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 package has been delivered, I repeat, the package has been delivered. Over kkkkk.” He said speaking into his hand like he had an invisible walkie talkie or something. He even made the sound to go along with it. With the help of the Starcalling witches the little potion collection doused the giant dragonic creature in flames. Lots of flames.
A creature as powerful as Jahr screeched and flailed as the flames spread across its skeleton and golden scales fell into the water below. Were they made of real gold and if so could he sell them? Maybe he would check out the area after the thing was dead. That’d be a nice pick me up after this annoying day.
"See Zephy, this is why you never should disagree with a Billy/Sprocket approved plan. I love roasted god in the morning with my cup of coffee.” He hummed as neither the transformation spell nor the magic going haywire around the city seemed to phase him. He really was crazy wasn’t he? Just hanging out on his broom watchin the world burn. Or at least watching a dragon god wraith thing burn.
"Woah did you guys see that giant spear thing? Oh eew. What’s with the arm Zeph? It looks even worse. Maybe some lotion? " He was not a purification type witch so he’d be of no help in this. Might as well make a bit of fun of the other boy as the spell seemed to not affect him at all which was pretty fun. At least it looked like there would be a win on their side.
“Nah. My hood is for the queen only. Sorry peasant. It’s a royal decree.” He said offhandedly to heath ambroise for his snake comment. Of course only the queen of kitties was allowed her royal thrown upon his shoulders. Why would such a place be allowed for the unworthy? Exactly. Known your place.
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He doesn't understand her reaction at all but the very least she seemed to recognize this piece of gold. Aiden isn't strong enough to hold back the scale and instead put his energy to clinging to his friend, resting them shut for a moment. Aiden can hear McKenna again, but she sounded tired, and strained. He felt about the same way, sore and overworked. There's a thump as the creature dropped onto solid ground and the witch is still a moment letting his stomach settle before eyes snapped open again. 'Thanks, I'm mostly ok' Aiden murmured into their link as he carefully got off the mount. The obvious questions buzzed in the back of his mind, most with obvious answers. Why was he here? Had he seen all that? Was he angry at him? Now wasn't the time for that but if theyball survived he could already feel the punishment waiting dor him when they got back to Sundial. [break][break]
His eyes darted from Jahr to the woman and then the bodies crawling out of the earth, digging out. It looked familiar. The zombies from the house of mirrors. The beasts when he was stabbed in The Empyreal Cup. His eyes glowed dimly with Clear Sight as he did his best to look over the magic, scared it was back. Especially after the tenuous history it had from what the Knights had briefed him. And then, as he watched the stranger pray recognition flashed in his eyes. The necromancer the coven had been trying to track down. The thought shot through his link with Charani. 'Does she look familiar to you too?' He asked. [break][break]
Just then his attention is stolen by the rumbling of the ground and the loud explosions as light blasted through the dragon god and a giant lance stabbed the god in the head. "What?!" He shouted in disbelief turning his attention towards where the weapon had come from before back at the necromancer and the bony creatures she summoned. He didn't have much magic left in him, so he stuck close to the blonde. "Did she say anything to you?" He asked as he kept clear of danger for the moment, still feeling the fatigue from before. "What are we doing?" He added, looking from the woman and corpses to Charani. His words carried another connotation. If they survived, would they try to take her into custody. He's not at full, he can feel it.
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items | vision inducement x1, heirloom wand: shears of fortune, [break] spells | integration, bag of holding, clear sight: alchemy, break flow, full reset [break] techniques | concussion wave, [break]
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Corvus is half relieved, half delighted he’s taken seriously. He hadn’t had much confidence in his call to action, especially amongst the chaos he was a bit of a distance aways from. The adrenaline and the family around him was serving as enough of a distraction to keep at bay the gruesome picture that was the destruction of half if not most of Eclipse Town, and the littered bodies and blood on the earth. Everything exploded, lighting up the insides of the dragon god, and the chain reaction seemed to wrack the wraith that towered over them. “Y-yeah! It’s working!😲😲” he shouted before looking down at the scales that had sprouted around his arm. They were still there but at least they weren’t spreading from what he could tell. “Thank you!! Uh?? Cain!! Thanks everybody!😭” Corvus shot through the mental link. The plan had worked at least. [break][break]
His eyes are drawn up as he heard the missile that shoots into Jahr’s forehead, smashing through the giant and sending splattering flecks of gold. Corvus trembled turning back towards the direction from whence it came. “Are we doing it?!😱” Corvus asked, eyes moving back to the witches around him. “AAH! Zeph, are you ok?😱😱😱” the boy added. He wondered if his shriveled-up hand hurt. His scales kind of itched but maybe it was because they were acting like scabs. Though, for the most part Billy seemed fine, but Billy had always been a pretty weird guy. His immunity wasn’t at all surprising. [break][break]
Merle barked a couple of times before letting out a growl and pointing his snout in a direction in the distance. Corvus squinted, noting the movement and the strange magic taking place. Was that- was that witch making things come out of the ground? He felt a bit of the chill and Merle seemed on edge, his hackles raising. “Uh, guys, should we clear out? Unless you got more aquapyres-😨💦” He said that, but Corvus was already backing up on the borrowed Cloudcutter.
items used | [break] spells used | a subtle touche: scroll #1, scroll of the switch, FAULKHEIT’S GRIMOIRE: STARDUST AS PLASMA #2 [break] techniques used | firestorm, recolor [break][break]
Post by heath ambroise on Jun 16, 2020 3:00:20 GMT
Despite the powerful blow they’d dealt, the God still stood tall, for the most part. As tall as a wraith like this, brought back form the fucking dead, could stand with a giant lance in its head. “Billy you’re a stingy prick.” He sniped, as the battlefield continued moving even without their input. Other forces were at play here. Something felt wrong. As wrong as everything all fucked up felt. The earth was broken, and people were trapped or dead on it. But as movement shifted, and corpses began to move, Heath recoiled a bit. “Well, I’m out of ideas and my mana’s low. If you have anything else send it. I’m going to start gathering bodies.”
His something sort of flipped as he said that surprising himself. He had hoped it would be survivors, not cadavers. The pinkette swallowed, giving himself one last scratch at the scales on his cheek before nodding at the group. “Be careful. With he whole salamander hand thing.” He warned, glancing back at Jahr and at the dead on the ground. He moved his Cloudcutter, parting from the group and pulling himself down towards the ground. The smells were worse. Heath moved past impaled witches and twisted bodies, checking for breathing or signs of labored life.
“Aw fuck,” Heath hissed as he moved down to grab the bloodied hand of a witch only to find no pulse. Hazel eyes dart past before he found the scholar out cold. “You ok?!” he called out, moving in close to check a pulse before lightly slapping Bailey’s face. “Anyone else?” he asked, as a drone moved past him surveying for signs of life as he began to tug the academic into a fireman carry with a strained grunt.
spells used: entangle, impassive bush, commune, woodshapers spear, fungal decay: flesh and bones, glowshrooms, the modern athenian: drones techniques used: storm of swallows items used: summoning sprites: light sprite
Dismembered hands and the mouths of crushed skulls begin casting from beyond the grave, creating little red starlets and glowing-red arrows which fly into the void of the monster's body. They act independently, but towards a shared purpose of illuminating the insides of the Jahr. [break][break] The necromancer jolts at the sensation of Charani Petrov's magical link prodding at the edges of her mind, though this seems to be merely due to the surprise rather than a desire for secrecy since she accepts the invite shortly afterwards and begins sending image-laced thoughts immediately (every one seeping in her tiredness and remorse). [break][break] The golden scales act as the Jahr's armor and the source of its magical strength. She remembers the abomination during the height of its power, fully gilded and able to raze a city with as little as a thought. She remembers the sacrifices, and how the Jahr tore out the victim's very essence to infuse it into another scale for its collection. [break][break] But now, with its armor stripped away it would be weak, and its spherical core could be made visible with the color red: the color of life itself. She remembers the fireworks, the magical spotlights, the stars glittering against the void, the smoke that spewed from its freshly gouged eyes so it couldn't see their lights. She remembers trying year after year after year to strike a killing blow to its core, but there were so few fighters by that time, they were always left with more lost friends and dashed hopes. [break][break] There's another thing she wants to explain, though it's only half related. (But could anyone blame her? The only person she'd been able to talk to since her arrival was that murderous wóþbora -- and at that thought an approximate image of Desmond Grey is conjured to the link, with his skull-covered familiar and bloodied war scythe. But this image is just as quickly pushed away since it wasn't the point.) She remembers a wand -- her wand -- its handle of knotted wood complimented by swirls of ivory. Charani and aiden emerson might recognize it as the antique known today as Sullivan's Wand. The name had slipped into some conspiracy articles in fairly recent times as the stolen reward from this year's swing dancing event in Gale Valley; in more reputable sources, the theft of the prize was mostly overshadowed by the death of the mayor's wife and the snakes which were left behind. [break][break] Unfortunately, there isn't time to explain why she's bringing this up before the Jhar slams its tail down onto the mirror-still surface of the lake below, causing a towering wave to surge towards those on the shore. [break][break] The necromancer's puppets change tactics, now raising walls and casting protective barriers on the living. The water hits hard enough to knock some witches off their feet, but in the end no one is lost to the icy waters of the lake. [break][break] The Jhar, however, took this opportunity to retreat. By the time the crashing of the wave quiets and stills, the crashing of the Jhar's body through the forest to the south can be heard, quickly receding as distance is put between it and the remaining witches. [break][break] A spike of panic leaps through Charani's mental link from Sólveig as she tries to scrounge up the energy to empower a powerful enough body to send it after her quarry. But the bodies are already dropping, her powers exhausted from overexertion. [break][break] Eventually, she stills. The panic in her eyes recedes to numbness and her fingers both ball up into fists in the mud in front of her. She bows forward, forehead resting on the back of her hands. For a few moments there is silence, but then her body shudders and she screams, a broken and dejected wail. Her frustration and misery pent up from years of failure spills over into the otherwise silent air.
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cain delacour
The necromancer hadn't exactly made her entrance subtle, so Cain was already well aware of her presence even before corpses started moving about. Though they had seemed to share an objective, he was aware that she was a wanted criminal and was causing Medeia no insignificant amount of stress. And now, with Bailey out of commission and blood staining the ground from so many wounded and broken, he's pretty sure he needs to be the responsible person and not play hero by chasing after a potential deity to try and slay it on his own. [break][break] The mysterious woman's heart-wrenching screams sent shudders down his spine, and for now he lets her be... she doesn't look like she's about to leave anytime soon. As her screams subdue to sobs, he speaks up, projecting to the group at large and pushing his thoughts to the front of Zephyr Hart's network. "Listen up! Anyone who can heal or replenish mana come to me! Everyone else start finding people who need urgent medical attention. If they can be moved, bring them here -- if not or you're not sure, shout and someone will come to you. It looks like the Eclipse's Eluvian hub is out of commission, so we might be on our own for a while." [break][break] He wants to tell them that it'll be okay... but the earth is broken and stained crimson. He's not sure himself how this will end, and even if he did, now, when there are people bleeding out from a hard-fought battle, isn't the time.
[break]Baily, thankfully, is only among the wounded rather than the dead. heath ambroise would find him breathing, but unresponsive to the gentle slaps against his cheek.
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[break][break]From the safety of the cities, various athenians who were projecting the events to the public tail the Jhar with their drones. The wraith flies south through the Forest of Percival and across the mire of Blackmoor swamp. Returning from where it began, it snakes into the towering rupture from which it spawned. And with that, there is nothing else to see. The dark tear through the sky remains as a reminder, and a promise for next year...
[break][break]--- ooc notes: [break]Characters are not able to enter or leave the death enabled portion of the thread due to the destruction of Eclipse Town's Eluvian Hub.
[break][break]This is the final staff post of the Jahr thread and of the Saturnalia event as a whole! [break] [break][break]No posts past this point will count towards Saturnalia point rewards!!!
The legendary Sunspear wielded by Naseera Shaer, one of Sundial City's founders, was thrown once again in recent memory following the temporary reanimation of her peacefully entombed body in Eclipse Town's catacombs. Embers from this weapon are notoriously resilient, remaining alight even when in contact with ice and water. When mana is pushed into one of these embers, it will burst into a small firestorm, roughly 5 meters in diameter and 3 standard building stories in height, afterwards rendering the ember ashen and inert. Note that these embers can be used as a dim light and meager source of heat without expending one of its limited uses.
[break]Those who completed (4+ posts) the event receive: [break]+200g [break]8 AP
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BLANK PERMANENT (ADV)
MISC. ITEM - JHAR REWARD
You may exchange this item in the staff notification thread for any existing non-MAS permanent of your choice for your character (as long as it is compatible with their affinity). You may request a randomized permanent if you don't want to pick it yourself. This may not be traded or exchanged between characters.
[break]Death enabled bonus (2+ posts in the DE portion of this thread): [break]+150g [break]7 AP
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WRAITHBONE FOCUS
REUSABLE ITEM - UNIQUE FOCUS
This accessory is made from a string of round, greyish beads which were carved from the bones broken off from the legendary Jhar in battle. Strangely, despite the Jhar's strong anti-familiar aura, this item actually enhances elemental abilities and eases their mana consumption when worn by a familiar. Unlike most magical items, it can be carried by a familiar when they de-materialize and return to their native strata.
[break]Special bonus (1/member with a character who made 6+ posts in the DE portion) (Kimmy, Vodka, Iceguin -- can be given to any 1 character who participated):
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SCALE OF THE JHAR
MISC. ITEM - UNIQUE
Though many of these fallen scales were lost to the tides (or the monsters) of Mirrorlake, you got lucky and managed to find one washed up on the shore. With all the media attention attributed to this truly legendary fight, these golden scales are in rather high demand and can be sold to Kiki for a hefty sum of gold or traded to the Tradehouse Keeper for (almost!) anything you want. They seem to be infused with some sort of power, and seers with the right abilities can see a unique, ghost-like aura around each one.