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.
Without his sight, the lizard man can't avoid the Aquapyra dropped by Billy and his familiar, nor the spikes which Sprocket and her witch pull him into. His screams pierce the night. The villagers appear to be most concerned about saving their village and their religious leader, and so they do not immediately follow the escaped sacrifices. [break][break]Heath's injuries worsen, however, as it becomes increasingly apparent that there was some sort of poison on the blade. [break][break][warning: if Heath's physical injuries and poisoned condition are not treated before the next staff post, he will die]
[attr="class","victoriousscroll"]Oh, great. Billy is turned into a snake, the villagers are ready to attack them, the village itself is burning (thanks to Billy and his familiar's spell) and Heath is stabbed after fighting the lizardman head on. They are also in quite a great advantage, with the lizardman almost seemingly defeated, but problems come to rise... how to stop the villagers from following them, and how to heal Heath off his injuries. And also, how to revert Billy back to himself.
But there was no time. Not until he heard Zephyr tell him to turn left.
He does as he was told, but the village is almost about to catch up; the others are trying to escape as well, but Caleb is scared that the villagers might get them and tie them to individual posts again; something to keep the villagers off balance would at least give them some more time to get out of sight.
And so he holds out a hand to the direction of the village, concentrating and making the wind blow up to them so suddenly, maybe able to topple most of them off. But after that is done, he begins running again, to the direction in which Zephyr had instructed him to go.
The way to which he was running to was dark and mostly covered in so much fog again; LIGHT SPRITES suddenly appear out of midair, aiding his command; their brightness lights the way, making the area around him more visible. Some of them he sent for the others to follow, as well, in case they hadn't gotten out of there yet; by now a few of them would have approached Zephyr and Billy to guide them.
Aria! He calls out, and as quick as he had said her name she appears beside him, flying with the light sprites. He sighs in relief before finally, he turns to her with a serious look on his face. Aria, if you could, please fly back to Sundial and call for help. Maybe from the reinforcements or from the Jester's Den. I'll tell you where we are located once the four of us regroup.
The bird nods in approval with a slight hum, before disappearing into the night sky. He could only look back while running, before turning ahead and watching the light sprites.
These bois need to keep themselves safe ;_; what have you four gotten into
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He can’t help but slump on his companion as he feels something other than pain in his stomach. His breathing hitches as he finds it harder and harder to take in air. Clutching his companion, his vision swims with black spots dotting and moving. The nausea worsens, and Heath can’t help that this isn’t just an average stabbing and some blood loss. As the area around his wound flares up he focuses his tentacle to do work. Poison wasn’t something he had the misfortune of tampering with too much, but from his alchemy work he knew at least how to pull it out of the right plants. He could probably do the same to himself. Muttering the incantation, he feels strange as he tries to pull forth the poison. It’s a strange feeling to pull venom out of your veins and make it backtrack towards a stab wound. It was like a tickle he couldn’t quite scratch but grosser.
Belladona does its job though and he pulls away, what felt like a good amount of the poison. He spared a glance at his bloody tentacle to eye a small orb of dark liquid. A passing light sprite illuminates it and the spells drops as the liquid falls to the ground. A convulsion shakes him from his stomach, and it doesn’t stop. By the second one he’s wrapping the other tentacle into Zeph’s clothes. By the third he’s hacking up vile and the forth one pushes out his lunch in a spew of yellow chunks that stains so dark Zeph’s side and Heath’s on knees.
On the bright side the nausea is pretty much gone. Heath spits the passing ground shuddering at the taste that’s leftover. “Spock-” he manages before one last aftershock of bile rises in his throat and he’s forced to hack it up on the ground. He looks up and wordlessly reaches out the bloody tentacle for his fanny pack of holding. It’s hard to maneuver going so fast and, well, having a fat sagging tentacle for an arm. It’s a struggle but soon enough he fishes out a small red vial and pops it into his mouth to hold while he closes his pack once more. Once that’s settled, he puts the vial back into his tentacle and rip out the cork with his teeth, careful not to spill before knocking back the Health Potion. His only one. So much for thinking he’d never have to use it. Once he’s done he tosses the empty vial before going back to holding his side, which didn’t ache as much. He didn’t look but the drink was like a balm on his skin and working its way through the stab. “I-I think I’m good-” he informed weakly before a small burp made its way out of his mouth. “How’s everyone else looking?”
techniques: SHARD CREATION, STORM OF SWALLOWS, ICED OUT, SPIKED IN, VOICE OF THE DRAGON spells: THE MODERN ATHENIAN: DRONES, BARRIER, BELLADONA items: Tentacles of Fury x 2, health potion
[attr="class","gearcore"] Zephyr can feel the warm blood seeping into the back of his clothes, and, when he glances down, he can see the crimson smears on his friend's transfigured arms. This wasn't good. Things were falling apart.
"Just a bit longer..." he mutters (to himself, mostly), though he doesn't want to wait. His and Spock's eyes are darting around as they steer their respective broomsticks, making sure they know the locations of their companions and the village inhabitants. Jumping through a gate when enemies were around was dangerous -- especially if the transportee was only halfway through the device when it's damaged.
Heath's status only worsens, and the crafter steals a concerned look back towards the journalist. One of Heath's tentacles is collecting some dark liquid -- poison? -- and he then starts regurgitating what seemed to be the entirety of his stomach's contents. Zeph stiffens as some of those contents start seeping through his upper shirt sleeve. Though the crafter is very much accustomed to getting himself dirty, he wasn't used to the mess being quite so... organic. Thankfully, he's flying quickly enough so that the scent is only barely an issue.
Spocket scrambles to help Heath find whatever he's looking for in his bag, handing everything she suspected the journalist might need for his preservation. When he does seem to find what he's looking for, she uncrews the cap and hands it to him urgently. The monkey doesn't stop searching, however, and not too long afterwards she tosses a circular metal chain in the air. They were all lucky it hadn't broken. As if on cue, Zephyr catches the Gate with lift and metallokinisis techniques causing it to spin, turn, and dart towards Caleb.
First Caleb -- a flash -- then Billy and Dr. Puddy -- another flash -- then, finally, the Gate flies straight for him, and suddenly they're all in his apartment (and workshop, on many occasions) just in time for Heath to vomit once more. Ugh... he can smell it now...
"Well I ain't dead yet," Zeph answers to Heath's inquiry of all of their general statuses as he slowly lands the broom onto a clean portion of the floor, "But I'm also not buyin' that you're good as new, so ya better lay down."
Heath has stabilized, though his wounds have not been healed fully. The group gets a few minutes of respite before the gate once again flickers to life, revealing a shocked pair of villagers on the other side. [break][break][notice: unless very extreme actions are taken, there will be one more staff post before the end of this thread]
Post by heath ambroise on Nov 10, 2018 23:37:29 GMT
He couldn’t tell what smelled worse. Regurgitated food? Or regurgitated stomach lining? The last dregs had fallen onto Zeph’s floor with a splat and, thankfully, they hadn’t landed in it either. The wound had left him shaken, but at least it was stitched up, for the most part. Again, he really didn’t want to look down at his fat, flabby arms, coated in his own fluids. “I don’t know about how good I feel to lay down…but sitting would be really nice.” He returned not wanting to further upset him own stomach and wishing he could scratch his nose. He was probably going to have sick body horror dreams for a couple of weeks now. That was fine. Sleep was overrated anyway right?
The pinkette reached over for his pack, carefully clipping the damn thing onto himself once more. There was no need to, but after what they’d just been through he felt a little more secure with his stuff firmly planted on his body. “Good news, aside from Billy being a literal, fucking snake…I think I’m the worst off right now?” He paused before adding quickly, not wanting to belittle the alchemist’s plight. “I mean, I’m no longer holding my guts inside with my hands- uh-” The journalist gagged. “Tentacles.” There was something to be proud of. They may have royally failed their mission but…they at least survived a surprise attack. And you know, a sacrifice.
As he’s mentioning the good outcomes of this day the flickering of an image from the closet begs him for attention. The group then seemed to come face to face with a humanoid looking polar bear, and a wide-eyed tortoise looking woman. There’s silence in his surprise as well as their own before Heath pulls out the dagger from his bag. “Turn it off! Turn it off! Turn it off!” he shrieks hurriedly as he flails around with the Viperstrike Stiletto, unwilling to get close to the Gate. It extends forward, growing in weight which he can’t handle well given his current state. But as the blade flies out Heath aimed it that the closet frame trying to smash the thing closed.
techniques: SHARD CREATION, STORM OF SWALLOWS, ICED OUT, SPIKED IN, VOICE OF THE DRAGON spells: THE MODERN ATHENIAN: DRONES, BARRIER, BELLADONA items: Tentacles of Fury x 2, health potion
[attr="class","victoriousscroll"]...It's been a while since he'd been in a decent and normal home.
That's what Caleb thinks when he and the others are suddenly teleported into a normal, apartment complex -- Caleb assumes it belongs to Zephyr himself. He turns to the others and sighs, shrugging. E-Everyone alright? He signs, sighing silently and signing to them once more. Well... I-I guess it's good for now then--
It would only be mere minutes before Aria will arrive... the young man looks out of the window of the apartment and awaits for the bird familiar's return. He then turns to the others and almost jolts in surprise when he sees Heath's condition; panicking over the Gate they had crossed before returning home and some... vomit on the floor. He blinks and almost wants to vomit himself, but... that would be just rude, wouldn't it?
Aria suddenly appears from beside his shoulder, and he blinks in surprise. Ah, there you are. He sighs inwardly in relief, tapping the hawk's head. Well? Did you find any reinforcements?
A sigh only came from Aria and she smiles at her master. I did find some Knights, and I notified them, but so far that was it. Night patrols are the only ones available at this time, unfortunately.
...Oh. Is that so. He turns to Zephyr and raises an eyebrow. It would probably be best if he wrote in his notebook this time... he takes out the said object and begins to write, before showing it to the blonde (and hopefully to the others should they see).
Should we call the cops and tell them what just happened?
These bois need to keep themselves safe ;_; what have you four gotten into
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Just as the villagers begin clamoring inside, one of them brandishing the same knife of the lizard man (presumably, to finish the job which he had started), Heath's blade smashes into the Gate's frame and severs its connection to the swamp. The knife and the now-severed arm which was holding it both fall limply to the floor. Though it isn't solid proof, the ornamental weapon is probably enough for their hirer's satisfaction.
[break][break]ooc notice! This is the last staff post for this event mission -- you have 4 days to finish up this thread. All posts will count towards rewards and all ic actions will be counted towards mission completion. Thanks for participating!
[attr="class","victoriousscroll"]He almost yelps in surprise when Heath suddenly starts shouting, even throwing a knife towards where the gate still stands. The gates suddenly close at this and disappears, only to throw them back a severed arm holding a brandished knife. Caleb wasn't sure how the arm had come to be, as he wasn't paying much attention, but he dares not question it.
It almost makes him vomit, the sight of a severed limb just a few meters away; Caleb was quite skittish, he would admit, having been the result of so much abuse he had suffered from family and school before. But the knife does bring his attention to it.
...Why did they go to the mission in the first place?
Wasn't it to find proof that a lizard man existed, or debunk the theory with proof?
He's seen that witch, the religious asshole who attempted to keep them as some sacrifice, and who went all the wrong way to harm his companions. There is no lizard man, just a religious leader of a town as equally horrible as him. However, the anonymous sponsor would not take this seriously if they don't have any results from the journey.
Caleb walks up to the severed arm, cocking his head to the side and biting his lip as he attempts to quickly remove the brandished knife from the limb. His eyes are squeezed shut and he just wishes that the process would be sped up; he shouldn't be holding onto it forever, should he--
He almost jumps back when the knife is finally removed from the severed arm's grip; he quickly tosses it to the side, gripping the knife tightly. It was only then that his eyes are diverted to the knife, his eyes observing every inch of the mysterious object.
These bois need to keep themselves safe ;_; what have you four gotten into
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[attr="class","gearcore"] He's facing the wrong direction, and doesn't notice that the Gate's been reactivated until Heath starts shouting. "What the f--" Zeph's curse is cut off by Heath's sword smashing into the frame of his closet door, bashing through part of the wall. The crafter jumps back and grimaces at the sight of a human arm falling limply to the floor and bleeding into the carpet. His landlord was definitely going to kick him out after this...
Sprocket, evidently unconcerned with Zephyr's living situation or the physical wellbeing of his friends or the fact that they all nearly died in a leech-infested swamp in the middle of nowhere, shrieks in delight as she bounds over to Heath and quite literally climbs on top of him to get a closer look at his extending sword. It was her new favorite thing and she wanted at least two of them for herself urgently.
"Well... That was eventful," Zephyr says, mostly just to break the silence, "I'm... uh... gonna grab some old legs. Caleb, you're in charge o' makin' sure Snake-Billy doesn't get stepped on an' Heath doesn't die." Before giving the unfortunate mute a chance to respond, Zeph shuffles into his bedroom on the palms of his hands, his pants limply trailing behind him.
It takes a minute (and at one point a drawer can be heard falling to the floor, and the string of curses which follow it), but Zeph soon walks back out of the room on prosthetics which looks like little more than metal poles -- at least from what was visible below the (relatively) clean cargo shorts he was wearing. "Alright, I'm gonna see if I can get a doctor n' a purifier over here t' get you guys fixed up... we can wait t' report back tomorrow."
Post by Billy Kasparian on Nov 19, 2018 3:15:05 GMT
@ swamp bois
@ swamp bois
Dr Puddy seemed as unconcerned as the monkey about what had transpired. They were in Zephyrs apartment at least which meant they were safe. Especially now with the gate destroyed leading to them. The severed arm was an eyesore but Billys snake eyes lit up at it. It was kind of cool in a morbid sort of way.
"We can take care of the healing if we can get a purifier here. Or maybe just get both? He seems stable enough for now. Why dont we ask our dear cousin for purification help?" Of course she was talking about maddox rothscus ✨ as a purifier. Dr Puddy relayed the messages of the snake Billy. He couldnt exactly talk at the moment but he could use telepathy with Puddy at least. It really didnt matter. As long as Billy could be purified he could use alchemy to heal Heath. Hed been practicing his hermatic circle magic after all and the circle of life would be perfect for this... granted it would have to be done sooner than later as older wounds took much more mana to heal and this kind of magic was taxing enough as is.
Then again there were probably many healers they could find in the coven that wouldnt do as good a job but would do a good enough job. After all he was stable at the moment so they had time to find someone. The area was relatively secure and nobody was actively dying. Those were good things. The knife and severed arm would be enough to backup their story as well as the location of the swamp could probably be traveled too with a different gate. That or a general description of the swamp with a large enough force.
It was for sure something the council would want to hear about. A religious cult attacking witches to sacrifice them. Spouting dangerous things about the city and by extension the council itself. Not that they were wrong. They were actually fairly accurate in their assessment. He couldnt say that though. At least not at the moment. Not with her probably listening in. With them. Oh well it was time to get this all sorted out.
Post by heath ambroise on Nov 19, 2018 8:44:14 GMT
The gate shuts down and Heath almost cries in relief. What next? What would become the pick on the shit sandwich that was his day? There’s multiple issues now. The severed arm, Billy, his occasional gag reflex acting up even if he had nothing to puke up. He steadies himself sitting on the floor and panting a little. The extra burst of energy had not been a good thing. Especially for his wounds which seeped a little bit of blood. He was done. No amount of ice could make this better. He was conscious, hurting, and stuck with the disembodied arm of one of those villagers. Ew. Speaking of which, he tilted his head to observe the arm, marveling at the clean cut on both and muscle. Nice.
He’s not ready to do anything else. He wanted a doctor and an actual nap. But still, he was well enough to do just this. The pinkette scooted closer to the arm and placed his hand on it using the same technique he had used on himself. They would want to preserve the arm, the more evidence the better. He wished he could write, draw but in his sorry state, probably better to calm down and relax. “At least with the knife and the arm they’ll know we aren’t kidding.” He said with a sigh. “We’ll be able to go back after borrowing some supplies.” He looked over every person present before adding a quick correction. “Sorry, I meant me, mainly.” He was sure he was probably the only person that wanted to go back. “I’m gonna….sit here and take a minute. Until we leave for the hospital ok?” he added, resting his head on the closet and letting out a huge sigh of relief. It was over, finally.
techniques: SHARD CREATION, STORM OF SWALLOWS, ICED OUT, SPIKED IN, VOICE OF THE DRAGON spells: THE MODERN ATHENIAN: DRONES, BARRIER, BELLADONA items: Tentacles of Fury x 2, health potion
[attr="class","victoriousscroll"]It's starting to get quite boring, sitting around and doing nothing but watch the knife. He's done taking in every detail of its intricacy and he's almost about done waiting around. But that was bound to change, sadly; Zephyr, before leaving, just decided to tell him he'd be in charge of looking after Heath and the snake Billy while he's gone to do something important. Caleb remains indifferent with this, giving a simple nod as a response.
Once he is gone it got a bit quiet around the room, not until Heath speaks and takes the discarded arm from the floor. Aria simply smirks at what the other witch is doing. Preserving it, now... that would be much more than enough to prove to the anonymous sponsor and to anyone else who dares to ask that they weren't joking around when they said they did hunt a lizard man... who wasn't really a lizard man. It might be difficult to explain it in words, so solid proof is needed.
After everything is settled, the room is quiet again. The young man rests his head on the wall and sighs inwardly. Aria notes his distress. She flaps her wings and turns to everyone else in the room. I'm going to follow Zephyr and see what he could find. She announces, looking back at her master one last time before flying out of the room.
...And then the room is quiet again. But Caleb doesn't exactly have any more input. He is simply holding on to the antique knife, closing his eyes. Sleep would probably help. Allow Aria to tire herself up.
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