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.
With Tony in the lead, he and Cain made their way to the Outskirts of Sundial. The mission provided a location where they were to receive the package, and between the two witches they were able to get a good idea of where exactly it was. They moved past the nearby outpost, ducking under the shadows to stay out of sight of those, towards one of the many hillocks in the area.
Right at the base stood a hooded man, barely noticeable except for the small lantern by his side. Tony approached him first, nodding in acknowledgement as he held out his hand to the other man.
"Fine evening we're having. The stars practically shine like diamonds under a dark, velvet sky."
There was movement underneath the cloak as the hooded man brought out a medium-sized box, wrapped in brown paper and tied up with strings. He handed it over to Tony, then pulled his hands back inside.
"Precious gems such as those should be left untouched and treated well."
"Yessir. We'll take good care of it." Tony gave him an off-handed salute before turning to his partner.
He recognized Cain of course. The man's red hair was unmistakable whenever they passed by each other in happenstance back at Hireling's Keep. While he'd never really spoken to him or accompanied him anywhere else before tonight, he seemed like a dependable guy. Also seemed quite boring and stiff, but maybe that was just the way he looked. After all, you couldn't change the way you appeared to others.
Hefting the box gently with one hand, he grinned. "Isn't that right buddy?"
Blonde hair. Green eyes. Glasses. Enthusiastic and friendly personality. Anthony was the very representation of that cheerful loud friend that everyone would have enjoyed having. And the kind of person that, if given the choice, Cain would have avoided. It wasn't that he held any ill will towards Anthony, no, but Cain knew enough to already predict that Anthony would undeniably be an annoyance of a company for the man who preferred things a little less... Energetic. However, that choice hadn't been given. His storage back at the apartment he stayed in in the slums was almost emptied out and if he didn't go looking for jobs to bring in some bills, he wasn't going to be able to survive the next week. Beggars couldn't be choosers, and at this point, Cain was willing to do anything to make sure he had food to eat at night. Even delivering a rather shady package to a rather shady client from an even shadier hooded man.
Golden eyes peered at the cloaked man rather suspiciously, the red-head raising an eyebrow as the man spoke, completely ignoring Anthony's bright greeting by simply handing the box over to the blonde Silvertongue witch. He followed the passing of the package for a brief moment, before raising his chin back up to look at the cloaked male. Cain allowed his more talkative partner to reassure the man, as the red-head continued to analyze the individuals he was dealing with now. If he had told himself ten years ago that he'd be skirting the law like this, he would have laughed at his own face. Yet, here he was, a desperate man taking desperate measures.
Oh, the irony of life.
With the package retrieved, the two would inevitably be on their way. Anthony would turn to face him, though, and just as he did, the cloaked man would turn away as well, before moving towards the outskirts of town, presumably back into the shadows from whence he had come from. People like that never tended to linger around long enough to be spotted by anyone else other than those they desired to be aware of their presence. Cain kept his eyes on him anyway, only turning to meet Anthony's as the blonde male addressed.
"Isn't that right, buddy?"
Cain blinked, before letting out a light scoff, as he inserted his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket. "Just don't drop it," he replied, his words both a teasing taunt and a precautionary warning. It would be disastrous if he did indeed drop it, after all. Turning around, then, Cain would walk on, with or without Anthony's cue for departure, trusting the man smart enough to at least begin their movement towards their destination as well.
He glanced back at the hooded man just in time to see him disappear from sight, the lantern covered up by the dark cloak he wore. It would've been so much cooler if he had vanished from their sight on the spot, but he supposed the man - whoever he was - didn't have such spells in his arsenal.
Hearing Cain's warning, he shook his head. "Pshhhhhhh relax. Nothing's going to pull me away from this thing." Tony lifted the box to eye level, squinting as if by sheer will he could see whatever it was that's inside. The urge to shake it was strong, but Cain had already given him an unspoken threat not to mess around with it. Also it would be unfortunate for him to miss out on an opportunity to get paid if he failed this.
Tucking it to the side of his arm and patting it gently, he looked up to find Cain already headed back into the city. He hurried after, walking briskly to catch up until he was right next to him. He was casual in his movements, unhurried and unconcerned with the package in his hands. The pressures of the legality of their job was nothing to someone who lived through years by stealing and participating in illegal activities, small and insignificant as they were. They were simply two men delivering an ordinary box to its owner.
It was a quick, few minutes of walking across the fields before they approached the edge of the city. The residential area was still a few ways off.
In the darkness and silence of the night, Tony grew bold as he suddenly spoke up. "Who would've thought a Godfrey kid would end up working on missions like these. Not that I'm judging you or anything, but of all the jobs you could've picked, why this?"
"Psh," Cain scoffed in amusement, cocking his head back for a brief moment to glance over at his partner, before turning his attention back to the front. "If you say so."
The rather stoic male would then proceed to pull a cardboard box from the pocket of his jacket, flicking the top open with this thumb. Giving it a sharp shake, he watched as one of its cylinder contents popped out from the rest, and he brought it closer to his mouth. Pinching it between his lips, he then pulled it out of the cardboard box. With that done, he closed the lid of the box and replaced it into his pocket. With that same hand, he reached towards the now-present cancer stick wedged between his lips, and snapped his fingers, bringing to life a small flame emitting from the tip of his thumb, one that he used the light it with.
Taking a deep first inhale of the nicotine within, he relished at the sensation of relief that overcame his body. Suffice to say, Cain had felt a little bit on edge in regards to the nature of this mission, but he figured this was something he'd have to get used to as a Silvertongue witch. After all, they were rather notorious for carrying no moral values in terms of what missions they accepted, as long as it paid well. Besides, he'd have to get himself accustomed to it too, if he was really going to claw his way back out from the slums, and towards a proper stable life.
Then came a comment that he had long been used to, whenever he had introduced himself. He glanced over his shoulder once more, addressing his blonde counterpart.
"You don't know, do ya?" Cain started, giving him a judging look for a moment, as if studying for a reaction. It was to be expected. What kind of prestigious great family would openly spread the news about the shame and failure of the current generation? He grunted, as he brought a hand up to pull the cigarette away from his lips, exhaling a puff of smoke that danced in the air in front of him. "I disowned the family," he stated simply, finding no other reason to say anything else, as he pulled his eyes back to the front. More often than not, he could already predict the following question.
The smoke took him by surprise, but Tony didn't complain. While he himself didn't do smoking, knowing his parents would kill him if he even thought of trying any kind of vice, he knew and befriended folks who did. Whatever helped a person get through his day - or night in this case.
At least Cain didn't seem angry at his question. Tony was used to all kinds of reactions with his prying questions, ranging from silence to threats to actual physical violence for daring to ask. He tilted his head to the side as Cain explained his current situation in a single statement. Casual and upfront, not even bothering to go into the details.
"That wasn't the question," Tony pointed out. Though judging by how quickly and easily Cain replied, it was probably something he was used to answering. Shoving his free hand into his pocket, he looked up at the sky as he spoke. "I wasn't asking where you came from or why you're here. Whatever it is you're going through is your own thing to deal with. Unless you give the information freely, I'm not one to pry that deeply." For someone who had lived in the lowest of the low, who was he to judge a person's situation? He didn't like mentioning his own past either.
"What I was asking is why this." He lifted up the box slightly for emphasis. "Going by your family's reputation, it doesn't seem like the type of work you would normally pick out." Unless that was precisely the reason he left his family. But that was why he was asking.
[attr="class","azotar"][googlefont="Iceland:400"]i refuse to just being a footnote in your history
[attr="class","salvatore"]"That wasn't the question,"
Cain's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. What kind of reaction was that? Was he really so daft he couldn't figure things out, and come to his own conclusions from the big revelation that Cain had threw right at his face. Of course, the expression would be missed by Anthony, considering that he was behind the red-head. A gut feeling warned Cain that this wasn't something he was going to let go so easily, though, and he was already expecting the next question to come. Or perhaps, he had misunderstood and misjudged the entire mood, and something else was to come entirely. Something else that he'd have to prepare for, it seemed. He asked for the purest form of why he was there.
As, in, literally there, taking a mission as low-profile and shady as this. Cain glanced over his shoulder, giving him a look of disbelief.
He had, perhaps, overestimated how deeply the man had looked into the topic, and was simply asking the face value of it. He sighed, feeling guilty, though only a slight. It wasn't as if he lost anything from that mistake anyway. Straightening his face once more, he would begin to ponder on how to answer, as the cancer stick returned to his mouth. Why was he there? Of course, the reason was obvious, wasn't it? He needed the money. Disowning the family basically meant cutting off all ties with them, didn't it? That would definitely involve financial aid as well.
"Well, shit happened and--" Cain was cut off then, and not by Anthony, no, but by his own body as a soft growling sound emerged from the depths of his torso, and he halted in his tracks, eyes wide in embarrassment as he stared down at his abdomen. Really?
A soft frustrated groan came from the 24-year-old, before he closed his eyes and released a soft sigh. Well, if that wasn't enough to send the message, then Anthony must have been really really daft. And he'd cut the conversation right there, lest he lose his patience. Another shrug, before he continued his pace. "Yeah, there you have it." He needed the money to eat and survive, and really, he was more than gray enough morally to do something like this without looking back, as long as it ensured him dinner for the following days.
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He stared back at Cain, grinning at the expression on his face. Choosing to remain silent, he waited for the other's response as they continued walking through the city. Rocky soil turned to smooth, solid stone as they came to the city proper. Houses and tall buildings surrounded them on either side providing them with better cover.
Then he heard the unmistakable sound of growling. Cain stopped, and Tony stopped along with him. While Cain took his time working through his embarrassment, he missed the dark, narrow glance that passed through Tony's expression. It disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving him helpless to respond immediately as he looked away while scratching the back of his head.
Well, he more than anyone else knew what it felt like to starve. To struggle to get by every single day with whatever jobs were offered and could be taken. He used to spend nights just listening to that familiar pang of hunger, struggling to sleep as he curled up and pressed his hands against his stomach. Sometimes wishing he'd die so he wouldn't have to feel it anymore. And only the image of his family kept him from doing anything absolutely lethal. That indeed, pretty much summed up Cain's reasoning for taking on even the ugliest types of jobs.
Concern and generosity might not suit Cain well. Tony hated it when people felt sorry for him - though he was not against accepting help that was offered. Pride wouldn't help feed his family or himself. Perhaps he could offer some help later, once the mission was done or at a better, more suitable time.
"We better hurry before your tummy ruins the whole mission for us eh?" Slinging his arm over the other's shoulders, he brought back levity in his mood as he began pushing them forward once more.
[attr="class","azotar"][googlefont="Iceland:400"]i refuse to being just a footnote in your history
[attr="class","salvatore"]One could say that Cain had lived in both ends of the spectrum that was the social level. He was born into a prestigious family, and had been given the best of everything until he started to go against his family's wishes of conforming into their image of a perfect witch, and wanted to do things at his own pace, in his own way. He was ostracized then, left out of family dinners and gatherings, and pretty much ignored by everyone in the household save for his siblings, especially his younger sister, who continued to dote on him as if she was the older of the two. Then, he left the family home on his eighteenth birthday, never looking back and hadn't returned since. From then on, everything was a struggle. A struggle for food. A struggle for warmth. A struggle for survival. He never would have realized how difficult it was living at the bottom of the barrel, had he never thrown himself into it. It was his decision though, and he had no one else to blame.
Too bad willpower was something that Cain did not lack at all. Otherwise, the Godfrey family would have been rid of their shame, letting him disappear into the streets as another casualty of the hardships of life. Call it petty, but perhaps it was wanting to see the expressions on the faces of his family when he actually made a name for himself outside of their influence.
"You've been beaten up from mouthing off before, haven't you?" he snapped back, scowling as he slowed himself down so that the pair walked side to side, allowing him an easier time to actually address him whenever he had something to say. Besides, it wasn't as if Cain was entirely sure which direction they were supposed to be heading at. A passing glance reassured Cain of the security of their package, and he was beginning to be amazed at the ease of this mission. Unless they actually did something to draw attention to themselves, he doubted that they would have any form of difficulty in accomplishing the task they had been paid to do.
"How much longer till we're there?" he inquired. In his head, he had already mapped out the route of where he believed their destination would be, but calculating the time taken to reach it was something he felt a tad bit too lazy to do. He figured his more energetic partner would have enough drive in him to solve that equation for him.
The thought of using that abundant energy Anthony carried amused him a bit, as it came into his mind. Perhaps the man wouldn't be so bad, after all, if Cain could find a way to continue making him do all the mundane work for him. Besides, there wasn't really much thinking work to do in a task as direct and simple as this, right?
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Tony gave a horrified gasp, accompanied with a hand to his heart. "Me? Mouth off? Never! I only speak the truth in the sincerest manner possible." That often end up with the other person trying to beat him up, yes. Usually he had a knack for knowing when the other person was about to lose his temper, and run off before they could even grab a hold of him. Years of pranking, of being beaten up and bullied in the streets, honed his instinct for trouble. And if all else failed, there was Loki to distract them while he proceeded to run away to safety.
They continued to walk together through the street, Tony nudging him a bit whenever they needed to take a turn. At Cain's question, he furrowed his brows. "Should be getting there soon. The notes say it's somewhere further up there. Pretty close to where the rich folks live in." He gestured ahead of them vaguely.
"Which makes you wonder, who this client is and what exactly this package contains." The box grew heavy with his curiosity eating at him. There was just too many possibilities and not enough clues that the question nagged at his brain, pecking like an angry woodpecker.
Releasing his hold on Cain but continuing to walk by his side, he lifted the box up and tilted his head from one side to the other.
"Hey, let's find out what it is! If we do it carefully, they'll never know we opened it up." Eyes flashed with mischief as he glanced at his companion with the hopeful gaze of a child asking his parent for one more scoop of ice cream or another cookie before dinner.
[attr="class","azotar"][googlefont="Iceland:400"]i refuse to being just a footnote in your history
[attr="class","salvatore"]"Me? Mouth off? Never! I only speak the truth in the sincerest manner possible."
"I'll take that as a yes," he simply and casually replied back, following it up with a sigh of exasperation. In his head, still, he began to debate the pros and cons of actually establishing a relation with this individual beside him. For one, he had his amusing quirks, and his energy definitely would be useful in some situations, but at the same time, Cain had an inkling that that smart mouth of him would get the two of them into some deep trouble at some point in the future. Now that he thought about it, it was somewhat a bit of a pot calling the kettle black, wasn't it? Cain had a pretty sharp tongue himself, though in comparison to Anthony, his was a bit sharper, and his words were more blunt. Then, Anthony reminded him of the particular part of the destination that he had already forgotten, and an expression of disapproval came upon his face. He gritted his teeth, the cigarette twitching a bit between his lips as he did.
"Great," he sarcastically muttered. That meant that it was pretty close to the Godfrey household as well, and the homes of those associated with the grand family. He sighed, audibly this time round, the gesture given form by the smoke that was exhaled from his lungs. Reaching up, he pulled the cigarette off his lips, and flicked the ash down to the ground with his thumb. He hoped he wouldn't have the misfortune of actually meeting someone from the past. He was way too hungry to have to deal with such an event at that moment, and he'd probably snap if the ordeal went towards a direction against his liking.
"What this package contains,"
The words pulled his mind back to reality, as he turned towards Anthony. Then, a frown came upon his lips as he glared at the blonde male. A hand came up, then, an index and middle finger - with the cigarette in between - being jabbed at his direction. "You better not be thinking about it," he warned, his voice as fiery as the magic he carried within him.
"If I get short-changed in any reward I'm getting from this mission, I'm taking it out on yours until I get what I should have been paid, I promise you," he narrowed his eyes, ensuring that Tony had gotten the message, loud and clear.
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His companion seemed kind of distracted for a bit there when he mentioned that they were headed for elitist, snobby, money-tossing street. Probably because the place would no doubt remind him of his past. He did live there for the entirety of his childhood. Whether he missed them or hated them, it was memories no doubt being dredged up by their coming here. For all he knew, Cain's family could be living close by.
Of course, his ingenious idea was what brought Cain back from his thoughts. As he pointed the cigarette at him, Tony exaggeratedly moved the box away from it. "Watch it! You're going to burn the package if you're not careful." He glanced disapprovingly from Cain down to the cigarette, clearing his throat as he straightened up and put on a grim expression on his face.
"First off, you should put that out. We're going to possibly sneak into a house, and people are going to smell the smoke on you if you keep that up." Then he held up two fingers at the other. "Second, come on man! Think of the opportunity we can take from this. If this package turns out to be something really illegal, we could report it to authorities and get a reward!"
Again, he lifted the box and swayed it side to side gently, moving it around like some kind of bait or treat. "We'll make sure first that the box isn't booby-trapped or enhanced to check for tampering. Then, we just carefully open it, take a peek, wrap it back and no one's the wiser! What do you have to lose?"
To sweeten the deal, he held the box to his side and raised his other arm up. "If we're caught and we don't get paid for this, I swear I'll pay you what you're owed out of my own pocket." It'll be a loss, but it was a risk he was willing to take.
[attr="class","azotar"][googlefont="Iceland:400"]i refuse to being just a footnote in your history
[attr="class","salvatore"]"Really?" Cain hissed when Tony pulled the package away from him, as he growled at the blonde. He could not believe that the man who was talking about breaking their promise to the client to accuse him of almost destroying the package. With a cigarette, furthermore. If he wanted to burn the package, he definitely had better ways to do it, yet here the man was, fearing that a burning piece of paper and herbs would actually destroy their chances of earning money. However, the argument continued, and Cain found himself agreeing with some of the points that Tony brought up, something that only ticked the red-head off even more. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, and muttered a soft "Fine," before tossing the cigarette down to the ground, killing the flame off with a rather exaggerated stomp.
Cain's expression did not change throughout Tony's pitch. In fact, it seemed as if it only grew darker, the man's faith in his partner dwindling with every word. He could not deny that he was a tad bit curious as to what was in the package, considering this to be his first illegal delivery job, but he also knew the consequences of being too curious. "Yeah, money isn't the only thing we'd lose if we get caught opening the package," he started, crossing his arms over his chest, his golden daggers still trying to dig into Tony's green hues, through the lenses of his glasses.
"No one will hire us again if we break a client's trust like that. I don't know about you, but I need this job," he continued, emphasizing on the word that mattered. Being desperate and poor meant that sometimes, Cain had to suck it up for the sake of living, and that was exactly what he was doing to the curiosity that clawed at the back of his head. "That is what we'll lose. Hell, Silvertongue may even kick us out for this transgression. If anything, the coven's loyalty is to money, and betraying clients never makes a profit," he uncrossed his arms, then, hoping that his partner would actually listen to his argument.
Cain had just started his path to glory upon entering Silvertongue, and no way in hell was he going to let some overexcited golden boy who lacked basic discipline to ruin it for him already.
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Grinning smugly, Tony watched as Cain put out his cigarette. He would've patted the other's head in a patronizing manner but that would definitely get his butt kicked at this moment.
With a sigh, he let his shoulders slump down in defeat as Cain began explaining reasons why they shouldn't open the package. How unfortunate for him that his partner for the night was a stickler for rules and reputation - his rugged appearances aside. Tony could see that there was no convincing the other man, even after dangling the possibility of getting more money from their risky move.
Pouting, he stopped listening to Cain's droning lecture about the consequences of opening the package as he lowered the package back to his side and waved a dismissive hand at him. "All right, all right. I can see that you won't be swayed." The lecture was an old one; one he'd heard a thousand times from so many others in the coven. He wasn't one to push when he had no accomplices. Ah well. He'd get other opportunities for fast cash elsewhere.
"Let's keep going. Not much further now." Undeterred by the loss, he kept a chipper mood as he walked ahead, keeping pace with Cain once he started following.
Eventually, they arrived at a dark and empty sidewalk, lit up at intervals by the tall, yellow-lit lampposts. Tony kept out of the ring of light, standing closer under the shadow from one of the houses lined up along the block, as he pointed for Cain.
"That's our target. See the light in the window over there? I bet that's where our client is waiting." Wriggling his fingers, sparks flew out of them as he brushed it along his hair. Staring from his roots, down to the tip, it went from a bright blond to a dark black. And as he took out his glasses and pocketed them, his eyes drained to a foggy grey color.
"We're going to have to find a way up there first."
[attr="class","azotar"][googlefont="Iceland:400"]i refuse to being just a footnote in your history
[attr="class","salvatore"]Cain audibly sighed in relief as Anthony gave up in his ideas to rob their client of his trust, his head dropping slightly as he did. Was this blonde so short-sighted that he was only looking for the immediate profit, and not future ones? It made him wonder, just how often had he done this already? Was Silvertongue aware? Or were they actually letting him put profit above credibility? He was more than aware that Silvertongue was the type who was more than willing to do anything for the money, to heck with morality. However, they should know, at least, that constantly betraying their clients would ruin their business in the long run, right?
No one would trust them for the more questionable tasks anymore, and Cain knew enough to know that those jobs were a major source of income for the guild. Cain raised his chin, finally, bringing a hand up and scratching the back of his head, ruffling his hair in light frustration. Whatever. The guild was just a stepping stone for him, to earn some quick buck, and to start making a name for himself. Soon enough, he'd move on to bigger things. Maybe join the Helios Knights, become a defender of justice and peace - which sounded less appealing in his head now that he thought about it - or maybe even make his own coven.
The latter was a more ridiculous idea, but at the same time, it was one he found rather interesting. His own coven, huh? A small band of witches who looked out for each other, and for themselves, to work for the benefit of the whole and not the individual. Efficiency as a team, and efficiency as a witch. The more he thought about it, the more it intrigued him. The very idea of it. Of course, that chain of thoughts would be cut off as Tony announced them to be nearing their destination. He blinked, before looking up, realizing that they had already arrived upon the designated district.
A very familiar district, really.
"Tch," he clicked his tongue, feeling quite uncomfortable being back here again, but alas, he had to do it for the money. Soon enough, they reached the house in question, and Tony pointed out the illuminated window. Their target, hm? He glanced around, scanning their surroundings. No one seemed to be in the immediate vicinity, but he doubted that the witch was home alone. The demand for secrecy wouldn't have existed otherwise. "Can't we just call him down, or something? Throw rocks at his window?"
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At Cain's suggestion, Tony wrinkled his nose. "We don't have any means of contact with the client. And since he's not standing around outside, waiting for us, I assume he wants us to head in or something. I don't want to throw rocks if it turns out that window isn't his."
Rocks were unreliable. Even if they picked out small ones, it still made enough noise for people to hear. They couldn't risk catching the attention of the wrong people. Even though it was nighttime and most everyone was fast asleep, there have been light sleepers who could immediately get up at the slightest suspicious noise.
"But if you think it's likely for him to come out and approach us, then I have something that could catch his attention. First we need to find out where he is."
Adjusting his grip on the package, Tony approached the large tree next to the house and lifted his hand to poke at Loki. "Your time to shine buddy. Get up there and find out where our client is."
Grunting then sighing heavily, the water-formed polecat yawned and stretched his limbs out. Then he jumped off of Tony, using his head as a platform to reach the lowest branch. His lithe and agile form made sure that he stayed silent, and only the barest of rustling occurred as he moved about.
Once he was sure Loki was well on his way, he glanced back at Cain. "If we're lucky, you wouldn't even need to lift a finger. Though if you have anything you could use to help out..."
"That wasn't the question," 
