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.
Post by elijah silverwood on Apr 25, 2017 14:51:19 GMT
eye for an eye.
Elijah stands when he hears people shout, their animosity at the broken object - and perhaps, their inability to catch the thief themselves - targeted at Asha. Their voices blur into one, a mass of angry people at the foot of their door. She desperately tries to rectify the situation, but her words come out broken and stuttering.
Vesuvia materializes before him. She snakes around his shoulders, and if he glanced, he's sure that she'd look sympathetic. Go help her, Eli. She says, and he can't help but sigh. Vesuvia's always been too soft for her own good. Too trusting and kind.
But he supposes that it's not always a bad thing. She looks like she needs help, after all.
When she declares that she'll fix it, people can only look at her in confusion. It's then that Elijah steps in. His jaw tingles when people put their attention on him, and he has to work to keep his voice firm.
"Be glad that it's not gone forever. Whatever's broken can be fixed with a transfiguration specialist." He says, motioning to the robber. Of course, he isn't exempt from their anger either, but it doesn't bother him. They just need to get this thief to the courts and get them out before they attract anymore attention. He leans towards Asha, murmuring so the others couldn't hear.
"We need to them to leave or else we'll be in trouble."
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Somewhere in all the madness, the polar bear thinks quietly to himself as he often does. Most familiars voice their thoughts incessantly, but Polaris feels like if he did, Asha's mind would begin to scan over him. The only reason he still holds sway over the overbearing girl is because his advice is few far and in between, and is as reliable as his bronze armor.[break][break]
He sees Asha and feels something inside her stir as she turns, wide-eyed to stare at the boy. It wouldn't make any sense to him, her sudden speechlessness or the way she seemed caught like a deer in headlights. But Polaris knew it had something to do with those words. A 'transfiguration specialist,' eh? Icy blue eyes looked up at the male who had introduced himself as Elijah.[break][break]
Elijah mutters something which snaps Asha out of her trance, and she blinks and nods. "Okay! I got it." She turns back to the people. It was like for a moment, their roles had reversed- the usual sociable and charismatic Asha suffocating while Eli made quick assessment of the case. But now things returned to how they were, and the silver-haired girl spoke boldly to the people before her.[break][break]
"My name's Ashanti Verna and I'm a member of the Helios Knights and a fledgling transfiguration witch. Security should be able to officially apprehend the thief soon enough, so please allow me to take care of your goods." [break][break] Her heart was thudding wildly considering the stares the people were giving her, and maybe each beat resonated the doubt that was beginning to claw away at her resolve.[break][break] "I promise I'll mend it so-- so, just trust me!" Probably not the best sales campaign she'd done, but all men start somewhere, right? [break][break] The people looked as though they were about to burst into a mad rage. How dare this girl, this child claim to be able to do a magical feat like that? Polaris watched it all in amusement before deciding that it was his time to help his lovely daughter out. Just as the people --just as these idiots-- attempted to open their mouths to oppose Asha once more, the Polar bear shook off a few flakes of snow from his pelt and slowly stood up, rearing back and making his nine feet look like ten. [break][break]
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notesdont mess with mama-- er, papa bear [break][break]elijah silverwood
Post by elijah silverwood on Apr 28, 2017 6:08:06 GMT
eye for an eye.
Eli sighs and fidgets with his trinket in his pocket, slightly nervous from the confrontation. Their attention is on him, and he hates to be under such scrutiny. The mob isn't satiated, and his words didn't have much impact on them. Yet, his murmur seems to pull Asha into action; and she nods, turning around to - hopefully - fix the issue.
She introduces herself, following with her own affiliations and rank. Elijah cringes slightly, because technically they are supposed to be security. That's why they're dressed in these giant robes. Luckily, the people don't seem to notice. What they do notice, however, is the giant silhouette of her familiar; slow yet threatening, his bulky frame filling his vision. He's suddenly glad that he's not the subject of her familiar's gaze.
The people suddenly stop, eyes wide, freezing underneath her bear's smothering glare. Elijah's lips quirk slightly, and he points in the direction of the entrace.
"The exit is that way."
They leave in the hurry, and it's not long before they're left to themselves in the middle of a quiet hall, with the thief taken away and broken pieces of glass on the floor. Elijah sighs, finally releasing the tension that had built in his shoulders. He turns towards Asha, looking at her in exasperation.
"That was close."
It was going to be hard to find someone willing to mend this thing back together.
Post by ashanti verna on Apr 28, 2017 11:09:44 GMT
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have i always loved you? have i always known? / have i always loved you alone?
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Asha was many more things than she let on, but stupid was (in her honest opinion) simply not one of them. The people's looks going from threatening to being threatened was not the work of her superior charisma, no. They scuttle away, giving her dark looks and taking the would-be thief with them. As they do, Asha's expression turns dejected and she turns to meet Polaris, who doesn't say anything.[break][break]
The hall stills, and as the adrenaline wears off Asha begins to feel the heat. Had they been wearing these robes the whole time? She felt like a joke. Her mood has soured quickly, and she didn't even want to think about the broken pieces of glass on the floor. She turned to Eli, who started the conversation first this time. She blinked, caught off guard. She put on an exhausted smile and let the energy leave her legs as she fell onto the floor. "Too close."[break][break]
Polaris sensed Asha's unhappiness and reclined back onto all fours, moving a few steps before rubbing his snout against her back. Harshly. Asha wobbled off balance, grabbing at the floor and then she giggled. "Yeah yeah, shut up," she ground out, despite the bear having said nothing.[break][break]
She turned her attention back to Eli. "Hey. Is our shift almost over...?" The scattered shards rested in front of her but Asha seemed perfectly comfortable with her position, legs stretched in front of her, Polaris standing at her side and her mind busy attempting to work the final question out. [break][break] How the hell was she going to fix that?
Post by elijah silverwood on Apr 30, 2017 3:45:38 GMT
eye for an eye.
The angry mob reluctantly streams out the door, leaving them to themselves. It's quiet as Eli recollects himself. He looks as Asha as she turns, her expression suddenly sullen. She's not as oblivious as it seems; and she's fully aware of the fact that her familiar is what made everyone so agreeable.
But when he speaks, she turns to him in surprise; smiling before she falls to the floor. He sighs, letting the exhuastion show on his face. He's not always a brick wall. He just doesn't bother most of the time. Isn't it nice when you aren't? Vesuvia snickers, and he snorts, shaking his head in exasperation.
He straightens his hand, sleeves falling down his arm until he unveils a watch. The commotion's managed to pass enough time, because the mission's nearly over. Vesuvia slithers from behind his neck, slowly crawling to the floor.
Elijah takes his shadow and manipulates it, arms brushing the broken glass to the middle. He would hate for someone to get pricked by the broken edges. It's far too easy to make a mess out of nothing, and that's exactly what'd happened during this mission. He's lucky that they didn't fail out because of the commotion.
"Just about. Let's clean up and collect our rewards."
