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.
If there was ever a time to feel alive, it was now. It was here, in this busy place with all these people. Damsel stood in the middle of the sidewalk, drinking in the sights, wearing her deep red cloak. People passed by whispering things behind her back, and giving her strange looks, but she paid them no mind. She was here, all the way out in the big wide yawning void of the world.
Sundial City.
Where witches were born and made. She'd done what she could so far, joined the Jester's Den and felt the small bell between her fingers. She felt the mental connection between her and Bambi and just wished she had enough space to bring him out, but she assumed a giant Caribou would be unappreciated all the way out here in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
Her bright gray eyes soaked in the sights and she slowly started walking against the crowd, pushing through people with a sense of delight. The red cloaked almost but not-quite female pushed her arms out and shoved between two people with a polite word, not in english of course but still, and came out the other side in the mouth of an alley. She looked around and stared back out toward the large towers, breathing in the fresh city air and nearly tripping someone in her haste to rejoin the crowd.
Post by Ambrose Bellamy on May 19, 2017 1:22:45 GMT
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The city center speaks of a luxury that Ambrose never had in his past. Having grown up in the slums, he's never known constant cleanliness and food, not until he was fourteen and fighting for his own survival. He can still recall the days of his younger years, begging for food, stealing from shops, dealing in gambling circles and pickpocketing for change. Even then, resources hadn't come to him easily. It's taken him a long time to work up to where he is now, and he's going to appreciate every moment he gets - after all, one could die any day.[break][break] And so, after a drink at one of the cafes and studying his book on enchantment, he's set off to return it to the library and to pick up another. Knowledge is a powerful weapon, as is magic, and Ambrose wants to learn as much as he can. Information, to him, is always key. He knows he needs to get better with wielding magic - it's not like the old days, when he could manipulate the targets he was given, then put a knife to their throat. Things are different now. He's working to be able to live life comfortably, away from that dreadful past of his.[break][break] And, if he can, find some way to go against those who were constantly living in their rich little bubbles.[break][break] He's rereading the last little section, muttering the spell within it to himself for practice before he sees a blur of red pass before him. He stops, grip tightening on his book as he keeps himself from walking right into her. He blinks at her question, then gives an easy smile.[break][break] "I'm fine," he reassures. "Are you all right?" He moves so that he's positioned himself in such a way that others in the crowd won't crash into her during their conversation. He gives her a once-over, taking in her red cloak, blonde hair, and grey eyes. A smile plays on his lips.[break][break] "You seem in a hurry," he says, offering her a hand to steady herself. "Where are you off to, little red riding hood?" He hopes he's not going too far with the tease - he just wants to establish a friendly feeling.
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Damsel presses her fingers to her mouth, waiting for a response with wide eyes. A bird flies by, and she feels Bambi tug at their bond curiously, as though waking from a deep sleep. She can tell the Caribou is restless and wants to come out, but she's afraid that there's not enough space in the mouth of the alleyway for him to stretch out properly. She sends comforting vibes down the connection, and a small promise to let him out soon. Her face brightens considerably when he claims he's okay, and she grins at him happily.
"Oh thank goodness, I was afraid I might have tripped you! I'm being rather careless out here but....it's just so beautiful."
She stares out again with a wistful expression, blinking slowly. Pulling herself back from her thoughts she gazes back at the stranger, raising her hands to play with her hair. She perks up though, red riding hood? Was that a story she wasn't familiar with? She looks puzzled for a moment before making a connection - an old wives tale told to children, the story of a child going off into the desert to find her grandmother - an attack from a hungry demon.
"Oh. Little white cloak you mean? I'm assuming they are similar stories."
A smile plays on her lips.
"Does yours also end with her being eaten for her foolishness? Goodness me I'd hope I wouldn't seem so reckless. I am....wandering for now. This is my first time in the city, it's amazing."
Post by Ambrose Bellamy on May 23, 2017 17:41:34 GMT
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The young woman seems both apologetic and happy at the same time, which Ambrose supposes isn't a complete contradiction, but it is nonetheless amusing to see. Her confusion over his reference to the childhood fairy tale 'little red riding hood' does confuse him somewhat.[break][break] "Mmm, Little White Cloak?" he muses. "I've not heard of it, but I suppose so. They sound similar enough." He watches as a smile grows over her features. Her question is frankly, a little astonishing, and it makes AMborse think back to the childhood story that he hasn't truly thought of in a very long time. Not since he was in the orphanage, in fact. He struggles to remember the details.[break][break] "I think the story ends differently. I'm quite positive the protagonist manages to save her grandmother and kill the wolf." His lip quirks upward. "I suppose you're not from around here?" he asks, carefully saying the phrase. He doesn't want her to get the wrong message, he only wants to know if she's not accustomed to the city.
The girl got saved from the wolf? Or in her case, the sand demon? what a strange story, and what was the moral of it then? She tapped her lips and slid her gaze over the horizon, voicing her concerns softly.
"If she manages to save herself, then what is the moral of the story? To us, the sand demon gobbles up her and her grandmother due to her negligence, and that teaches our children to stay on the path and not to wander."
Not that it's always worked in the past, but that's alright. She turned back to him, with her curious gray eyes and red cloak, and laughs. No, she supposes she's not from around here. She's starting to miss the sands if she's honest, but she can't go now. Not with her friends missing and so much else to explore.
"No, I suppose I'm not. I'm from the dunes. I don't suppose you've heard of the red cloaks? Probably not, not many people have seem to have heard them before."
