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Fencing was once a favorite pastime—a favored hobby once taken up the Norden heiress and the matriarch, now tragically passed all
too soon. Seeing the signups for the event brought up mixed feelings, but with some encouragement via owl from her adoptive mother, Xailah, Remedy acquiescenced and signed up.
The day of the event, adorning her finest gear, the vipress seemed rooted in spot. All the memories of her beloved, doting mother’s unfortunate and rather gruesome death flooding back to the center of her cerebrum.
Her chest constricted. A cool sweat dotted her forehead. Her bones ached. A panic attack amid a sportinf skirmish among her Durmstrang comrades was quite the ego-dissolver, but what was the Alptraum girl to do? All the attempts to do something—anything but stand there like a hapless weakling—was futile.
Her manicured, coffin-shaped fingertips slowly grazed her chest. Beneath them was feeling of a the rapid-pounding drumbeat of her weary heart. The sensation was almost foreign to Remedy, as if the here had been a vacant hole where it was meant to beat after all this time. Tears stung her eyes, bred between embarrassment, pain from being swiped by the blade, and a mournful sadness that rarely reared its ugly head… with the exception of inconvenient moments as this.
But there was no time for that now.
With a nervous gulp, Remedy quickly wiped her eyes of the stray tears that had escaped down her porcelain features and took up stance.
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too soon. Seeing the signups for the event brought up mixed feelings, but with some encouragement via owl from her adoptive mother, Xailah, Remedy acquiescenced and signed up.
The day of the event, adorning her finest gear, the vipress seemed rooted in spot. All the memories of her beloved, doting mother’s unfortunate and rather gruesome death flooding back to the center of her cerebrum.
Her chest constricted. A cool sweat dotted her forehead. Her bones ached. A panic attack amid a sportinf skirmish among her Durmstrang comrades was quite the ego-dissolver, but what was the Alptraum girl to do? All the attempts to do something—anything but stand there like a hapless weakling—was futile.
Her manicured, coffin-shaped fingertips slowly grazed her chest. Beneath them was feeling of a the rapid-pounding drumbeat of her weary heart. The sensation was almost foreign to Remedy, as if the here had been a vacant hole where it was meant to beat after all this time. Tears stung her eyes, bred between embarrassment, pain from being swiped by the blade, and a mournful sadness that rarely reared its ugly head… with the exception of inconvenient moments as this.
But there was no time for that now.
With a nervous gulp, Remedy quickly wiped her eyes of the stray tears that had escaped down her porcelain features and took up stance.
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[ stats ] sta 8 | eva 13 | str 0 | wis 10 | arc 8 | acc 12 |
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𝕱𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖊𝖆TEAMSROUND 1.B RESULTS
Four hits by Maroon
Four hits by Indigo
-100 HP on Maroon
-220 HP on Indigo
MAROON IN LEAD
- @Arno Dorian HP = 800/800
- @Valeriy Viktorovna Reznikov HP = 270/300
- @Magnus Blackwood HP = 290/300
- @Remedy Norden-Alptraum HP = 720/800
- @Ivan Baskakova HP = 700/800
- @Liliya Starkova HP = 980/1000
- @Alexios Katsaros HP = 490/500
- @Viktoriya Petrovskaya HP = 500/500
- @Vasilius Nighthawk HP = 720/800
- @Boram Borisova HP = 600/600
The flurry of weapons continues. The students' armor protects them from actual harm, but the magical shields deteriorate as hits begin to happen.
ARNO & LILIYA
Liliya attempts to fleche her opponent and she succeeds in a beautifully executed thrust of the weapon. However, Arno, dodges out of the weapon's way, erstwhile hitting her straight on her armor. His strength is too weak and the magical shielding does not deteriorate any one bit.
VALERIY & ALEXIOS
Alexios feints, stabbing his epee one way in order to bait his opponent, but perhaps due to his inexperience at the move, he accidentally trips instead. Once he recovers, Valeriy hits him quickly and honorably, damaging his shielding by a tiny amount.
MAGNUS & VIKTORIYA
Viktoria beautifully shoots her epee forward, but Magnus uses his strength to parry the weapon out of the way. With quick thinking, Magnus steps sideways and hits Viktoria instead, leaving substantial fraying on the magical armor.
REMEDY & VASILIUS
Perhaps Vasilius is cursed with the same inability to lie as Alexios, for his attempt to feint also fails spectacularily. His fate is worse, tripping straight into Remedy's weapon as she takes the second that Vasilius is disoriented to make her attack. His magical armor begins to have holes in the shielding it provides.
IVAN & BORAM
The final pair is the most comical attempt at fencing. Boram successfully attemps her fleche against Ivan, he gracefully cross steps changing the angle with which the two faced each other, and attempted to take advantage of his current success when his epee falls to the ground, as if gravity increased by fourfold.RULES & AVAILABLE ACTIONS
- There will be 6 moderated rounds, each round will have two moderation posts. Each moderation will happen after a dead line of 72 hours from previous post. To participate one must owl or discord Emery Albrecht your action.
- Before the rounds begin, a dice will be rolled to decide which team will be offensive first, and which team will be defensive.
- There are three available defensive actions and three available offensive actions.
- DEFENSIVE: Parry (Deflect other person's sword, StrDC), Dodge (Evasion move with body, EvaDC), Cross Step (Force other to change angles, WisDC) If Defensive action succeeds, there will be an automatic opportunity to Attack (AccDC). Dodge automatically occurs in each round, but if you choose your action to be Dodge, then you will have 2 points added to your evasion stats.
- OFFENSIVE: Lunge (A simple one foot advance and hit, StrDC), Fleche (Running forward thrust, AccDC), Feint (Deception then attack, WisDC). If you hit, then you will have an automatic opportunity to Remise (Double hit, WisDC).
- Each person's stamina determines the length of their fencing. STA*100 is the beginning statistic. Whoever hits 10 times in a row, or makes their opponent stamina zero wins. Damage is STR*10.
- Please post your trunk stats in your first post, along with every post after, so that it can lock for this event.
- Please remember that the same rules as the rest of the site applies, posts must be at least 200 words, no godmodding, and no cheating allowed.
MODERATION RULES
- First Year ( PARRY - StrDC 10, DODGE - EvaDC 10, CROSS-STEP - WisDC 10, DEFENSIVE ATTACK - AccDC - 12) + 2 for every year.
- First Year (LUNGE - StrDC 11, FLECHE - AccDC 11, FEINT - WisDC 11, REMISE - WisDC 13) +2 every year
EPEE DescriptionEpee is the type of fencing that is most similar to actual sword fighting as both fencers may win a point. There are no right-of-way rules and legal targets include the entire body, including the head. Out of character, the rules have been played with in order to ease moderation, however, in character, please write as if it is real Epee. The course that I mentioned in character started in March, so it has been 8 weeks of fencing lessons, specifically in Epee. If you are Maroon, you were taught by Emery and if you are Indigo, you were taught by the mysterious suitor.
POST DEADLINE
June 15th, 2026
OFFENSIVE TEAM
INDIGO
DEFENSIVE TEAM
MAROON
MODERATIONSReducioReducioReducioReducioReducio
Fencing and Tea
Magnus Blackwood!
DURMSTRANG | SECOND | OUTFIT | HEX
Russian/French | 04.15.2026 | WC 498
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Despite being caught off guard a mere moment before, it later dawned upon Remedy that her body seemingly knew exactly how to handle itself whilst wielding a blade.
A delighted smile touched her face as she managed to make a first, perfect strike with her blade while her opposition was distracted. Perhaps it was stupid luck that earned the shot. Perhaps not. No matter, the Alptraum girl made a conscious effort to not let it meddle with her streamlined focus. By now, the competition-driven girl would have offered some token words to toy with her opponent’s psyche, yet Remedy remained eerily quiet and ready like a viper coiled for the kill— lying in wait of prey.
A glimme of a smirk illuminated her porcelain features, and slowly but surely, the Norden heiress was beginning to feel like her old self— the Vipress of Hogwarts— and felt a seed of joy for almost the first time in a year. She knew her victory wasn’t yet secure against Vasilius, yet deep within the dark recesses of her cerebrum, a lesser part of her truly didn’t care how the tides went in this game.
She was merely happy to finally feel alive, and not simply a vacant shell walking.
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A delighted smile touched her face as she managed to make a first, perfect strike with her blade while her opposition was distracted. Perhaps it was stupid luck that earned the shot. Perhaps not. No matter, the Alptraum girl made a conscious effort to not let it meddle with her streamlined focus. By now, the competition-driven girl would have offered some token words to toy with her opponent’s psyche, yet Remedy remained eerily quiet and ready like a viper coiled for the kill— lying in wait of prey.
A glimme of a smirk illuminated her porcelain features, and slowly but surely, the Norden heiress was beginning to feel like her old self— the Vipress of Hogwarts— and felt a seed of joy for almost the first time in a year. She knew her victory wasn’t yet secure against Vasilius, yet deep within the dark recesses of her cerebrum, a lesser part of her truly didn’t care how the tides went in this game.
She was merely happy to finally feel alive, and not simply a vacant shell walking.
[ abilities ] statistically relevant. |
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[ stats ] sta 8 | eva 13 | str 0 | wis 10 | arc 8 | acc 12 |
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[ actions ] suffering inside |
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TERRIBLE PRESENCE [AFFECTS ALL] | PERFECTIONIST | BINDING MARK [BORAM]
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When the idea of fencing had been brought up, he imagined it to be fast paced and slightly unnerving to his senses. No doubt, his opponent for the day, Liliya, had managed to keep him certainly occupied in that regard, however, the rest of the game could benefit from a dash of action as well. Arno couldn't observe all the games very well, but did acknowledge the rather monotonous nature of it all. In addition, the rather obvious choice of actions all the party, including him kept doing was only further adding into his boredom.
Maybe once this is over, he'll go do something much more fun or cheerful, like blowing up a wall. Mid game, Arno spoke out to Liliya, "do you wanna go explore the caves nearby after this?"
It was an offer made in manner of mutual respect, the boy had already extracted plenty of fun from this game and now wishes to discover more about this new friend.
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Sta: 7 | Eva: 10 | Str: 6 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 7 | Acc: 13 |
Sta: 9 | Eva: 15 | Str: 0 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 15 |
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“I noticed everything. I just acted like I didnt.”
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The time seemed to be taking forever to pass, or at least, according to Vas, it was, his eye constantly moving towards the other matches, a rather foolish mistake, especially for someone who preached about focus to Magnus at times, yet his focus remained intermittent, his gaze constantly looking away.
He slowly pulled himself mentally from the distractions as the previously lowered guard began to build itself, as different ideas entered his mind, scheming his next move, staring at Remedy, and then suddenly he extended his arm towards the high line, an attempt to trick her, to get a reaction that could be used against them.
Little did he know, his previous attempt at gaining his focus wasn't truly successful, as he felt his balance break, he'd somehow tripped on nothing, and the result of it played out, his weight crashing into the array of misbalance. The fall wasn't bad. But the embarrassment behind it? Absolutely.
Realization took a good minute before it all came crashing down at the feel of a familiar pressure formed by the epee touching his armour; he'd somehow fallen straight into the epee, easily gifting them points.
A groan escaped his mouth at the sheer absurdity of the situation, it wasn't like him to get distracted that badly, especially not during a game.
Like a stupid rookie.
STA: 8 | EVA: 7 | STR: 8 | WIS: 9 | ARC: 3 | ACC: 10
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Muah, the one and only Elisa Shakestra!
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IVAN BASKAKOVA | Иван Баскакова.
iNPC | ENCY | DURMSTRANG | YEAR 2
stamina ◦ 8 | evasion ◦ 7 | strength ◦ 4 | wisdom ◦ 10 | arcane power ◦ 7 | accuracy ◦ 6
ACTIONS | Plotting on Vik. ABILITIES | Lovely Creature | Terrible Presence.
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| XXXXXX | Realisation dwelled on the child once he recognised his movements failed to have the lasting impact he had desired. Focused on the few beauties, namely one, on the field had left his mind scattered for a second — frustration growing by the second at another failed attempt. His partner had yet to utter a word to him, fixated on someone else as he had been, though he cared little as to what was on the mind of the girl with orange hues to her hair, resembling the sparks of fire. His brows furrowed, redirecting his gaze across the field, glancing at the different techniques showcased by his peers. It had been unlikely they had delved into the art of fencing in the same manner he had — immense research being his first point of call, observation typically the latter, though, the school had not offered Ivan the oppertunity to truly observe the sport. His days spent hung over textbooks only worsening his already low stamina. Fortunately, the imbecile that had been Melor Baskakova was rotting away elsewhere. Ivan pondered if it was worth letting the girl before him win, his ego faltering. Surely it would be humiliating to be beaten by someone who had an ounce more experience than he did. Though, Ivan hoped the pretty girl with white hair would've been the one who had brought him to his failure. To his misfortune, she had been paired with what could only be described as a hindrance to meeting the girl of his dreams. For that alone, he would find the boy later and scrutinise him for not letting her win outright. |
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The teeth did not sink, missing her opponent, who managed to dodge her blade.
Boram's jaw clenched.
How was she missing a boy who could not even hold a damn stick properly? The sound of her opponent's Épée echoed like laughter at her own failure to finish the game quickly. She'd blink, before giving a curt hum and taking a step back, giving the boy space to retrieve his weapon once more from the ground.
I should go to the dining hall after this... perhaps there is something good in there that was not a complete waste of her time.
With a deep and disappointed sigh, she would glance over to see Arno, who managed to make no damage to his opponent. She'd snort and then cough due to her laugh stopping in her throat, muttering with a strained breath, "A ghost can do more damage..." One could only hope his failure would not haunt him at night...
That was her job.
A sly grin would play along her face, already planning on how to torment him later with whispers of needing to get him on a diet and workout fit for a warrior.
Or as her father would say, fit to take on a bear.
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Liliya bore her teeth in a grimace when her opponent seemed to be mildly bored. What an insult to her and her ability, and to talk to her in such a manner of bemusement, as if she was only a toy his superior accuracy, ability, and agility could play around with. Readying herself for another round as she offered Arno a defiant glare, at first she did not register the words that he had produced.
The past round she had been focused on seizing the opportunity of an attack, and when that failed, had more or less wallowed in her own missed opportunity.
But now... a cave? She studied him briefly, falling into the trap of distraction as her sabre slipped by inches, dangling down rather than pointed towards his chest. Her mind was already screaming at her to have some dignity and refuse, but genuine curiosity consumed her more than confidence.
And Arno. He seemed easy, kind, outgoing -- someone she would get along with. Her eyes widened by a fraction, surprise, agreement, almost humour, and just before Arno would take the attacking action, she found herself nodding. "Yes," she said, trying to keep her tone offhand and careless, "Perhaps we will."
The past round she had been focused on seizing the opportunity of an attack, and when that failed, had more or less wallowed in her own missed opportunity.
But now... a cave? She studied him briefly, falling into the trap of distraction as her sabre slipped by inches, dangling down rather than pointed towards his chest. Her mind was already screaming at her to have some dignity and refuse, but genuine curiosity consumed her more than confidence.
And Arno. He seemed easy, kind, outgoing -- someone she would get along with. Her eyes widened by a fraction, surprise, agreement, almost humour, and just before Arno would take the attacking action, she found herself nodding. "Yes," she said, trying to keep her tone offhand and careless, "Perhaps we will."
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