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.
it could not be more obvious that bello wanted to get out of there. he didn't need corvus to say it twice, or even once for that matter. things had gotten messy quickly. it took archie much too long to give up any information and it was foolish of them not to assume he could have been acting alone. "yah." he glances at umar's large body underneath him. for good measure, he slams the heel of his boot down again. in connects hard between the mans eyes, bello can feel a shift in the structure of umar's face. something is fractured at least. stepping into the hall, he can feel his heart fighting against his ribs. while corvus seemed to get the worst of it, having been on the verge of being tag teamed before bello's entrance, the witch was definitely shake.
exiting the kitchen, maneuvering over a now inconvenient pile of rocks, bello spots bessie. as he expected little miss mangold is quite taken w bessie. the little girl is rubbing her face into the cows ears, the long brown hairs tickling her face. its admittedly cute. "we gotta go." bessie moves surprisingly fast. bello glances anxiously behind him to find corvus and merle. the bar seems quieter than before but every sound is keeping him on edge. those brothers must have made quite the scene coming in ... that or maybe they just heard the two strange men beating up an old man in the kitchen. the costumers had seemed rather nonchalant about it all to begin with, but no one wanted to stick around for trouble.
with his familiar leading their escape parade, they entered into the main room of the building. there are a few people left, occupying the shadowy corners of the room. it seems they're too dedicated to drinking to even let this fiasco stop them. what disturbing conviction... when bello finally finds the double doors they came in through, it feels like a long exhale after holding your breath. he hopes that the kidnappers haven't gotten up. more than that bello hopes they're moving fast enough not to worry about it.
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The kidnappers are taken care of, but they still have one thing left. He’s sure the brothers are incapacitated at the moment but there’s still Archie. He mainly wanted the man gone before the Shepherd’s came to again. “Scram Archie, take your cut and get out of here.” He warned standing tensely as he waited for Bello and Bessie to clear out and then turning on his heel to follow behind him. Strength still blessing his hands he took up the rear defensively. “Keep moving. I wanna get somewhere brighter before we take a break.” He murmured, letting Bello take the lead to hopefully somewhere safer to hide. His hand was still bleeding after all. [break][break]
He picked up his fist to lick it, golden eyes narrowed in thought as he glanced back to see if they were being followed. He wanted to hope the operation was just three schmucks. After all, it had been one little girl and her old man of a babysitter. Not much strength was needed to pull that kind of thing off, right? Right. His pulse slowed and the sweat in his arm pits and on the back of his neck cool in the night air. He almost felt a shiver were it not for the remaining alertness keeping him warm. Wounds licked, he tries to clear himself of any leftover blood stains or splotches before picking up his pace to check on their new charge. [break][break]
“Are you alright Ms. Mangold?” he asked gently. “Have you eaten recently?” he added before pawing at his own jacket and pulling out a small, semi crushed packet of cookies. It felt more solid than he expected. He had been tossed around a couple of times. “What about you, Bello? You good?” he added attention shifting from the little girl who easily swiped up his cookie offer and began to tear into packaging after a short nod.
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out in the night air, its a sigh of relief. he gives bessie a pat on her butt. "what're we just gonna meander around?" bello asked. the immediate area was dense, a maze of street ways and alleys. there were plenty of places for them to tuck themselves away. after they were safe and sound, there was a matter of handling the transport of goods. the goods of course, being tiny ms. mangold. his body felt heavy and tired. it was not the physical that had worn him out. it was the use of magic. even the small amount of elemental magic was a strain on someone so inexperienced. bello let out a deep sigh, dragging his hand through his hair. he walks forward, takes a left down a well let lit rode, and another turn off onto a smaller one. "where are we going corvus?" it may of made for sense for his superior to take the lead, but there they were.
bessie did not mind offering her acquaintance and services. she slowed her gait to an appropriate speed, hanging back closer to corvus. the little girl had slid off her back, lured away by cookies. the cow kept near her side. children were so cute. innocent grubby little angels. when would bello have one of his own? she swished her tail thoughtfully. it wasn't often bessie got to meet any of, uh, bello's friends? well more like coworker in this situation. the other man, corvus was smaller than bello with purple hair and yellow eyes. an interesting look.
bello pauses for a moment. he looks at corvus out of the corner of his eye. "am i good?" he squinted for a moment, otherwise his face stayed completely stoic. "do you mean, do i want a cookie?" the witch would not mind a snack for a job well done. honestly, he wouldn't mind a snack for any reason at all. the little girl ate like a mouse. there probably weren't enough cookies to share between him and her. "sure corvus, i do." hard work and adrenaline sure got the stomach growling. "or ... where did you get those cake pops earlier?" for once, he sounds sheepsih.
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Corvus quirks a smile, happy that his disheveled appearance doesn’t deter Ms. Mangold at all from eating the small treat. He wished he had more, but he didn’t have a bag that could fit much into it. Besides… he looked up at Bello trying now to grimace. The man would sniff him out. “I just wanted to make sure no one’s stupid enough to follow. We’ll head back to the coven now and wait for her parents to come get her.” He explained. [break][break]
He couldn’t help but snicker and shake his head. “No, like, are you injured?” To further illustrate his point he lifted his fist to show off sliced knuckles that were slowly beginning to glow with white mana and close themselves up. “I think I can squeeze out a bit of a healing spell if you give me a few minutes to gather myself.” He added. He dug into his pockets for a moment before, surprisingly, pulling out another cookie snack pack, semi crushed but not totally dust. “Kinda late for cake pops Bello don’t you think?” he asked before continuing. “Got ‘em from a café near HQ. I can show you tomorrow? Today??” It had gotten extremely late. Neither had eaten dinner it seemed; having been too busy tracking one kidnapped little girl. [break][break]
“I think I left something to eat in the coven. We can share.” He added, perking up a bit. After all, technically amidst all this, Bello was kind of his subordinate. And good superiors took care of their subordinates. Realistically, he would probably end up giving his entire instant meal to Bello and go home hungry, but he was sure his uncle had something leftover to eat.
the cut on his face is deeper than bello noticed at first. there's blood on his face but its no longer dripping. now that corvus had reminded him of it, the stinging returned. it was kind of dumb to ask if he was ok, when the only cut he had was apparent on his face. then again it was dark. "oh. yah, im cool." he wasn't used to anyone outside of bessie checking on him. then again, he almost always worked alone. bello slows his pace. it was hard to walk in sync with such long legs. corvus holds his knuckles up for him to inspect. out of curiosity bello grabs his superior's wrist, squinting as they wound glowed white. this seemed like a useful thing to know, a healing spell. "yah, healing spell ... that be smart." he let go of corvus' wrist.
his shoulders droop and bello seems to sink further into his own body. he lets out a deep sigh. looking up at the sky, its just dark. who knew what time it was now. corvus was right though, past the time for cake pops. "it is a little late ... guess i was hoping you had some more on you." he was admittedly let down. these crushed up cookies would have to do. taking them from corvus, bello wasted no time opening and pouring them into his mouth. they were dry. this was a mistake. god, bello was so thirsty. his spit was barely enough to dissolve all these cookies. he nodded happily. "uh huh, ok." its hard to make out his words through chewed up food. more food made up for the fact that bello would have to spend his personal time with a coworker.
despite the night's events, it was apparent the little girl was getting tired. bello thought he should get bessie measured for a saddle. that would make it easier for her to transport people, and things. swallowing hard, the cookies crawl down his throat. "yah, lets get a move on then. back to the coven."
