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 percival grayreme on Oct 14, 2018 6:42:09 GMT
The sound of multiple barrels shattering as the sprout hits echoes throughout the town. The direction he took brings him closer to the shoreline, and when he actually reached the docks, chaos greets him. He and Seraph has destroyed many fish barrels, but Percy has the gut feeling they didn't quite hit what they want to hit. Percy surveys the sight quickly, trying to find where that barrel went.
Seraph pecks him in the shoulder, and Percy looks back with a raised eyebrow. Seraph pointed to a trail, and when Percy looked he could see where she's coming from. The same feathers scatter on the ground. That must have been the trail which the barrel rolled onto. Percy goes to pick a stray feather from the puddle and holds it up close, studying it. It definitely is an unusual one. Percy isn't an expert in birds, so he only sees and knows the common. This? Nope, definitely not.
He telepathically asks Seraph what creature this feather is from. The swan has no idea.
"Very well," Percy says, standing up. "Let's go find out."
And apparently, that "us" does not only include him and his familiar, but also the woman from before... and her familiar tucked in her bag. Honestly surprised, Percy comes up to meet her. "Hello! Glad you could join us today! Do you have any idea what kind of bird has this kind of feather? Seems pretty unusual to me."
Not missing a beat, Percy ushers her forward. Meanwhile, Seraph goes ahead of them following the feather trail. "Let's follow the trail! I'm going to bet this is the mimic I've been looking for. It does have an unusual magical presence."
TL;DR // Percy plucks a feather, asks Sao if she knows what bird has that kind of feather.
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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 following the trail, the feathers become fewer and further between. Luckily, Percy does spot the barrel again, but unlike before, it seems to have grown a disproportioned arm and was picking the remaining feathers out of a set of abnormally large teeth. Upon their arrival, the barrel turns to the duo like a deer in headlights, promptly sprouts a pair of legs, and dashes behind the nearest building.
Post by percival grayreme on Oct 21, 2018 5:22:22 GMT
Seraph spots the barrel, then quickly tells Percy telepathically. Poor boy can't even wait for the kind lady's answer. Instead, Percy grabs her arm and takes her with him as he follows the feather trail. "Quick!" Percy says. "It's definitely the mimic--"
And then he sees it, and wishes he hasn't. Percy stops dead in his track, and watches the barrel pick the feathers out of it's--ugh--teeth with its arm. As far as Percy knows, barrels normally don't have arms nor teeth. Apparently, this certain barrel is the exception. When it spots Percy, it swivels to his direction, then stops for a second.
Percy squints.
Of course, the barrel has to grow a pair of legs, then it flees, heading towards the nearest structure. Percy wants to puke. This is beyond weird. And this is transfiguration? Gross.
Beyond the shock and disgust, Percy's eyes sparkle. He's getting a glimpse of his chosen secondary affinity. He turns to the lady with an expression so excited and delighted. "Did you see that?!" he exults. "Gross! Let's kill it! Stay here--I'm going to try and lure it out. Wish me luck, milady."
They are near the sea, fortunately, so Percy channels the abundant water source. With Seraph's expertise, they summon a WATER DRAGON BULLET. Seraph swerves the water dragon and directs it until it creeps behind the building, in pursuit of the barrel. As Seraph does this, Percy creeps towards the other end of the building, hoping to limit the escape routes of the mimic.
TL;DR // Percy and Seraph creates Water Dragon Bullet, aims it to the barrel. Percy tries to block the escape route of 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 21, 2018 8:29:05 GMT
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[attr="class","saotext"]Fish barrels explode around her as the boy's waterspouts hit them from all directions. Sailors and merchants yell in shock as they watch their merchandise fly, covering cobblestone with slimy silver. It's an almost humorous sight if not for the one unfortunate consequence; one by one, they unleash a revolting scent of fish that immediately has Saoirse struggling to hold back the building urge to throw up. Holding a hand to her mouth and nose, she groans under her breath, cursing at the terrible smell. Sucking in one large breath, she vows not to let go until she is out of the vicinity.
Dashing through the streets, she catches up to the boy at the docks and is greeted by him rather cheerfully. Upon being asked to identify a feather, her eyes narrow in scrutiny, gingerly brushing a finger through the delicate vane. She is no ornithologist, not recalling any books at home that had birds with such plumage. Shaking her head, she denies knowing its species.
The boy doesn't seem to be in the mood for any introductions for he eagerly continues to talk, chattering away about their next port of call and issuing directions to his familiar. In his fast-paced action, she cannot do anything except make a dismissive noise and trail after them. Marchosias makes a chitter, clicking his teeth together and he sends a disgruntled sigh through their connection. Smiling slightly, she shrugs lightly in response to him and is just about to relax when the boy grabs her arm.
Hardly holding back an exclamation, a choked gasp is forced out as the momentum lurches her forward. "-Hey!"
Desperately trying not to trip on her own feet and drop everything in her hands, she stumbles a few steps before falling into rhythm with the other witch. Buildings flash past as they follow the dwindling feather trail. It isn't long until he suddenly stops, the abrupt pause sending her crashing into him, chin bashing into his shoulder. Mouth falling open, she feels her jaw throb and she lets out a pained groan. Tugging her arm out of his grip, her hand comes up to massage the sore area. "Give a girl some warning before you pull away."
He doesn't reply, having focused on something else. Peering over his shoulder, she freezes at the grotesque sight of a barrel with teeth and an arm. It's a vision most bizarre and frankly, it's an ugly one. She makes a disgusted sound, face pulled down into a repulsed expression. The boy turns to her, stars in his eyes and exclaiming excitedly how gross it is and expressing the desire to kill it. Smiling pointedly, she nods and gestures forward. "Go ahead."
Channeling the water from the sea, she watches as he casts a water spell—a projectile bullet, in fact at the mimic and muses that the boy has some arsenal to his name. The mimic-barrel-thing suddenly sprouts legs—goodness, what a terrible picture—running off towards a building. The boy dashes away as well, hoping to cut the creature off and leaves her standing by herself.
"You should do something too, to make this finish quicker." Marchosias remarks offhandedly.
Sighing slightly, she drops the sign on the cobblestone and holds out her hand in the direction of the mimic. A moment later, a BUBBLE materialises and she wills it around the mimic, hoping to stop it from moving. "There." She says to her familiar. "I've done something."
tl;dr sao is more bystander than anything, but casts bubble to try and help percy out a little and to stop the barrel from running away on its gross legs.
Post by percival grayreme on Oct 21, 2018 11:05:29 GMT
Percy has to admit--he has been too enthusiastic about this whole mess. At first he was afraid, but now he's just exalted. More importantly, he wants the mimic gone. Something so horrifyingly ugly has no place on the lands of this earth. His enthusiasm doesn't waver even if the lady rubs the sore spot that he has caused by obviously gripping too hard a while ago. He just tries to contain it, and so even his apology is stiff and his tone not really apologetic.
"Ah..." Percy says, breathing deep. "I'm sorry." Somehow, even if he doesn't feel like so, he feels like he should apologize. This woman just exudes the aura that no one should mess with her. Percy has to apologize--if he doesn't, he might as well receive some bad karma.
To be honest, that's the most Percy can manage before the barrel does the most unimaginable. That certain barrel just goes against the very laws of being a barrel. Percy has the urge to throw it into the ocean. He receives explicit permission then, and so he hurries away after launching the dragon. At the far end he could see a bubble blocking the path.
Oh? He asks Seraph quick if she has materialized a bubble without him knowing--but she says no.
Oh. The woman is a water elemental.
Well, then, this should be easy. They're both near their elements, which would make their powers stronger. Percy also creates his own BUBBLE on the other end in hopes of trapping the hideous barrel inside the alleyways. Unless it could develop wings, there shouldn't be any way into which it could escape.
TL;DR // Percy notices that Sao is a water elemental. Also creates his own bubble and puts it into the other end hoping to trap 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
The mimic is hit squarely by the water dragon bullet, splintering off some of its wooden-looking extremities and causing a dark smoke to bleed from its wound. On impact, it shouts some garbled imitation of English, as if it were familiar with the sounds, but not the meanings of curses. Though Saoirse's bubble holds the injured wraith for a few moments, its entire body soon morphs into an oversized spiked head of a morningstar, piercing through both bubbles before switching directions and rolling hastily towards the two witches.
The spikes developed by the mimic pierce through the bodies of both witches as it rolls past -- one through Percy and two through Saorise. The mimic doesn't seem keen on staying around to fight, however; it continues to roll away, leaving a trail of dark, wispy smoke from its open wound in its wake.
Post by percival grayreme on Nov 1, 2018 15:56:58 GMT
The plan should work. Two bubbles at both ends of the alleyway--of course there is no way the barrel could have escaped both, except if it has something to pierce the bubble with. Last time Percy checked--which was a second ago, it does not have such a thing. The barrel rolls nearer and nearer to the first bubble, and pops it.
Wait, what?
Percy has no time to react. His mind simply cannot comprehend how the thing could have grown spikes. It pops both bubbles, and rolls towards them. It catches Percy by surprise so much that he cannot dodge it completely. One of the spike pierces through his right leg as he attempts to sidestep. Blood spurts from the wound, and Percy falls to the ground. But for the next few seconds, Percy won't register the pain just yet.
He sees the lady got hit by the mimic's spikes, too. Percy takes a second to decide whether to help her or go for the mimic. "Lady, I hope you got yourself some healing spells there! I'll be right back!" he yells, going for the latter. She should be able to handle it for a while... right?
He and Seraph once again explodes a WATERSPROUT onto the barrel's path. Maybe it will hit, maybe it will not. It's only a distraction anyway. He removes the spike from his leg with one quick motion then quickly anesthetizes his wound with HEALING SPRING. It's a temporary solution, and his leg still hurts a great deal as he goes for the offensive. Percy unsheaths the Shashka, and strikes when he is in range, aiming first for the stupid arm.
TL;DR // Tells Sao to take care of herself for a while before going for the attack. Explodes watersprout at the path of the barrel. Uses healing spring to temporarily ease pain. Unsheaths Shashka and strikes at the arm of 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
Percy's watersprout causes the mimic to skid to a halt to avoid the attack, its spikes digging up the cobblestone beneath. It does not, however, manage to avoid the sword, which hits one of its metal-like spikes and causes it to snap off, causing more of the smoky wisps to start pouring out. However, being so close to the wraith, Percy will begin to feel some mana drain effects -- his affinity magic, in particular, would be much more difficult to cast and much weaker than usual.
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Nov 3, 2018 4:10:08 GMT
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[attr="class","saotext"]Marchosias growls a foul curse as the creature bursts both her and the boy's bubbles by sprouting spines. Watching in shock at the sudden turn of events, Saoirse stops for a critical moment, regretting the pause immediately as the mimic diverts its path. As it drops to the ground, it begins rolling precariously towards them, obviously in an attempt to escape. Unable to move away in time, she feels spikes pierce into her left arm and leg, body seizing at the surge of pain rushing through her nerves. Crying out in agony, her free hand comes to cradle the wound on her arm, feeling blood seeping through her fingers. 'Son of a-'
She barely hears the boy speak, but she shoots him a withering glare—not because she is angry at him in particular, but rather at the whole situation itself. Gritting her teeth, she groans as she hastily rips away the area of fabric where she suffers punctures, the sudden exposure to air sending a shudder through her. Hands moving quickly, she trails her finger through blood and scrawls URUZ onto her skin. Slamming her palm down to activate the rune, she breathes heavily, hoping that it would work instantly.
With hands covered in blood and Marchosias growing ever more agitated and furious, she feels her own rage bubble alarmingly in her chest. Never one to lose her composure even in danger, she feels unusually on edge and directs all of her ire towards the stupid rolling ball of spikes. She clenches fists and wills a PILLAR to burst from the cobblestone, hoping to catapult the damn thing and stop it from moving.
"I'm going to watch it burn." At that, her familiar dives into her backpack and retrieves a piece of paper with a rather intricate rune drawn upon it.
Limping towards the boy, she watches with mild pride as his spell causes the mimic to falter in its tracks. With a swing of his sword, he wallops a spike, causing wisps of smoke to erupt from the injury. Gripping the paper tightly, she quickly infuses it with half of what remains of her mana, activating the RUNIC ENHANCEMENT (#1) in her hand and subsequently the EXPLOSIVE ARRAY. Giving it to Marchosias, she watches her familar dart up to the mimic to try and stick the paper into the open wound of the mimic.
Hand grabbing onto the boy's shoulder, she tries to tugs him away from the creature, knowing that should her familiar succeed, they only had a few seconds to get away.
tl;dr not happy about being stabbed twice; uses RUNE: URUZ to give herself some comfort. uses PILLAR to try and injure the mimic more; uses a combined Rune Enhancement + Explosive Erray to try and explode the thing; tries to get percy out of the way
Post by percival grayreme on Nov 7, 2018 8:44:59 GMT
The watersprout managed to stop the barrel from rolling away, and right at the instant the mimic stopped, Percy strikes, cutting off one of the spikes in its stupid morningstar head. The piece falls off away somewhere. The wound gapes, and the mimic emits more of the dark wispy smoke. 'All right, I did it' Percy thinks, smugly proud of himself... but then he staggers.
Suddenly feeling weak, Percy steps back. He tries to get his bearings, to make sense of what is suddenly happening. Oh, his leg is still bleeding. The healing spring does the minimum, and that is rid him of his pain that would otherwise hinder him from his advance. Now that he allowed himself room for comfort, the pain suddenly flares. Still, in defense, Percy holds the shaska up.
He feels fine physically, well, except for the stab wound perhaps... he really does... but something's not quite right. The lady then makes her move. He sees a familiar dart towards the mimic toting a paper. "Runescripting....? Hey, what are you doing? Get away--!" he tries to warn it. Then he is being pulled away as well. He puts up no resistance. The lady looks pissed, understandably so. "Tell your familiar to get away too!" he yells at the girl. At that time he has no idea of what Saoirse is doing.
Seeing the wounded, Seraph takes it upon herself to attack the mimic. The water from the beach rises and shifts, finally taking the form of a WATER DRAGON BULLET. The mute swan then waits for the sable to get away, before releasing the dragon, aimed at the mimic.
TL;DR // Lets Sao pull him away. Feels weak af. Seraph waits for Sao's familiar to get away before relasing water dragon bullet aimed at the weird mimic.
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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
All magic seems less effective when it comes in contact with the mimic, so, unfortunately, Saoirse's pillar does not send it flying, and instead merely causes a dent on the underside of its body, just as Percy's water dragon bullet breaks off another spike. The enhanced explosive array is not even as strong as its usual unenhanced power... but it is enough. The core of the abomination cracks, and its alien body appears to melt into a dark, formless blob, unresponsive and with its wraith aura fully visible. [break][break][notice: unless very extreme actions are taken, there will be one more staff post before the end of this thread]
Post by saoirse ó floinn on Nov 12, 2018 5:50:40 GMT
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[attr="class","saotext"]Watching her explosion become reduced to something unspectacular is a difficult pill to swallow, having known that if it worked as it should have, the mimic would have died quicker. For once, she had the opportunity to blow something up and she, quite literally, blew it. As Marchosias returns to curl up around her leg, he too chitters grumpily at how little boom there was. The boy's water spell also floundered feebly as it wedged off another spike, but begrudgingly, their weak attacks had been enough.
She watches with no small amount of disgust as the shell cracks open to reveal the ugly mess inside. A blob of darkness, seemingly inorganic and lifeless spreads out onto the cobblestone and becomes motionless. The miasmic aura emits from the form like the illustrated stench of poop and she grows increasingly repulsed.
Letting go of the boy, she turns around and limps back to grab the sign she had brought along with her. If magic can't affect it, a pummeling should.
Fatigue catches up to her as she becomes fully aware of the mana drainage that the wraith had inflicted upon her and she is panting by the time she comes back. Depositing Marchosias away from the creature required more energy than she expected, especially with his adamant demands to see the thing die up close, but with deliberation, he stays away.
Approaching the mimic is a chore as its effects continue to pull at her strength and she feels her inner distress increase exponentially. It had better not wake up and attack her; the consequences are direr than she would like. With a great swing, she brings the sign face down onto the squishable blotch, hoping to prevent such an event.
Stomping it, she calls over to the boy breathlessly. "Mind helping me out?"
tl;dr much disappoint at how the mimic is defeated. is about to smash and stomp the blob thoroughly. asks percy to help.
Post by percival grayreme on Nov 12, 2018 11:00:45 GMT
As soon as the sable darts out of the way, Seraph releases the WATER DRAGON BULLET. Saoirse's pillar and Seraph's dragon hits roughly at the same time, but what should have been an spectacular display of destruction turns out to be a dud. The pillar barely dents the barrel, while the dragon bullet detaches one mere spike. Percy wonders... if he helped the swan forming the technique, could it have been stronger?
After being bombarded with water, an explosion sounds next. From his perspective it looks like it didn't do much... but the direct impact makes the barrel crack--finally. Percy half-expects a fearsome monster to emerge. Perhaps a genie if they're lucky. But the barrel seems to just spilled its contents. The black blob hits the ground, with its wraith aura now visible.
Visibly irked, the woman, who was pulling him away just now, limps towards the blob. Percy is left staggering. He catches his weight with his healthy leg, and as soon as he is stable enough to walk, he follows suit. The woman then begins to... whack the blob with the signboard.
"Mind helping me out?" she asks, then, breathless and looking at him. Percy nods. He unsheaths the shashka.
"Uh, sure, I guess," he replies, limping towards the mimic. Ugh... up front the blob almost looks like it's semi-liquid. Percy isn't sure how a sword would actually do damage. Still, he swings the sword several times, aiming to hack and slash the mimic. Seraph floats nearby on her blob of water. For backup plan, Seraph prepares to shoot a WATERSPROUT at the mimic should it still move even after Saoirse and Percy attacks it. Water starts to gather around the mimic, ready to shoot up the moment it shows any hostile movement.
TL;DR // Helps Sao, hacks and slashes at the mimic. Seraph is preparing for a watersprout just in case the goo is alive
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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
As a result of the physical beating, the blob quivers, and then dissipates into smoke. All that remains is a dark, marble-like orb, cracked in half and lying unassumingly on the ground.
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