looms over them, but her steps falter only a moment before she eases a slightly nervous smile back over her lips.
"it's nice to meet you as well, madison. i'm briar." she leans to the left so she can catch the moose's eye. "and it's a pleasure to meet you as well. thank you for agreeing to come out here."
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]emma is late - her fingers skim over greg's exoskeleton as she runs, breezing by. breeze caresses her skin, and she manages a brief salute to someone she knows when they say hi, twirling to face them as she jogs backwards. "sorry, can't talk right now!" [break][break] greg matches her stride for stride with a hop, a mild sense of annoyance and resignation singing through their bond, and she sighs before scooping him up. he prefers to be physically materialized near her, she knows, but he's so lazy sometimes that it makes her pout. he grips her arms and looks at her balefully, and she can hear him saying we should have left sooner. [break][break] "you were the one that made us late!" emma says, hushed and quiet, hissing through her teeth, and hurries through to try to join the person she's supposed to be with. briar atkins, she remembers after a while, chagrined, and the girl introduces herself the same time emma is about to introduce herself. she opens her mouth and closes it, beaming back, and introduces herself as well when pressed. she tries to start conversation - almost does - and then realizes she doesn't have anything to talk about, so she just sets greg down and tugs her fingers through her hair self-consciously. [break][break] briar takes the lead when they meet the old-looking man (older, she corrects herself, blinking at his face, not old. stop it, emma.) and introduces herself, where emma hangs at the back for a second before following in her footsteps, trying to avoid outright staring at the giant familiar. it's not like she hasn't seen them before, but she feels dwarfed, standing at one hundred and forty-nine centimeters next to giants of creatures. [break][break] she waves to start off, before backtracking - ah, that seemed too informal - and instead bows slightly. "hello, i'm emmaline," she chirps, and it's seconds too late to say something else without it seeming awkward when she realizes she's forgotten to tack on her surname. instead, she rushes to say, "most people call me emma, though!" [break][break] she tries to peek at madison's familiar to say hello, and realizes to her dismay that she can't really reach where he's looking at. that aside, they're all assembled now! she peeks at greg to see if he's fallen asleep (he has), and discreetly nudges him awake.
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[attr="class","seeyouhead"]to bring us back home
[attr="class","seeyoucreds"]MADE BY MINNIE OF WONDERLAND
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Jan 24, 2018 6:57:56 GMT
‘they have manners,’ moosely remarks silently as briar greets him, and maddox lets his smile fade from something merely civil to one that is more genuine. it is rare that his familiar is ever even vaguely appreciative of anything a knight may do. perhaps it is the weather; perhaps it is the open space. perhaps it is the promise that maddox made to moosely some time before they got here: ‘if there’s anything to fight, have at it. go wild, buddy.’
“it’s no problem,” he responds easily, and it isn’t really a lie. he likes the outskirts, frankly, but then again, maddox would willingly go into less savory places if it were for a job. he begins to move, picking his way across carriage trails on the well-trodden path. “we’d best get moving.”
ahead, moosely hardly has the grace to wait; he crashes through the long grass that lines the side of the paths, each stride far longer than maddox’s own. maddox lets him go, trusting the familiar to handle himself should they come across any trouble before reaching their destination. he turns, instead, to his two companions.
“what do you think we’ll find?” comes an idle question. for an alleged bodyguard, maddox seems sparsely armed. a dagger on his belt seems to be the only weapon he carries. “bandits? wild animals? heck, maybe monsters?”
the sidewalks here aren't as put together as those in the city center, though she's sure less feet travel on them every day. trampled grass and weeds spill desperately through a motley of cracks. their soles crunch over loose gravel and dirt. and though her heart is fluttering faster than usual, she's awestruck by the change of scenery--how something so close could be so different. and then she feels wrong, finding something wondrous when this is the backdrop for people's unfortunate lives.
she puts her hands in her pockets and looks sideways at madison.
"monsters this close to city limits? i hope not." she shudders. the idea isn't exactly unlikely, but surely they would have sent more capable people if there were chaotic monsters rampaging near town. no, no, these complaints have to be the work of vagrants, thugs, maybe smaller creatures causing mischief.
thistle voices his concerns in the back of her mind. the lazy cat complained earlier about missing out on his catnap for the day (and reminded her that she ought to have at least tried to nap before this mission), but he's on high alert now. the only reason he hasn't manifested is because briar asked him not to. if it's dangerous, she'd rather leave her bodyguard up to the fighting. even though thistle comes up to her ankles, the cat will still insist on throwing himself to the wolves for her. and neither of them need that (especially given their link).
"i think we're nearing the latest site. do you see anything?" she asks, voicing her question to the girl beside her.
