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.
kasimir's magical display entices her. each spell rolls out endless possibilities. the levels she could take her performance to with even just one of them. aine could truly become a one woman show. her dancing was the act, the meat of it all, but her magic would provide more than her body could. lights, special effects, pyrotechnics, you name it. at the risk of her integrity, and with time, aine could make the audience believe anything. a swift and volatile ride to the type."i'd love to learn them all eventually. but to start..." aine's voice faltered for a moment, "stars." her voice was wistful.
after such a long day, this encounter brought her new life. aine's normally guarded heart ached. the silver of light that found it's way in had the warmth of a thousand suns. isolation was a desert and the rare visitor an oasis. while her state was self inflicted, for her it the gamble of intimacy was even more painful.
"they'd all be so good for my choreography. you could only imagine." she offers more conversation than usual. it felt good to stretch the parts of her that didn't get use. her voice was a luxury to unwrap. aine had no need for speech. the only conversation mate she possessed was her familiar. at times, she didn't even know her own voice.
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children and adults are not too dissimilar in the end, for magic is a wondrous thing that whispers of glitter and shooting stars and an endless universe of possibilities just waiting for the shaping of mana. kasimir's trade might be blood and might, but even his hands can craft beautiful things out of magic; he has no doubt that illusions would be a fantastic tool in the hands of a skilled performer.[break][break]
"stars it is, then," he agrees. the starburst scroll, one of the first illusions he chose to learn rather than ones that had been chosen for him; a pretty one, bright and dazzling and not quite so useful for combat, but belonging to a stage. he can imagine the contrast between dark skin and brilliant stars, of pinpoint lights shining through night-dark hair, glitter following in the wake of a skirt's swish, a dancer's step. "perhaps one day, you could show me," he says smiling. it would be a pleasure to see the spells he is so familiar with used for a purpose so very different to violence, to be crafted as art.
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"i would be more than happy to." aine was not a show off. the power of her body was not apparent. it was a refined tool, molded by frequent use. discipline was hard to show case... and so given the opportunity to display it, she would. the fruits of her labor would not be lost. "it would be only fair. after all, i intend to use what you show me to create a real ... spectacle." aine closes her eyes in sweet relief. she transports herself to the audience, and for once is in awe of herself.
eyes open and awash to reality, she takes note of the time. "tuesday then. i think it's best we both get on our way." she twists her torso, glancing over each shoulder. empty streets make way for roaming danger. aine was not afraid nor unwise. rest beckoned her. she answered its call. a few steps away she stops and turns back. "glad i chose today to speak." one more smile and a sheepish wave.