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.
It is on the edge of evening as the sun dips below the horizon, it's gentle glow casting shadows through the tavern. It's getting quite dark, and the servers are starting to light the lanterns inside. She watches idly as they take a moment to summon a flicker of fire, setting it inside the candle before moving on to the next one.
She leans her head on the back of her wrist, sighing. To say that Cass particularly liked being in a tavern was a lie--she's always thought that they were too loud and wild, drinks and magic are an unpredictable combination, and she was no exception. Idleness in getting drunk and wasting the night away is the last thing she'd like to do.
And yet, here she is. Waiting.
Juls is the same as ever: late. It's a mystery over when he'll show up, but Cassidy has long had the patience and mind to wait. She sits at the corner of the bar, and mindlessly runs a finger on the lip of her water, and thinks to bring something to do with her next time.
After all, what else can you do while you're waiting to have a good time?
[attr="class","btl1"]i hope ur happy @noodles !!! put little notes here.
[attr="class","btl3"]缺席的那个颜色就在你迷人笑中
[attr="class","btl4"]"alright, alright, let's take it easy now–"
heavy breathing emanates from rory, echoing through the empty alley, darkened from the shadows cast by surrounding buildings. he's backed up into a corner, slouching with his arm across his abdomen, clutching as if it'd numb the pain. two guys tower over him, knuckles tainted red. he looks up at them, smirking. "we're all friends here, yeah?" blood drips from his crooked nose that's been broken before.
they weren't all friends, not at all. he left that alley with a bloodied face, a sore stomach, and a killer headache. it's been a good thirty minutes since then and he's since had the opportunity to clean himself up a bit.
he now finds himself with a glass of ale in his hand, perched by the bar chugging away. the taste of the cool liquid is nothing new to him, and at this point it's almost second nature to water. the sun starts to set over the tavern he's grown so familiar with, casting shadows through the windows. his eyes peruse the entirety of the vicinity, searching for something, for someone to distract himself with.
and he finds her, sat by her lonesome self at the corner of the bar. glass still in his hand, he strolls over, still sober enough to avoid knocking over tables or chairs. "a pretty face like yours shouldn't be sitting here all alone," he says, sliding into the seat opposite hers.
"whoever you're waiting for isn't worth it. but i am." he winks. "rory mclain."
She raps her fingers along its surface, the sound of her nails solid against wood. The sun's already starting to fade away, and there's no sign of Juls yet. Cass nearly pulls out her team spirit scroll, to maybe give him a call and ask whether they can raincheck, or possibly remind him in the rare event that he's forgotten.
But it's not long until someone slides in a seat across from hers, alchohol clear on his breath. Her eyes flicker to the glass on his hand, and she briefly wonders how many of those he's had already. She doesn't think highly of men who frequent this place, and he's no exception.
Cass can barely hold the malice on her tongue at his last words--because he's simply arrogant to assume that he'll impress any girl with that kind of line. At least it's something to amuse herself with while she's waiting.
"Oh, really? I'd be take anyone over a drunk. What makes you so worthy?"
It is on the edge of evening as the sun dips below the horizon, it's gentle glow casting shadows through the tavern. It's getting quite dark, and the servers are starting to light the lanterns inside. She watches idly as they take a moment to summon a flicker of fire, setting it inside the candle before moving on to the next one.
