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 sun was bright, the weather warm, and the cool breeze too inviting to ignore.
Zephyr sat outside the Jesters' cafe, surrounded by metal parts and half-built contraptions scattered atop a picnic blanket. Spock, his dark furred monkey familiar, seemed momentarily content to join Zephyr in assembling clockwork mice from these mechanical pieces. The two of them seemed to be in-sync, handing each other tools and parts, and smiling silently at each others' unspoken jokes.
"Wha-- No! No attachin' knives to 'em!" the crafter suddenly exclaims, concern mixed evenly with amusement as his arm shoots towards the familiar in an attempt to snatch the half-built mouse from her hands. The monkey is faster, however, and leaps backwards evasively with a grin on her lips and a mischievous glint in her eyes. It quickly turns into a chase, with Sprocket dashing between the legs of passerbys and spinning around lampposts to evade her witch.
"Spock!" Zeph shouts after her with some frustration in his tone. Even so, he can't help but smile, knowing that she's playing. The monkey climbs up a stranger like a tree, clinging to his shirt and sticking out her tongue at Zephyr in protest. "Spock, c'mon, leave 'im be." The blonde sighs and turns his focus to the pour soul who was currently being used as a shield, "Sorry about her, mate -- she's a handful..."
Yet, another day at work. Too hard it been on Raiores so far. Too much for the jesters anyway. Well, he'd have to go through it for a while. His weekend was just over.
He has just finished that job that gives supposedly enough to buy some sweets that'd satisfy him for a while. He couldn't survive without his daily dose after all.
Walking among the crowds, having reported, he was looking for somewhere to rest. The nice weather changed his mind about staying inside. Home was another option he avoided, it was a long walk.
"Huh?" He couldn't help but stop for a moment and watch people around him, apparently bothered by something. It eventually reached him... And started climbing. "Ehh... Hey there!" He smiled at the little monkey and offered her a handshake.
"Spock, eh?" Raiores held and gave her to the guy, probably her witch, assuming she is a familiar. "Nah, she's nice."
Spock offers a toothy smile and a wave to the stranger, accepting his handshake with her tail.
Fairly certain that he meant her no harm, the monkey allows the stranger to pick her up, and flutters her eyes innocently at Zephyr when the stranger says she was nice. The crafter, however, gives her an incredulous look. "Her? Nice?" He reaches forward with a leather-gloved hand, giving her a limb to climb onto, "Nah, this one's a proper demon."
Spock laughs with a high-pitched cackle. She knows this to be a much more accurate description of herself and wears the title with pride. She climbs fluidly onto her witches shoulder, but makes no motion to surrender the half-built clockwork mouse held between her toes. Zephyr, similarly, takes no motion to take it back.
"Name's Zephyr. An' this's Sprocket," Zeph greets Raiores, motioning to the monkey when he says the second name. "Didn't mean t' interrupt your day -- we were just arguin' over how many knives belong on a mouse. My answer's still "none," by the way." he glances suspiciously at the monkey for that last statement, just as she starts slowly inching a small blade held in her tail closer to the contraption held in her feet. The familiar even had the gall to stare straight at him while she did.
"Owww, no way!" Raiores made an annoyed expression at how Zeph described little Spock. "Chu are a good girl, aren't chu?" He rubbed her little head with his fingers.
"Neatu! I'm Raiores but ye can call me Rai for short." He kept patting the little girl after his introduction. "Spockette, aren't you a cute little girl?"
Raiores giggled at the little "demon" goofing around and her witch's scolds. It's been a while since he was last scolded. (Sorta miss that attention... Heheh~)
"Let her add some bro. What's the worst that could happen?" Ignorant as he is when it comes to such matters, Raiores just decided to take the cuter side.
After a few moments, "Oh wait, I know!" Raiores put his hand in his pocket as if looking for something. He sounded like something had come up his mind. He eventually found it and extended the same hand towards Spock. "Here, hope ya like it. I've other flavors too if you want!" He gave a friendly smile hoping she'd accept his lollipop. Any of them. A huge fan he was.