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.
A wraith has been lost within the walls of Eclipse Town. No details have been provided as to WHY a wraith was in town to begin with, but it has been requested that the abomination be captured or killed as soon as possible. Mimics have the ability of transfiguration, and are one of the few wraiths which can hide their shadowy outer aura.
Allegedly, wraiths are supposed to give witches a feeling of distress and unease. Unfortunately, this whole town gives most witches a similar feeling...
Finding something out of the ordinary in an unordinary place is quite the challenge. A muzzled owlbear chained to the side of someone's house makes you wonder if one lone mimic is really the most dangerous thing here...
Someone -- or something? -- is laughing, but you can't for the life of you figure out where it's coming from. The locals don't seem too concerned, however.
Post by percival grayreme on Sept 27, 2018 10:50:23 GMT
Okay, so he has to find a wraith. Easy enough. I mean, it is known that the wraith has the ability to morph into something else entirely--transfiguration--as the proper term entails. Percy had been eyeing transfiguration for a long time, even practices some of its scrolls but not entirely mastering the affinity. Somehow, he always remembers illusion when he practices transfiguration, and so he figured it is very hard to master an affinity that has the same workings as illusion.
It sucks, if Percy has to be honest.
He had no idea how to find this wraith. He strolls the streets of Eclipse Town, not knowing what to find, not knowing where to look. The town is strange, needless to say. And in a place where the normal seems out of place, it's a challenge to find the extraordinary.
And so Percy keeps walking, but eventually he tires. Frankly he is getting bored of being suspicious, and so he resigns to fate--the ever playful fate, to guide him to the mimic. He figures the mimic would show itself sooner or later. He just have to wait... patiently. The boy stops looking, instead, relaxes against the wooden bench.
He's quite hungry, though, and once again he stands up not looking for the mimic, but for food. As he does laughter echoes all around him, and he keeps his ears perked for its source. Ah, but before all of that--food. Percy approaches an small food stall, or at least that's what he think it is. It has several jars and baskets of bread. Definitely a food stall, with a young woman standing beside it, holding a sign, "Eclipse Town Delicacies."
The laughter is getting irritating, not to mention creepy. He must find its source--but before that, he approaches the woman. "Two bread rolls, please."
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Shoot an apple off my head and a Trouble that can't be named A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing Confusion that never stops The closing walls and the
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Sept 28, 2018 6:03:14 GMT
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[attr="class","saoheadtext"]saoirse // ó floinn
[attr="class","saotext"]This town is strange, to say the least. She is not fond of the overall ghouly atmosphere, but the people here seem happy enough with how they are living. She, herself, is merely passing through in her journey back to Sundial; she wouldn't be staying more than a day or two before she will continue onwards. And so, she is...not quite sure how she got herself into this situation; that is, becoming a helper to an old woman selling common goods.
One moment she had been perusing the different items that the market had on offer (they were mundane things really, not a lot to see), when suddenly the stall owner of the bread and jam stall pulls her to the side, pleading for some assistance while mumbling that she had some things to attend to. While not unwilling to provide help, it did unnerve her a little when eerie laughter burbles from somewhere behind her. (Rude much?) Before she could say anything, a sign had been shoved into her hands and the lady disappeared into the crowd.
Now here she stands a little awkwardly, carrying a sign that advertises the items behind her while not knowing anything about their prices. For a while, no one approaches her, obviously not interested in bread and jam and she can relax a little. Surely, the old woman would be back soon.
Minutes pass and still no sign. Closing her eyes, she has half the mind to rub at her temple but instead, she heaves a great sigh and leans against the stall. Please come back, she thinks with a groan.
"Two bread rolls, please." The voice of the boy has her eyes snapping back open and she stares at him for a few seconds before shaking her head. Sucking her lips, she readjusts the sign and inhales deeply.
"I don't actually work here. The owner of the stall... She's-um-She's gone somewhere and I'm just looking after the stall." She says with no small amount of weariness. Offering a wry smile, she continues. "You're welcome to take my place if you want to wait until she comes back.
Post by percival grayreme on Oct 3, 2018 8:18:58 GMT
Oh? Percy looks at the woman, nodding as she says her excuse. Ah well, that doesn't really excuses her from anything. The fact that she has been given the duty, she should fulfill it, even if it's just assistance to an old woman, and even if she is forced to do so. "That's very kind of you," he compliments her. He returns her wry smile with a small sweet smile of his. "I'm afraid I can't take that offer at the moment. I have quite an errand to make."
He stops for a few seconds, deciding his course of action. Looks like this lady won't give him his food... so he takes it upon himself to take two bread rolls from the bread basket. He picks several nuggets of gold from his pouch and wedged it in between the baskets. He puts 20 pieces of gold, well at least he assume that is the price.
"Ah, right," he suddenly says, only remembering the girl. He turns to her, smiling cheekily. "Tell the old lady thank you for me."
All along the eerie laughter has echoed all around them, and just as Percy takes a bite of the bread roll, it stops, causing him to stop munching halfway. Not a second later the sound is replaced with a very noisy bird. Percy looks up. "That must have been the mimic, changing forms..." he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.
But as the boy said, he would not be walking around the town again. So he stays. His serious expression turns into a beam as he stands beside the woman in hood. "Okay, you got me." A munch of the bread roll. "I'll sfay wif you--only until the storekeeper comes back."
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Shoot an apple off my head and a Trouble that can't be named A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing Confusion that never stops The closing walls and the
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Oct 4, 2018 12:44:56 GMT
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[attr="class","saoheadtext"]saoirse // ó floinn
[attr="class","saotext"]She holds her smile, the expression stiffening as the boy appraises her. Is that sarcasm she hears? It had better not be, she thinks as she readjusts her grip of the sign. She inhales not quite so deeply to be noticed, but enough to remain calm and reevaluates. On most days, such banter can be appreciated but this is not one of those days. While rational thinking tells her that she shouldn't assume the negative implications, her worsening mood smothers it beneath a heated haze.
An errand, he says - Why! How unique. She didn't have something as important as an errand to complete. No, she had merely been on her way home - in Sundial. ( Which is a while away. And she cannot afford to waste time on the road. Because she will die during the night from a monster attack. ) Her expression betrays none of her warring thoughts, but she makes no move to give him the apples he wants—it was foolish of him to assume she had any authority in regards to the managing of the stall. ( Although, perhaps she could have worded it better when she had responded. Indeed, she was looking after the stall, but she certainly had no say in administration. ) Either way, it would be fraud.
The boy continues to smile sunnily at her and the sheer sight has her own cheeks aching, but to be polite, she returns the same cheery expression. When he doesn't leave, she falters a little and tilts her head. Why is he still here?
A sudden shrill squawk has her breaking focus and she looks towards the approximate source of the noise. What was that? Eyebrows furrowing, she frowns slightly, bemused at the strange sound. The poor chicken.
"-changing forms." A mutter from the boy has her directing her frown at him. What was changing forms?
"Pardon?" She says, leaning forward in instinct to hear his response.
Oh, he's smiling again. ( This time she doesn't make the effort to answer it. ) Grimacing slightly as he eats and talks, she nods and gives a tight grin. "Ah hah, that's very kind of you."
A pause.
"I don't know when she's coming back, so there might be quite a bit of a wait. I...don't really know where she went either."
Post by percival grayreme on Oct 4, 2018 14:01:30 GMT
The lady remains expressionless, so Percy does not pay her any more attention, instead he says what he has to say, and then stays behind. What piques her interest however, is that one sentence he said to himself. Of all the things she should pay attention to, like doing a better job, for example... But eh, the boy will take it. She's the first one to actually act genuinely surprised when he mentioned anything related to the mimic. Everyone around here just seems so... apathetic, like all the weird things happening around here are all but normal.
He stares at her, trying to find out where she's at, until he realizes. Percy decides to be honest. "Oh. I was actually looking for something," he starts. He is not really answering the question. "A mimic. And then I had to kill it. That's about it."
The poor bird continues to squawk, like it is being crushed or gagged or something. The sound seem to be coming from everywhere. "I thought that the bird would be the mimic changing forms. I can't be sure, though."
Percy stays put, however, and just enjoys the meal. Granted, he would probably come looking for it later. Right now, though, he finishes the two bread rolls, then sighs. "I need water," the boy says. "Do you have any water, miss? Or know of a source. Anything works."
As he waits for an answer, he recalls the scroll--Witch's Intuition--and closes his eyes for five seconds--then opens them. Perhaps, he would have an idea on where the damn mimic is. Also, maybe the girl would grace her with kindness and offer him water.
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Shoot an apple off my head and a Trouble that can't be named A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing Confusion that never stops The closing walls and the
In the silence that falls over Eclipse Town, a wooden barrel rolls across an intersection some distance away, strangely reminiscent of a tumbleweed in the Flatlands. A few exotic feathers seem to be stuck in the wood grain.
The barrel passes out of sight just as Percy's spell registers the foreboding aura of an aberration around it. As the soft rumble of wood on cobblestone becomes more distant, the rhythmic creaks of the town's swaying trees fill the silence.
Post by percival grayreme on Oct 10, 2018 11:09:44 GMT
When he opens his eyes, the world is at peace.... or so he thinks. The aura of Eclipse Town, at least in his immediate sight, is calm, yet eerie, somehow. Nothing is out of place, and all around him things hum with what little mana they have. The woman's presence beside him is faint yet sure, but Percy barely notices that. Well, if you see an abomination right in front of your eyes, it's very easy to lose track of... others.
The barrel, with feathers stuck in its crappy structure, rolls out of sight just before Percy could react. The scroll fades, and Percy's eyes remain open, staring at the point where the barrel rolled out of sight.
At this point, Percy still has doubts. What if that barrel is something else entirely? He'd just be wasting mana dealing with something he need not to mess with. But those doubts don't stop him from springing into action. He wills Seraph to materialize, and in a silent swirly of water, the mute swan appears in her usual blob of water floating in the sky.
"This is Seraph," Percy introduces, turning to the woman beside him. The swan just bobs her head in acknowledgement. "You're a witch, aren't you? I'm not very worried about you, I'm sure you can protect yourself. Just be wary of any rolling barrels. They're weird as fuck." With that farewell, Percy proceeds to go to the direction of the barrel. He does not know what awaits him, but he comes prepared.
Moisture begins to collect everywhere he walks. The earth begins to sprout tiny puddles, ready to group whenever Percy calls it. Just in case, though... At the distance, blindly, he and Seraph summons a watersprout, hoping to damage that barrel, wherever it rolled by.
TL;DR // Percy says goodbye to Sao, summons Seraph. They summon a watersprout blindly at a distance, hoping to hit the barrel.
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Shoot an apple off my head and a Trouble that can't be named A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing Confusion that never stops The closing walls and the
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Oct 13, 2018 11:19:30 GMT
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[attr="class","saoheadtext"]saoirse // ó floinn
[attr="class","saotext"]The boy piques her interest as he comes clean with what he meant in his off-handed mutter—a peculiar search for a mimic of all things. She rests her chin on the sign, now far more curious about the nature of the young male and his task. Eyes roving up and down his form in an examining manner, unsure if she sees in him the makings of a fighter. Mimics are certainly devious creatures if the books are correct in their definition; shape-shifting would definitely prove a challenge if he didn't even know what to look for.
He looks scrawny. Marchosias helpfully supplies and she smiles slightly at the description, but lightly chastises him for the rude observation.
The squawking chicken still warbles in distress as it is strangled somewhere in the area. Her face falls in a grimace in sympathy for the poor bird. Goodness, whoever is taking so long to handle a chicken should honestly just let it go in peace. It would save everyone the trouble from hearing its deplorable cries.
She watches the boy swallow a dry piece of bread, mildly concerned that he too would start choking and join the chicken in a sad imitation of its plight, but thankfully, he swallows. Blinking as he asks for water, she gives a small 'oh' before fumbling a little with the sign as she swings her rucksack to the front. Marchosias materialises onto her shoulder and she jerks her head towards the bag, knowing that she would probably end up dropping everything if she tried getting her canteen herself. Giving a small nod, her familiar scurries into the pack and as soon as he gives a negative about her current water situation, she holds out a hand towards the cobblestone.
Just as she is about to generate a pillar of water, a large swan suddenly appears out of thin air. Startled, she immediately withdraws her hand, pulling the sign close to her body. Well, she certainly wasn't expecting that. The boy introduces the swan as Seraph and Saoirse can only nod in response, eyes flickering to her sable.
"Marchosias." She mumbles, as she gestures towards her own familiar. Come to think of it, she should ask for his na-
He's leaving. The young male blurts out a few sentences that she barely hears (something about witches and rolling barrels?) and turns on his heel. Watching him depart whilst creating a trail of water, she gapes at what had just happened. Scoffing incredulously, she mutters to herself as she presses fingers to her temple. "You've got to be joking."
( The old lady decides to make her return just as she makes to leave, feebly thanking her for her generosity. Out of politeness, she smiles and denies that it had been any trouble and with some deliberation, asks if she can keep the sign.
The old lady says yes. )
After thanking the stall owner, she dashes after the young male, sign firmly gripped under one arm and backpack rattling behind her with Marchosias poking his head from the bag.
The stray feathers progressively unstick themselves from the barrel's wood grain, lingering instead in the puddles caused by Percy's element. They leave a convenient trail towards an alley commonly used by dockworkers. [break][break] Many fish-filled barrels were injured in this mission due to Percy's water spout, but not the one he was looking for.
