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.
[attr="class","doradolyrics"]Into the light that spreads out before us, Toward the future that no one knows of, This walk will be a legend in the Days to come, the el dorado.
[attr="class","doradonotes"] hi!! i'm very very sorry for this lateness ;o; but here's our mission! if there's anything that you want changed, please let me know! [break][break] mission prompt
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He would have liked to participate in the Paint War. But unfortunately, he did not come to Mirrorlight Metropolis for that.
[break][break]The Paint Wars in Mirrorlight Metropolis is, as one would expect, full of crowds, and for this day these crowds will be painted in so much color later on. There will be chaos abound, that is for sure. So much chaos, that it won't be easy to tell whether it is a good type of chaos or a bad one. The people participating in the event are going to be creating the chaos, after all. And almost all of the participants have good intentions, with exceptions to a few who are up to no good.
[break][break]This, of course, is the source of worry for the government.
[break][break]And so he finds himself in Mirrorlight Metropolis due to a mission issued to him by the Jester's Den. Who knows why he was picked. But they've reassured him that someone else of a higher rank will be accompanying him for this mission, which is both a source of relief and nervousness for Caleb.
[break][break]He sits at a particular meeting place, watching as crowds go by in preparation for the event; he smiles in amusement, hoping that he and is companion not be hit by the incoming onslaught of color balls that are going to be thrown back and forth later on. Aria is perched on his shoulder, giving the crowds a look as well, but she is focused on finding her master's partner on this mission.
[break][break]They have nothing much else to do yet, anyway. Caleb thinks on patrolling the area first for any wrong-doers in advance, but he also does not want to leave his partner behind.
[break][break]And so they wait, all the while listening and watching as the crowds pass them by.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Nov 11, 2019 4:27:49 GMT
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[attr="class","ashni-textbox"]three full days off, and now he is back to work again, this time a standard patrol around mirrorlight metropolis. or, perhaps not so standard — the unfortunate fact is that there tends to be an upswing in crime in times of festivities like saturnalia. the chaos and throngs of people present both an easy target and an easy getaway. kasimir has little doubt they will end up bumping into some form of suspicious activity or rather. [break][break]
he just hopes it will not end up too destructive. he doubts the council would be too pleased were he to burn down the neighbourhood. [break][break]
for once, the brilliant crimson of his hair does not particularly stand out among the crowd. in fact, dressed in a simple white shirt, black pants, and green cloak, he could be considered rather sedate by the festival-goers, who, by now, have rather become a separate species altogether with their colour-streaked faces and vivid attire. they ( and the streets of mirrorlight ) look a little like they have been on the receiving end of a unicorn's rainbow vomit — but at least they look like they are having fun.[break][break]
he spots his partner at the meeting point — a boy perhaps only a few years younger than himself, with a hawk eagle sitting on his shoulder. "caleb d'grayson?" he slips quietly beside the witch, inclining his head in greeting. "i am kasimir, of silvertongue. i will be your partner tonight."
[attr="class","ashni-tags"] @ @caleb[break] # yeet here we go
[attr="class","doradolyrics"]Into the light that spreads out before us, Toward the future that no one knows of, This walk will be a legend in the Days to come, the el dorado.
Aria scans the crowd with ease while Caleb busies himself with his thoughts, drowning out the sounds of the noise coming from the people running about and about to make a ruckus with paint balls after a few hours. He overthinks the situation, asks himself how to communicate with his mission partner, and questions himself if they would be annoyed with his tactic of conversation. He thinks of the underlying mission that they have to partake, what exact kind of troublemaking hoodlums they have to deal with for the event--
[break][break]Aria's grip on his shoulder suddenly grows tight for a minute and it makes Caleb gasp in pain, closing one eye and rubbing the affected shoulder. "I apologize, master," Aria begins sheepishly, head quickly turning to him with a concerned expression on his face. "but you don't seem to be paying attention to what I am trying to say. Anyway, I've spotted your mission partner."
[break][break]'Mission partner' immediately breaks him out of his charade. He raises his head and stares at the young man who slips next to him on the bench, asking if he were Caleb D'Grayson. He nods in confirmation, and listens as the red-head introduces himself. Ah, so he is from Silvertongue. Caleb nods again in acknowledgement, but he anything more than that, none.
[break][break]Naturally, Aria takes care of it. "Good evening to you, Kasimir. This is, indeed, Caleb D'Grayson, from Jester's Den." Caleb asks her to skip the formalities as he's already introduced himself to him with the nod of confirmation, but asks her to explain a few things. "My master is mute, so do not expect much verbal communication. I am here to communicate for him if you need it, unless you can handle sign language as a communication tactic." She continues, all while Caleb ducks his head shyly and rubs the back of his nape.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Nov 15, 2019 6:56:15 GMT
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[attr="class","ashni-textbox"]kasimir has been accused of being too formal before, on more than one occasion, but it seems this familiar has him beat. not that it is a bad thing— merely surprising, similar to the revelation that d'grayson is mute. he blinks a little, quietly internalises the information, then inclines his head. "it is no problem. i presume you will be staying nearby, then? may i ask your name?"[break][break]
fair exchange, his own familiar materialises with a lazy yawn, languid posture belying sharp eyes. "kirjava," she introduces herself briefly, not bothering with unnecessary words or long sentences today. "i'll be around." she waves a casual paw and vanishes again, only to slide back out into materiality high on the roof away from sight. a little paranoid, but he cannot blame her. [break][break]
( besides, the roof is the best place for sunbathing. familiar or not, kirjava is still a cat at heart. )[break][break]
"shall we?" he motions towards the streets, ready to start their patrol. the area they are assigned is not the busiest sector, not the area where crowds teem so thick with people it is hard to breathe — no, they are assigned a quieter area, but one of higher risk. in truth, patrolling for crime is not really part of kasimir's skillset— his specialities really lie in solo stealth or in mass destruction, neither quite conductive to an inner city festival environment — but he is fairly confident nonetheless, if only because he doubts his usual life-endangering mission dangers will not be present here. [break][break]
hopefully, d'grayson will have a skillset more suitable for patrolling, though.
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[attr="class","doradolyrics"]Into the light that spreads out before us, Toward the future that no one knows of, This walk will be a legend in the Days to come, the el dorado.
Kasimir asks questions and Caleb nods to all of this. It is necessary for Caleb to be nearby, after all. The task they are about to partake requires for them to take care of shady people with questionable business in an event day, of all days. His partner asks Aria for her name; she nods once in acknowledgement, before proceeding to introduce myself. "My name is Aria." She says, her voice coming out coolly than usual. No, she is not being cold, she would argue. That's just how her voice is.
[break][break]She is about to mention Kasimir's familiar when a cat materializes on a roof, introducing herself as Kirjava. She seems bored, Caleb notes. Familiar and master watch as Kirjava dissipates into thin air once again, before turning back to Kasimir. "...Charmed to meet your acquaintances," Aria says for them, bowing her head. Caleb turns to her slightly before focusing on the Silvertongue witch.
[break][break]It is not soon after that they start, standing up after Kasimir. The streets they are patrolling are not to crowded, with only a few people loitering around. Some are covered in buckets even though the Paint War hasn't even started (Caleb doubts it would start today and bets it would begin tomorrow). In this state, the streets are not a safe place to walk around without company. It is a safe haven for criminals, however, who's always almost up to no good.
[break][break]Caleb, living in the slums from a home away from Sundial in his childhood, is familiar with these dark areas. He is not sufficient with the art of patrolling, but he has an idea of where criminals or even the homeless loiter around. Of course, Sundial is not similar to his old home, but looking around, it is close enough. Aria observes the area with sharp eyes. But both do not see anything suspicious.
[break][break]Caleb plans on summoning shadow sprites for the mission; he tells Aria, who in turn nods and faces Kasimir while her master works on summoning the little beings. "I hope you don't mind master summoning shadow sprites for the mission," She begins; just as she says that, little beings pop up from the physical plane and surround Caleb and Kasimir. "They'll be going ahead of us to areas where we haven't patrolled yet. They'll be able to help."
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 15, 2020 23:53:14 GMT
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disappointingly, but unsurprisingly, his mission partner and his familiar seem highly unenthused about patrolling with kasimir. it is a reality many a silvertongue must face, and it is an attitude he himself is entirely unqualified to counter. so long as it does not affect the mission or anyone's safety, he is little inclined to say anything.[break][break]
the streets are only slightly less familiar than those of sundial, if only for the number of times he has walked them. there are few people here — far fewer than those at the heart of the city — few enough that his witch's intuition lets him distinguish all those individual beings as opposed to an overwhelming deluge of light. kirjava meanders the rooftops high above their heads, the tiny alleyways hidden behind a maze of turns, the nooks and crannies that are harder for humans to reach. she sees nothing suspicious — or nothing she cares enough to intervene; the unexciting start to this mission makes both her and kasimir nervous. [break][break]
in their experience, nothing that starts off calm will end the same way.[break][break]
the hawk eagle — aria, he reminds himself — speaks up after a while, the first words they have exchanged since their introductions. so d'grayson is a summoner! his eyes light upon the shadow sprites in interest, though his expression remains unchanged. "of course." he inclines his head in acquiesce. "that was a skillful summon." the compliment is genuine, for all that it is slightly hesitant; unsure if it would be welcomed. [break][break]
addressing the sprites now, for he has ever had a soft spot for the tiny, flighty creatures, "thank you for coming forth to help us," he says solemnly, and is rewarded with a score of delighted laughs. for a moment, he thinks about summoning his own sprites to go with these ones, but there is no need he concludes. d'grayson's summons are more than enough for now.
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