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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It's one of those days where he can get away from the manor and simply relax. Even out here, in the sun and bustling and tension of the city center, Rowan feels unwound. There might very well be someone - one of the servants, maybe - watching his back, but he's taken so many twists and turns in the crowd that he hopes they've been lost behind him.[break][break] He just wants to read - there's this nice spot with several trees and wooden benches which provides a nice bit of shade and a good respite. Even if it's a bit noisy, it's better than reading in the manor - god knows his grandmother would have him practicing his magic at every spare moment. And frankly, he's sick of her rebukes. And her constant comparison between him and his sister....[break][break] He shoves the thoughts away and in doing so, he turns sharply. He's not quite looking where he's going, and he bumps into someone. Hard.[break][break] He stumbles backwards, the book falling from his grasp and hitting the ground. He bends to pick it up, hurriedly muttering an apology as he straightens and tucks his black hair behind his ear. Absently, he notes to himself that his hair is getting a little long - perhaps it's time for a hair cut. He doesn't quite meet the eyes of the person he bumped into, but he does manage to look upward for a second before looking back down. His cheeks are red with embarrassment and a tinge of shame. [break][break] "I'm sorry, are you all right?" He mumbles, his voice just a tad louder than a whisper. All the decorum and lessons he's learned in the Ashworth house are forgotten - his mind is blank. He doesn't remember to stand straight, look the person in the eyes, to speak loudly and clearly. He just - can't. Rowan waits with baited breath for the other's answer, hoping to quickly sit down and hide behind his book.
Post by Cassius Constantine on May 18, 2017 16:21:17 GMT
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It was a fairly nice day out, especially in the city proper. Cassius was always a fan of bustling crowds and busy streets. The ambient noises of people enthralled with their own lives, a thousand conversations and a thousand more sight, sounds and smells filled the cobble pathways. A large smile was spread across his face as he stared into the sky, just enjoying the sensation of the air through his hair. As per usual however, Beck sat in the back of his mind chastising him. Just look at all these peasants, he said. They don’t deserve the money in their pockets, much less the change on the street. “Give it a rest, Beck,” replied Cassius, out loud. He wouldn’t humor the infinitely dark bird perched upon his shoulder. It just wasn’t worth the headache. “They’re just people Beck, just as self-absorbed as you.” The duck scoffed in his mind. Doesn’t mean I’m not right. Cassius just began to zone out the bird, absorbing himself in his thoughts and the sky about him, oblivious to the world about him.
Perhaps too oblivious. In an instant, he felt a quick but hard bump into his good arm, turning him a bit and knocking him out of his thoughts. Startled he looked at the man, about his own age, who just stumbled back dropping his book. He was already flustered and muttering out some sort of apology. It tickled the base instincts within Cassius and he let out a bit of a chuckle. “It’s all right, it’s all right. I’m fine. No need to get all flustered.” He offered his hand to the man to help him up after he finished gathering his book. “If anything I should have watched where I was going. Here, how bout I buy you a drink or something to make up for it?” He was genuinely sorry, and was actually curious as to the book the man dropped. As for the drink, it was more of a token of friendship than anything, the man seeming flustered and in need of a calm sit-down.
Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 18, 2017 18:23:21 GMT
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Rowan notes the man's words with a sigh of relief as he bundles up his book, his robes, and his lack of confidence. He graciously takes the man's hand, slipping his pale one into his as he pulls himself up. He shakes his head at the man's admission that he should've been watching where he was going - it was purely Rowan's fault. After all, he'd been the one reading while walking.[break][break] At the mention of a drink, Rowan falters. He's been offered drinks in the past, though most times, those were at social events, where there was champagne, wine, punch, elegant music and snobs galore. But on the street, from a stranger? It's new to him, and he's not sure what to say. Partially due to the circumstances, but also because he's not sure exactly what kind of drink the male wants to buy him. [break][break] He wants to accept, but he hesitates. "I...I don't drink," he says. He quickly corrects his statement, his ears turning red. "I mean - not alcohol," he amends, a light blush on his cheeks. He can never seem to say the right thing, and it's a fault he's wanted to correct for years.[break][break] Rowan scrambles for another thing to say to fix his previous fault. He comes up with a lame answer which, inwardly, makes him cringe - "I mean - if it's a drink at a Cafe or something, that'd be fine."
Post by Cassius Constantine on May 18, 2017 18:54:57 GMT
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Cassius smiled, giving the man a pat on the back and a beaming grin. “Coffee it is then, my treat!” He made their way through the crowd, warmly greeting strangers as though they were family as they made their way to a Café on the corner of the street. Directing them to a set of the patio seats he pulled one out for himself, and maneuvered off his coat, quickly throwing his arm in and spinning it off to set it on the back of the chair. Taking his seat, he picked up one of the menus and thumbed through it, his eye falling upon two particular treats.
A young woman, clearly the waitress but in a nice summer dress, makes her way over to the table. “What’ll it be for you today fellas?” she asks, fairly charmingly. Cassius responds in kind, a wide grin across his face as he closes the menu with one hand and hands it to her. “One Mocha and a chocolate croissant for me, and whatever my friend here wants as well,” gesturing to his new acquaintance after folding and handing her the menu.
After the man has finished ordering he leans forward, right hand (and only arm) extended in a manner of greeting. “I don’t believe I introduced myself. My name is Cassius by the way. Sorry again for knocking you over, I was busy lost in my thoughts and arguing with my familiar.” At this, Cassius motioned with his head towards the black duck with the faint red eyes perched on his shoulder. Beck was having none of it, scoffing his head toward the newcomer, and mumbling something in the back of Cassius’ mind about “filthy commoners” and “needing a bath”.
Soon after however, the drinks arrived. Cassius blew gently on his and took a sip before burning his tongue a bit on the drink’s heat. Fanning his mouth he managed to mumble out. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the book?”
Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 18, 2017 19:30:53 GMT
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Rowan's grateful when the male instantly agrees with coffee. There, at least, he doesn't have to worry about noise and mayhem and alcohol. Not like when he first met Cain Godfrey and entered a bar after all those years of avoiding them.[break][break] He's curious, though, as to the male - he's missing his left arm. Not like it means the man should be treated any differently, but he wonders what happened. Rowan doesn't pry - it's not in his nature to, and if the man wishes to divulge the reason, he will, in his own time.[break][break] He's shown to a patio and a seat, which he takes after a slight hesitation. He's not been to this place before, but he supposes it's always good to try new things. There's a slight suspicion that Cassius means him harm - he hasn't divulged his name yet - but perhaps there's genuine goodwill there. After all, it's not like Rowan's given his name, either.[break][break] At the waitress's question, he glances at the menu, picking at the corners as he makes a decision. His beverage of choice isn't on the menu, but he poses the question anyway - "Um, could I have steamed milk? Please," he adds at the end. Admittedly, the idea of a chocolate croissant sounds amazing to him, but he doesn't want to impose more than he already has. [break][break] Rowan's dominant arm is his left, but years of social grooming have told him to extend his right in greeting, and he does so instinctively when the male introduces himself. He gives it a shake, though he knows his grip isn't all that strong - his stepfather has told him more than once that he needs a firmer grip. But Rowan simply doesn't have the strength. "I'm Rowan," he says by way of reply. "It's fine, I understand. Apology accepted." There's a soft smile on his lips. He enjoys Cassius' happy enthusiasm and the obviously close bond that the two share. His own familiar, Diana, is currently in her invisible state, having poofed off to somewhere. Perhaps the library - she does love her books. Just like he does.[break][break] The waitress comes by with Cassius' mocha and Rowan's unusual order of steamed milk, then leaves after flitting them a smile. He takes the drink carefully, wrapping his palms around the mug for warmth and blowing on the frothy liquid as he brings it to his lips. It's still too hot, and he feels his tongue burn, so he sets down the cup, his brow slightly furrowed with the pain and tingle that comes from burning your tongue.[break][break] "Ah," he says, glancing at his book, now sitting on his left. "It's a fantasy one. Um..." Rowan unwinds his fingers and picks up the novel, showing Cassius the title. "Tales of Beedle the Bard," he says, a slight tinge of rouge on his face. It's one of his favorite books to read for pleasure, and it's always been more of a secret. His parents were fine with him reading, but not so much for entertainment. "It's a collection of short tales. I quite like it."
Post by Cassius Constantine on May 19, 2017 3:15:20 GMT
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He palmed his chin. The name rang a bell in Cassius’ mind, but he wasn’t sure which part. “Beedle the Bard, Beedle the bard…isn’t he the one who wrote the story about the Dadly Hovels or something?” He reached down and brought up his coffee, taking a sip now that it has had some time to sit and cool. Much to his pleasure, it was now a tolerable temperature. His hands, rough with callousing from working out and metalworking, only sensed a light heat from the mug. As he sipped the waitress returned, dropping off the warm croissant with a smile, one quickly returned with a polite “thank you,” from himself.
“Joking aside, I actually quite like that book. Very few entertainment novels like it, at least from my viewpoint. Of course, I’m a big fan of stuff like Artemis Fowl myself.” He found himself chuckling at that thought. It was an older book, but he still found he liked it even now. Strange how the world works sometimes, he thought. Petty more like it, communicated Beck in the back of his mind. Shut it you stupid bird, he told Beck, again through the telepathy. Mind your own business.
He took a quick bite of his croissant, enjoying the taste. It had been a while since he had one, and felt he could use the treat, and the dark chocolate of the mocha complemented it nicely, he felt. As he finished it off, He noticed Rowan eyeing it. “I mean if you want, I’ll get you one,” he responded, and, without missing a beat, had already flagged down the waitress to put one down on the bill and bring him the check before his acquaintance had time to tell him otherwise.
The bill coming to the table along with the snack, Cassius pulled some money out of his pocket and paid the bill before getting up and donning his jacket. “Anyway, it may have been by accident, but it was nice meeting you Rowan. Hopefully we meet again.” As he got up to leave, now donned once again in his jacket, he would give a friendly pat on the shoulder to Rowan before walking off down the street, Beck perched once more on his shoulder.
Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 19, 2017 6:24:03 GMT
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Rowan gives a thin smile at the close but not quite correct answer. "Deathly Hallows," he corrects, watching Cassius nibble at his croissant and drink his coffee with gusto. He notices, somewhat on an off-hand tangent, that Cassius' fingers are calloused, meaning he's a member of the labor force. Not that Rowan will treat him any different for it, but it's just another reason to keep his last name under wraps for as long as he can.[break][break] Rowan's eyes brighten at the mention of Artemis Fowl, and he gives a vigorous nod in agreement. "Those were quite good, though I do feel the first book is the best of the series." Rowan taps his finger against his mug, which is nearly the perfect temperature for him to drink. "I quite like 'The Warrior Heir'," he admits, entwining his fingers through the mug handle and taking a cautious sip. "It's probably not as well known, but it's one of my favorites."[break][break] Cassius seems to notice him eyeing the croissant and quick as a flash, he's gone and ordered one for Rowan. He protests, but by then, it's too late. The Leviathan witch resolves to at least pay off his portion of the bill - he can definitely afford it.[break][break] But he's late once more, and Rowan can't help but feel lame as Cass plops down the money to pay for them both. Rowan's the one from the rich family, he should be paying! Especially for such a treat. He stammers a "Wait," but it's lost as Cassius gives him a pat on the shoulder before leaving. Rowan can only stare at the space the male has left behind, stunned.[break][break] "It was nice meeting you, too," he finishes, muttering under his breath. He stares at his steamed milk, watching the steam curl up in a puff.[break][break] The waitress brings him his croissant.[break][break] notes: thread end, i guess?
