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.
everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me
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@jemm1 I did the thing \o/
Arms and legs trembled as Tony squatted while holding two, heavy buckets of water with a long piece of wood over his shoulders. Sweat poured down his face, stinging his eyes and dropping down his chin to hit the floor with a silent splatter. Short, ragged breaths left him gasping and his lungs screaming for the ease of tension. On top of his head was Loki, curled up and slightly dozing off with the gentle rocking of his master's body.
And right in front of him, as he faced the wall of the large building known as Hireling's Keep, was an exact image of himself. The same pose and same pained expression was on the illusion's face, but it struggled to stay opaque as it faded in and out of existence.
Tony didn't understand the need for all of this when he could simply cast his spells with a snap of his fingers, but his teacher - the old codger - insisted that it was important to keep one's focus even in the most stressful and dire of situations. So here he was, required to hold onto the spell for an hour while maintaining his pose. While it had been easy the first five minutes, it got increasingly harder the more time that passed.
Loki was there to keep him from cheating. His familiar was promised fresh rabbit meat and treats if he ratted out on Tony's failure, or confirmed his success. Either way, the sly polecat got something out of his training, and he couldn't bribe him out of it.
His mental clock was able to count up to fifty minutes so far. All he needed was ten more minutes, and he was free to drop everything and grab a bite to eat. Lunch had come and gone, only adding to the exhaustion and suffering he had to endure.
the texture is familiar, almost, making him pause and almost turn before he thinks better of it. honestly, he should have known better in the first place to actually turn to an empty corridor. there's nothing behind him, a fact he knows well enough that he barely needs to blink before recognizing it. he scowls at his own ineptitude for a brief second before forgiving himself, a trait that he's far too skilled with. tae straightens his coat, making sure to smooth out the creases at the end, and rearranges his cufflinks, fingertips glossing over the cool metal. right, he's all set, now. he can go join the rest in the main hall, or something-that can be decided.
the sudden creak of wood-no, something...yes, wood. and water?
tae turns around to try to catch a glimpse of whatever's going around, tilting his head to try to pinpoint the source of the noise. he hums, frowning, and then walks with surety towards the center. yes, it's getting louder. when he's confronted with two doors opposite of each other, he hesitates, and then immediately opens both at once, doing one with his hand and the other with his leg. he automatically brings himself to a perfectly prim position as soon as the doors creak open, noting that one's empty (and he closes it with his hand immediately) and walks into the other. there's a person there.
are they...
"are you-" his query is broken off into a short chuckle, and tae suddenly finds himself buried in an uncompromising pile of laughter. he shakes, giggling helplessly at the picture of the other.
@anthonyskies | THIS IS SO SHORT IM SORRY?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME TBH
And we said This has only just begun In the end Time forever favors the young
everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me
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@jemm1
Tony was counting the seconds in his head with every breath he took. His mind was starting to lose focus, and from time to time the buckets would tilt heavily to one side before he managed to catch himself and bring it back to balance. Just a few more minutes. He was so close to victory he could taste it in the sweat that went down from the sides of his head.
The sound of the door made him grit his teeth, but he kept his intent gaze ahead determinedly. It was probably his master, come to check in on him or - more likely - gloat at his struggle and how slow he was at picking things up. He'd show that old man a thing or two about skills. He might not be a genius or a prodigy of witchcraft, but he could hold his own and be up there with the best of them. Succeeding in any kind of training he threw at him was going to be a step on that ladder to greatness.
But as soon as the newcomer spoke up he knew instantly that it wasn't the greasy, cringey rough voice of his teacher. The laughter was an even bigger and obvious clue that it wasn't him. He wouldn't giggle like a schoolboy.
He tried to look over his shoulder to see who it was, but he nearly dropped the buckets. Cursing, he lowered his back again to hold them steady.
"Nothing to see here! Best be on your way. This is...very important coven business."
Loki slowly opened his half-lidded eyes and lifted his head, watching the light blond haired man very carefully.
