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.
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All kinds of witches were busy crowded around different presentations and panels. Corvus himself had the pleasure of sitting in on part of Bailey’s presentation. He didn't get much of it, and he hadn’t cared enough to stick around and ask the dean of the university himself for questions. He imagined a bunch of other far smarter, far more important people would be trying to chat with him. Maybe, if he saw him out and about, he’d ask for clarification, but he doubted he would. Besides, he’d probably forget his question anyway. [break][break]
Especially with the excitement of the duels happening!! He’d talked with Saskia extensively on participating. He wasn’t, of course. He didn’t want to give Siobhan Kasparian the opportunity to throttle him in public. IF anything, he was excited to see saskia burovski duel. But first he had to find her. He knew there were a bunch of Silvertongue witches lining up around the pitches waiting eagerly for a knight to step up for a showdown. He’d witnessed a pretty fierce fight earlier. He didn’t quite get the rivalry, but he had been told it was all because of the mess of the Empyreal Cup. He supposed that was a little unfair. There wasn’t anything concrete to put the blame of the previous tragedies on his coven. Then again maybe it was a blessing in disguise. After all, if he had gone, he would’ve been stuck with the Dreamwalkers. [break][break]
That’s an unpleasant thought, and so he tables it for later. The boy moves around a particularly stubborn crowd, stepping through an empty pitch and towards red. “Saskia?!” he called out hoping she would hear him. Or if it was someone completely different at least they’d turn, and he would know. “Are you going to duel soo-” he trailed off as he got closer, realizing it wasn’t the petite girl he had come to know and love, but someone taller. Ah, fuck. “Oh, sorry, never mind.” He apologized but it was barely louder than a harsh whisper at that point, embarrassment choking his voice box and flushing his face.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 16, 2020 11:30:01 GMT
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kasimir does not particularly like duels.[break][break]
oh, that is a lie, at least partially. there is a part of kasimir that is born of fire and ferocity, with flame in his eyes and teeth bared ever in defiance. there is a part of kasimir that burns as brightly as his hair, that day-lily glow backlit against a rising sun. there is a part of kasimir that manifests itself as kirjava, a hunter, a predator with knife-sharp claws and an inferno-heart and bloodlust smouldering like embers in her eyes. that part of kasimir loves to dance, loves to fight; the clash of steel and magic and might.[break][break]
but there is also a part of kasimir that is shadows and illusions and soft-trodden stealth; fade into the background and pretend that he is not there. and there is little more that part of him dislikes more than being in the spotlight, being gawked at and stared at and seen. and public duels? are a nightmare, honestly.[break][break]
he is here for silvertongue's reputation, that is all. what their illustrious coven leader wants, he will get ( up to a point ). kasimir does not actually plan on duelling, for all that it is implied. dmitri wisbane will just have to deal.[break][break]
the crowd swells abruptly; he thinks he hears his sister's name being called? kasimir turns, instinctive, to seek the caller— and blinks as he recognises the boy. ah. his eyes narrow infinitesimally. [break][break]
"kasparian," he says as a greeting. nothing in his mild tone gives anything away. "you were looking for my sister?"
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He hesitated, not quite familiar with his last name. Kasimir was one of the few that referred to him as that after all, but he nodded anyway, embarrassed face morphing into a smile. He hadn’t seen his senior since the Shatterglass concert with Saskia. “Yeah! I thought she was dueling today, and I wanted to cheer her on.” He said, a little too bluntly. Despite his run in with the mistress of fate herself, he was still having a hard time trying to distance himself from the redhead. That specific affection he had been told to avoid still slips into his words and shines in his eyes. Corvus, while a street rat at one point in his life, and now a newly inducted Silvertongue, unfortunately still had a lot to learn about guarding his thoughts to himself. A deep contrast to someone as unreadable as Kasimir, but maybe that was why he’d been introduced to him as a sort of mentor. At the very least, he was a person Corvus knew he could talk to, whether or not Kasimir liked it. [break][break]
Though, it’d been a while since he’d asked Kasimir anything about magic. “I’m not much of a fighter, but I think she’d put on a really good duel.” He added glancing around once more just in case the girl was prepping on another field. He then remembered, it had been a long while since he’d spoken to the older illusionist. The boy perked up once more, cheerfully announcing himself to Kasimir. “I almost forgot! I recently Novice, and I’ve been trying to learn a bit more of Starcalling along with Illusion. Though I’m still pretty lacking in both areas…” he added trailing off as he remembered all the scrolls, items, and money he traded for one lovely shadow wolf who was currently staying cooped up in his room at the blacksmith’s. Merle wouldn’t enjoy a crowd like this. He barely tolerated the park at dusk. “But you know! Growth!!” he added trying to cheer himself up. “Anyway, are you meeting up with Saskia? I might tag along.” He added, eager not to miss the action. Casual Saskia was cute enough has it were, but Duelist Saskia? Ah…nice….
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 17, 2020 5:47:16 GMT
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kasparian appears to be rather nervous, or at least not quite comfortable with this current situation. neither is kasimir, to be fair, but he hides it better, he thinks. the boy needs practice.[break][break]
his brows tick upwards at kasparian's upfront words, a silently protective nature stirs— what does saskia think of him, he wonders; resolves to bring it up one day. "she is a very good duellist, yes," he says, always happy for an opportunity to praise his sister ( he is so proud of her it hurts ! ); perhaps it would be a good thing, to let kasparian watch saskia fight, to let him see how bright she shines, how outmatched he is. ah, but infatuation is a strange thing indeed, and perhaps it would only make it worse. [break][break]
still. were it not for the... thing... with saskia, his fellow silvertongue is not too terrible of a colleague, he thinks. nothing of the overconfident, ambitious, ruthless witches their coven can oft attract. he could even like him, if not for, well. you know. "congratulations," he says because he is not entirely an asshole, and even means it; better kasparian than many of the other silvertongue apprentices he could name. "that is what training is for," he says neutrally. training without saskia, preferably. [break][break]
he definitely would like to find his sister, yes, but not with kasparian in tow. "no." a shrug. "i have orders to be here, and watch these duels." and participate, is the order unspoken — but kasimir is currently pretending otherwise. a pause. "are you duelling today? you could use the practice." and hopefully able to keep him far away from kasimir's sister.
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Corvus is more than happy to nod along as his opinion of Saskia is, as anyone could tell, very high. Ezra’s fortune notwithstanding, he still was happy to be Saskia’s friend. Perhaps it would be for the best, although his consciousness was not ready to confront those thoughts right now. “Thank you!” he returned all too cheerfully. Regardless of the pain Siobhan had put him through, he could tell, in a roundabout way, that she was trying to take care of him. He was one of the least experienced witches in their collective family, so it was normal. Some would say, magically, he was the baby of the family. That itself was a little embarrassing on its own, but when people met Siobhan Kasparian he thought it made more sense. She’d always been a bit…ok a lot, strong. [break][break]
“Yes, actually I was hoping maybe in the future you could teach me something again.” He added. After all, they had similar choice in affinities and elements, and he liked working with Kasimir. And he could say with confidence it wasn’t simply because he was related to Saskia, although that was So and Added Bonus For Him. “I need a refresher in illusion, especially since recently I lost a lot of my scrolls concerning certain spells.” He would not admit to the redhead he had bartered them away for a wolf. A wolf in dire need of a loving home. He had Adopted a wolf thanks. Rescued even. [break][break]
“Orders to watch?” Corvus echoed. Truth be told, he wasn’t really sure how senior in ran Kasimir was. He just knew he was strong. That sounded important though. “Oh! Me?!” the witch almost yelled before immediately shaking his head. “N-No. I don’t- Well yeah you’re right- But I mean- I-… I don’t have a lot of experience with it. The knights would snap my wrists before I could react.” Plus, he definitely didn’t want to duel in public when he was absolutely certain he would embarrass himself. In front of his coven and Saskia no less. No. No thank you. “I’m…just here to see Saskia.” He repeated, shoulders slouching a little. He hoped he didn’t miss her fight.
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he is a little surprised kasparian would seek further advice from him. other lower-levelled silvertongue witches, sure — he enjoys helping them with magic — but kasparian? he has not been particularly subtle about his ambivalence towards the other witch. perhaps their first mission together had made something of an impression.[break][break]
"if you would like, certainly," he responds. for all that he disapproves of kasparian's feelings towards saskia, he does vaguely like the boy. "for any particular need?" kasimir's illusions tend to run more along the lines of stealth; he has his fire and summoning for offence. [break][break]
a thought comes to mind, terrible and sneaky and unfortunately persistent. it would address almost all of his current problems: keeping kasparian away from his sister, fulfilling his implicit order to duel, helping kasparian practice his magic, yet not revealing too much. again, terrible... but... [break][break]
"would you like to duel me, then?" he offers a smile, though the gleam in his eyes belies something of the fire that lurks within his bones. "for practice. the experience would be beneficial." a pause, and he adds more gently, "it needn't be before this crowd." kasimir would, in fact, prefer it not to be. he nods towards an empty, secluded rink towards the back. "it is more private over there."
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Corvus beamed at the senior snake. He wouldn’t have asked for his help if he didn’t trust him to some capacity. After all, pretty much all his experiences with the redhead had been positive. He thought he sensed a strange tension between them during Shatterglass but he had also been under a lot of stress hanging out with Saskia again. Although, that had gone better than he’d hoped so he just assumed anything he’d observed was something he imagined out of paranoia. “Anything you can teach really! I’m starting from scratch now.” He stated, quietly keeping to himself once more the information regarding Merle’s adoption. Billy Kasparian had really run him into the ground for the dog. [break][break]
His smile of course faltered at the thought od dueling, but his worries are calmed just a bit by the option of being somewhere farther away from the crowds. “For…practice...?” he echoed debating the option. Siobhan would want him to get more training. Every time they trained, she tended to punch to throw him around too. Further worries are dissuaded by the promise of something way less public and he’s back to smiling again. “Alright, yeah.” The novice said with a nod before taking Kasimir’s lead and heading over to the more secluded pitch. [break][break]
The crowds were thing here, with people moving around more to enter different panels than check out the duelists. The energy was very much concentrated n the rivalry of the covens. “Here right?” he asked, the nerves beginning to trickle into his voice as he waited for Kasimir to take his spot opposite of him on the grounds.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Feb 8, 2020 12:09:44 GMT
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he does not expect kasparian to agree, not truly. kasimir would not have, had the offer been presented to him in the younger witch's position. ah but kasparian seems to trust in him far more than a novice-ranked kasimir had trusted the other silvertongues. a stirring of guilt wells up against his ribs for his ulterior motives - not enough to change his plans - but he resolves to at least ensure the boy learns something worthwhile from the experience.[break][break]
they slip away to the secluded rink with only a few witches glancing their way; he waves off the curious eyes of his fellow snakes and they are soon forgotten in favour of the more exciting rival coven duels. kasimir takes his place opposite of kasparian, shoulders loose and posture relaxed; kirjava bounds forth in a flicker of fire before settling languid at his feet, looking all for the world like she could not care less about this upcoming duel save the glint in her amber-gold eyes.[break][break]
"here," he confirms with a tilt of head. "throw everything you have at me. magic and weapons and anything else you can think of." a pause; a small smile. "whenever you are ready."
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Phillipe flapped himself into existence settling on his witch’s shoulders as a massively overgrown parrot would. The barriers in the arena constricting his natural bulk into something more manageable. Despite being almost the size of Corvus’ torso, Phillipe is still a bird and therefore lightweight in bone density, so he doesn’t bother the witch. Too much. ‘Excellent plan Corvus, duel the brother of your paramour.’ His voice echoed into Corvus’ head and the young man quietly swatter at his snobby familiar. ‘Hush you! Not now.’ He snapped back, pink flashing in his cheeks before turning back to Kasimir. “Oh! Yeah ok…” he swallowed before replying. “Kasimir, I don’t have any…weapons?” He had, of course, had many a chance to pick one up. Aeris was a blacksmith after all and had plenty of an assortment of plan, non-magical weapons at his disposal. Billy of course, carried knives all the time. But he had yet to really…. pick anything up. [break][break]
Not for lack of need, Gods know he really could’ve used one during his younger years. But he hadn’t quite committed to it. Sure, he had been told it was also good as a deterrent but what if he did have to use one? Get a little bloody? He had a low enough pain tolerance, and he had been covered in his own blood plenty of times to warrant he wasn’t missing anything. It didn’t feel good. It just felt sticky. Philippe swats him at the back of the head and Corvus jumps slightly. “Duel- Yeah- I’m coming!” he shouted, much to the chagrin of his bird. Philippe takes flight hovering around Corvus while his witch focused. [break][break]
His hand moves up quickly, palm open towards the redhead before he swipes from left to right and in that order, darkness swathes the pitch. As Philippe glides, staying near his witch Corvus pulls out a small bottle before popping the little cork and tilting it towards his skin. The black liquid inside spills out and swirls rapidly over his skin glowing once before settling like omniscient tattoos over his body. And as lightly as he can step, the boy begins moving already nervous of his opponent’s power. [break][break]
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Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Feb 10, 2020 13:44:41 GMT
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kirjava does not bother to hide the gleam that enters her eyes as she spots the avian familiar. familiars are more than their animal form's base instincts, evidently, but there is something still there that itches at the hindbrain, lurks as a whisper to hunt. her teeth flash in a fanged smile more suited to a full scale war than a simple spar, embers licking at her sternum. oh, she would not harm the bird too badly of course, this is a learning experience not a duel to death- but she will make him dance. a little fire will compliment his moves.[break][break]
kasimir, meanwhile, is somewhat dismayed to find out his opponent has no weapon. what self-respecting witch of nowadays does not carry at least a dagger on their person? a silvertongue novice no less- how had kasparian survived for so long? he resolves to change this state of matters as soon as possible. the saskia situation aside, he would rather not see the younger witch die for lack of a blade.[break][break]
as an unnatural darkness envelopes the arena, he does not even bother shaking off the illusion. that he can sense where both witch and familiar are without needing a spell is irrelevant. "first lesson," he says quietly, calmly, raising a hand, "is that darkness means nothing to those with area of effect spells." and a storm of fire rains from above, flames billowing as they fall hissing around and at kasparian. it is not too thick of course, probably dodgeable with a fair amount of effort though he may get singed a bit, but it certainly is impressive-looking. it will be informative to see if the boy panics or not.
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Corvus sets up the darkness as a cover not only to hide from Kasimir, but to hide from the event itself. He didn’t want his panic broadcast to fellow coven mates. It would only make it more obvious and more embarrassing that he had managed to pull himself this high without any experience. He had always grappled with the thought of being in the spotlight, even as a child. At least in the circus he could put it all into a projection of himself. A mask to protect himself from the ever-vigilant eyes of his crowd. Still, being hidden means nothing when you have a dozen fiery meteors hovering above your head. He can feel the heat from where he’s standing, and he lets out a very undignified squawk as he goes from tip toeing gradually towards the older witch, to full on sprinting to one side of the grounds for safety. Philippe offers cover by speeding past him with ease before the pair switch places in an instant.[break][break]
As the bird dodges, Corvus feels the heat on his back and the smoldering embers and burn that touch his shoulder blade. He hisses, holding back most of it as he feels the growing irritation of his familiar within his skull for not doing better when he had promised he would. He supposed the runeward could only really protect one part of him and not the other. Still within the chaos, Corvus scrambles to his feet, making a bee line for Kasimir. Phillipe flaps his wings, picking up height, before speeding towards the other side of the grounds. Philippe arrives first, not waiting for Corvus and opens his beak letting out a Jetstream off black flames. [break][break]
Corvus meanwhile prays to the Gods above, Siobhan Kasparian isn’t watching this ( not that she’d be able to see him ) as he attempts to imitate her fighting style, and thrusts an elbow towards Kasimir’s stomach. [break][break]
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Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Feb 11, 2020 4:01:47 GMT
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neither he nor kirjava follow up their attack immediately. instead, keep a careful eye on kasparian and his familiar in case pulling their fire back is necessary. to their opponents' credit, no interference is needed - the burn kasparian sustains seems irritating but not dangerous. he wonders at the black ink staining the boy's face, his hands and arms. protective rune warding? how interesting.[break][break]
as the witch and familiar pair switch, kasimir briefly considers doing the same. ah but kasparian appears to be going for a physical attack, and he wants to see how the boy would fare. [break][break]
it is clear to him even from the beginning that he could use more practice fighting - has he had formalised lessons? kasimir doubts it. he dodges, and follows up with a sweep of leg to try and trip him up. "have you fought much, before? formally or otherwise?" he asks calmly, even though he is almost certain the answer is a negative. [break][break]
while the two witches engage, kirjava turns her golden-lamp eyes upon the jagar. without hesitation, she leaps towards him with claws outstretched, teeth flashing like blades in her mouth. she does not bother to dodge the black flames - what need is there when she can cocoon herself in a layer of her own fire to protect from his - and emerges from the other side trailing starfire along her spine and burning wings at her back. she spits a fireball above the bird, and follows it, aiming for a swipe at his wings.
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Corvus doesn’t have a backup plan at this point, his strategizing stopped at the elbow, so when Kasimir dodges he feels himself leans forward and stumbled to right himself. There’s a hit at his feet and its already an unnatural motion. With his center of gravity already so off center the boy goes tumbling, and Corvus can only weakly put down his palms on the ground to keep his face from slamming there before the rest of his body follows. He vaguely heard the question but scrambled to get to his feet and put some kind of defense against the red head. “No!” he returned harried, as his eyes lock on to the witch and he aimed another punch at Kasimir’s shoulder. As he moved forward, he homed in on that unstable feeling, of gravity and wills it to gently spread throughout the redhead’s senses. [break][break]
Philippe shrieked, more out of anger and indignation at Kirjava that panic like his counterpart. One can get the feeling by watching him, that he has taken great offense to something without wings attempting flight and not looking completely clumsy while doing it. Not that Philippe would ever say anything nice about anyone unless it was to nag Corvus on his moral deficiencies. Still, like his witch Philippe is unfamiliar with fighting, despite how quick he was to attack anything on sight. The jaeger spat a stream of fire at the fireball before meeting Kirjava’s swipe with a slap of his wing. [break][break]
Typically, that works. When he’s ten sizes larger. The force from the larger familiar sends feather fluttering out like sparks, and Philippe lost height for a minute. Ungracefully, he righted himself, gliding down. As he did, the bird summoned a familiar crash of burning meteors, though the area of attack was concentrated to a few feet directly around him. It was less of an attack and more a barrier of defense as the bird adjusted himself and got ready to take more offensive flight measures. [break][break]
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his opponent goes down in a tumble of limbs, falling in a way that makes clear he has not been taught to fall properly. something to keep in mind, then, because this is a skill he believes everyone should know. to kasparian's credit, he manages to scramble to his feet swiftly; even as he aims another punch, kasimir feels an illusion settle over him like a shroud. [break] [break]
"good strategy," he comments, for the pairing of this particular illusion in addition to physical combat is a rather intelligent approach to fighting someone more experienced at hand-to-hand. but not good enough - fire flares to life around him and cocoons him in layers of crimson and gold. to make contact with a bare fist would invite rather painful burns; "this is why we use weapons," he says drily as a sword flickers to be in his hand, celestial steel gleaming in the light of his flames. "what will you do now?" [break] [break]
kirjava, meanwhile, is rather delighted at this fiery game with her prey. baring her teeth in a savage grin, the familiar meets the wing with fire and claws, swiping at the feathers, unafraid of the impact that causes her to tumble away. she is a cat, she can land on her feet - the impact further mitigated by a strategic flaring of her starfire wings. meteors crash down around her like a battledrum, like the apocalypse come; kirjava laughs as she dodges them, and sends a screaming phoenix to chase her opponent. a bird for bird, fire for fire - who will win?
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“Thanks?!” Corvus called out midstrike, his words coming out in a wheeze as he’s too frazzled trying to come up with a competent strategy against are far more skilled opponent. Every bone in his body is telling him to run, and if he could take that avenue, he felt that he was more than equipped to deal with that currently. But that wasn’t the point of this spar now was it? It kind of defeated the purpose if you just ran away when things got a little more complicated. [break][break]
That is until flames envelop Kasimir and a flash of light reveals itself to be steel in the man’s hand. Yet again, every fiber in his being screams ‘Run!’. He doesn’t much to his credit, but he does back up, eyes darting around wildly as he tried to figure out some sort of solution. Around him is the annoyed screech of Philippe as he dart through the air space being chased by another firebird. Ok, ok focus Corvus. Philippe attempting to spit another stream of fire at the chasing phoenix while still attempting to outfly it. Corvus all the while has his eyes on Kasimir and Kirjava, trying to avoid being bumrushed. It’s a little difficult, and he can feel the struggle as he tugs glitter down from the sky, imagining a barrier cutting through both familiar and witch. As glitter sparkles and begins to move into place quickly, Corvus feels mana pulse from him and in response the stardust pulses as well with a burst of electricity. [break][break]
The smarter move would have been to protect himself, but he was limited in his offensive techniques at the moment. Besides, maybe it would break concentration of the phoenix chasing after his bird. [break][break]
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