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.
aine has spent enough time in leviathan to be at peace with all the bizarre errands. what was once unusual, has become the mundane. she supposes if she worked harder, they'd delegate something more purposeful to her. the smell of sea water is an assault on her senses. the witch is not used to the salt. aine grew up with cool soil and cave walls. the docks always made her sick. thankfully, they wouldn't be here for long. they just needed to pick up their package and be on their way.
the delivery they were making was to whiskers and wands. aine had heard of the shop but never been. it was primarily a pet store but there were a number of miscellaneous things in their inventory.
their time together had been mostly silent. aine was never one to start conversation, even less so when she didn't feel like she'd much in common with the other. umbra was obviously younger than her but she couldn't tell by much. she'd never had the empathy to deal with those she was elder to. in the same way she had no empathy for herself. aine measured her movements, her breaths. all things had to be exact. the harsh endless demand of perfection was all she respected.
a large man had told them he'd be back shortly with their cargo and then disappeared into what seemed to be a fishing boat. that had been at least twenty minutes ago. "i don't know what's taking him so long but i'm ready to leave." aine mutters half to herself as she stands impatiently.
Umbra was not by any means a patient creature by nature. Fashionably Late was his usual style, but he did not appreciate it so much when it was other people keeping him waiting. He was thankful at the very least that there was relative silence between him and… what was her name again… Aine. The Krauss heir was not one to fill silence unnecessarily, when he spoke he saw it as a privilege and others would have to wait to be gifted with such a thing on his own terms.
Even if it made the room visibly uncomfortable. In most one-sided conversations it required a quick “you are boring/inconsequential/annoying, quit talking” or other such likely rude remarks. For most it did the trick, but there were a few that still hadn’t quite learned. It felt relieving that for once he was not stuck with a blathering idiot. He didn’t know much about Aine, didn’t care to for the most part, but he’d be lying to say he had no curiosity for the others in his coven. Their value, at least, was a particular interest for him.
He didn’t know what the package was only that it went to a shop for beasts so it was likely pointless and trivial at best, at worst a waste of his bloody time. Did this really require the work of two Leviathan witches? All the while, waiting, his foot tapping and arms crossed, perched against the nearest set of crates with a shadow large enough to keep him out of the sun (the picturesque icon of an impatient rich boy). Even Vee was beginning to look bored and she was a snake that snoozed 14 hours a day. She only perked up when she could feel Umbra’s aggression mount with a low growl.
”Okay, screw this.. I’m not waiting another second for this bastard. Waste of my damn time sitting around for..” He pushed off from his perch, not to leave the area so much as to stalk towards the tacky little boat he was hiding within. There was no way he was going to fail a job just because some lazy fisherman couldn’t get his act together. It was at that moment, however, that the man emerged against carrying a crate filled with large golden eggs.
”Eggs, I’ve been waiting for… eggs.” The aggression was sapped if only for a split moment to be replaced with confusion before returning. He looked at Aine, ”Was this your idea?”
umbra almost smacks right into the cargo man. she doesn't even want to think of the potential carnage. those eggs, were living beings. well, of this she wasn't entirely sure. aine didn't imagine the would be transporting them if their insides were still a soupy mess. however, it seemed a little risky to transport eggs at any stage without proper insulation. the crate did not seem insulated. "my idea? i'm here with the same information as you." aine is annoyed by his annoyance, and even more annoyed that he's directing it at her. if this had been her idea, she would be in the comfort of her home waiting for another duo of witches to handle it.
the man stands awkwardly for a moment looking at them, still holding the crate. "well, yah, anyways. sorry it took me a minute, here ya go. be careful with em." he shoves the out towards aine, barely waiting for her to grab them before waddling back to his boat. the crate isn't even just cumbersome. aine wishes they'd had a wagon for something to pull it in. the eggs were large, what could be inside? if the fisherman had known, he didn't tell.
"you wanna carry these?" the illusionist is only half joking. maybe she could call belly forth and he could carry them. the lizard was impressively large, but slow unless otherwise motivated. he'd be more interested in eating the eggs than carrying them. besides, aine wasn't sure if she had a way to secure them on his body. the nile monitor materializes anyways, he is silent but its clear he's attempting to offer his assistance.
