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.
CAUGHT ON THE THOUGHT OF THAT TIME, EVERYTHING WAS FINE, EVERYTHING WAS MINE
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he very sight of the gravestone reminds him painfully of what he's lost. That no amount of hope or praying to anyone anywhere would bring them back, to feel the cooing of his mother that lulls him to sleep or the gentle brush of his father when he had greeted him on the doorstep.
"Mother, father, Ning, Xuan's come to visit." He announces, pulling out three incense sticks, lighting them and leaving them to burn away. Xuan traces their names and then onto a blank space beside his brother, Ning's. There should be another name there, another brother. The one who had vanished for 8 years now. He shakes the thought away, even if the hope were on its last legs, he hoped any prayed anyway, even if it was laughable.
"Xuan will find him, Xuan will bring him back, alive and well. You all will look after him, right?" It had been a sentence repeated thousands of times. No tears come anymore, sometimes he forgets that he can even cry anymore. His instead closes them as he leans against the cool stone.
A quiet rumble disturbs the peace, far off in the distance but the wind fortells that a storm is coming, soon.
GIVE ME ONE LAST KISS WHILE WE'RE FAR TOO YOUNG TO DIE
He does not know how to feel as he stands before the grave, blue eyes fixated on the words etched deep into speckled granite and simply forces his hands down in the confinement of his pockets. Basile had heard rumours whisking around closer inner circles though he never thought for them to be true; he never thought that the mentor from his childhood would die at such a tender age. However, he refrains from crying as he stares down the large stone though the silence does not last long when a weak sigh slips past his lips– a bittersweet sight, “It's been some time, I never thought the rumors would be true.” He murmurs the words under his breath, momentarily tilting his head away as he peers at the graves.
“So stubborn and fixated, simply blind to the world that surrounded you. You were so hellbent then, wanting everyone around you to know your name and yet you leave with barely a whisper to anyone.” His words are careful though laced with a rising anger that had been suppressed for quite some time. Basile does not feel relief at the grim sight. Instead, he feels a sense of disappointment when his gaze returns to the stone; how someone so loud could leave quietly.
He does not have time to the mourn the loss of the witch that had played a crucial role in his childhood, instead he is ushered away when gray overcast skies begin to pour down rain, “Unfortunately, I cannot stay with you. Perhaps another time.” He explains, his voice soft as he takes a step back; eyes widening when he hears the low roll of thunder in the distance.
Basile does not linger around the grave any further and turns away to carefully yet quickly navigate the beaten walkways of the cemetery; unaware of the man that lingered at one of the graves. His steps begin to quicken as the weather turns worse and the rumble grows louder, his vision momentarily tunneled to find shelter from the oncoming storm– colliding into the stranger he failed to notice.
CAUGHT ON THE THOUGHT OF THAT TIME, EVERYTHING WAS FINE, EVERYTHING WAS MINE
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e gazes into the distance, contented just let the rain fall on him, crying out tears that his eyes could not anymore.
Not a second later Xuan feels something large colliding into him, his vision tilting and blurring as he falls onto his side. After a blink or two, his mind stabilises enough to catch a glimpse of wheat-coloured hair.
Before Xuan could ask the person to move off, lightning flashes through the sky brighter than any streak of light. Following behind is the boom of thunder, echoing through the nearly empty graveyard.
A laugh bubbles on his lips, his irritation completely disappearing. It would seem that someone else would be looking like a drowned cat when they arrived home today.
he very sight of the gravestone reminds him painfully of what he's lost. That no amount of hope or praying to anyone anywhere would bring them back, to feel the cooing of his mother that lulls him to sleep or the gentle brush of his father when he had greeted him on the doorstep. 
