CICTF Poison Dart Frog vs. Suriname Grasshopper

Cecilia never considered herself to be an adept caster. It was more often than not that unfolded whenever she drew her wand and by now, her mind was wired to function like a Quidditch player who resorted to brute force or underhanded tactics to turn the tide.

Yet when she saw that tall boy, she felt fairly certain that his defence was akin to an iron wall. With that observation came the realisation that neither of the usual methods would be a viable option. For a moment, other boy caught her eye; he was bright and nimble and much like a falling star, he disappeared in a flash.

A loud thud then drew her attention.
In that split second where she diverted her gaze, Erast Yan had been pinned to the floor by the other boy. Oops. The poor boy simply could not catch a break. She almost felt bad for dragging him here, but the tackle was executed so brilliantly that she almost applauded the boy. Almost.

Instead, Cecilia drew her wand and spoke: “Tantallegra.” As expected, the boy was not pleased to be subjected to the jolly jig and shouted at her. To which she replied: “No can do, patience is not exactly my forte.”

Her attention then turned to her old friend.

“Anytime ~” Cecilia held her thumbs up, beaming as her lips stretched into a wide grin. She could no longer conceal her amusement.

stamina 5 ; evasion 8 ; strength 4
wisdom 6 ; arcane power 6 ; accuracy 6

date	place	tags	wc	speech	outfits
26/06/26	Castelobruxo	Froggies, @Leo Noxley, @Paul Turner(Haaland)	210/200	#36563c	xxx

T​​he ray of sunshine kept showering them, maybe a bit too passionately. Leo had come to help her. “Thank you a lot, Leo.” She turned her head to the boy and said it. She gradually got used to the weather, although the heat didn’t reduce at all. Sweat dripped from Rosaline’s forehead to her delicate chin. She wiped them with her hand. This was so not her. But she couldn’t care less at this moment.

With the rustling sounds of leaves and footsteps, Rosaline perked up. The upcoming danger made the adrenalin run through her blood vessels. Her gaze was sharp, her muscles tensed. Unexpectedly, there came a boy… or he could be called a teenager, if judged by his figure; she hadn’t met him before the game. What happened to the other American boy? She wondered. The light blond hair indicated his possible origin. He looked very much like a Viking man. Rosaline wasn’t someone who would be afraid. She stepped forward and tried her best to tackle the boy. Guess what? She couldn’t move him a bit at all. She stepped back immediately, cautious. The boy seemed to be angry about her action at first, then his threat turned into a smirk. Rosaline gave him a confused expression.

Action: As strategised

stats
stamina: 6 | evasion: 5 | strength: 5
wisdom: 8 | arcane Power: 7 |accuracy: 4
Lovely Creature

banner by alyssea brown

date- June 26th, 2026 wc- 234

interacting/mentioning- the Poison Dart Frog team actions- doing as strategized

Get the flag. Get the flag. Get the flag. The flag the flag the flag-- had become Sage's mantra. Once her hands were around it, her eyes set on the waving fabric, she could be calm again. What was it about competitions that made her so set on winning? Maybe it was the fear she'd let everyone down if she didn't perform correctly.

It hadn't been long into the game, but Sage had already decided she hated jungle weather. How long until her poofing hair blocked her sight? She sighed heavily and kept pushing forward.

Trees, trees, oh, look! another tree! And-- WAIT! Sage audibly gasped, sprinting as hard as she could towards the Grasshopper's flag. She could imagine how stupid she must look, jumping and screaming at the top of her lungs as she tried to get her team's attention. Had she really done it?

"Holy shit," she whispered to herself. "Guys! Poison Dart Frogs! The flag's over here! Run, run, run! Come on, we've got to hurry!"

A smile split so wide across her face it hurt, but the enjoyment didn't last long. She went flying across the field, thorns digging into her skin as she landed. Stupid Flipendo! She grunted at the pain, mentally cursing the boy who'd aimed his wand at her. Sage rolled over in the dirt and brushed off the scars bruising her ego thanks to the hit.

STA 7 │ EVA 9 │ STR 9 │ WIS 4 │ ARC 3 │ ACC 10 | Metamorphagus │ Healing Sage | Metamorphagus Abilities

Jude - NPC for Artie Kempston
Stats: stamina - 6 | evasion - 9 | strength - 2| wisdom - 7 | arcane power - 3 | accuracy - 8
Actions: As strategized

Jude watched the chaos around. How Ellaine’s trap blew back on her. „Oops! Are you okay?“ Asked the boy with a worried face.

He also witnessed that a girl tackled his blue-haired teammate. „Ouch!“ Alright, I am not going to ask her if she is okay. She is not. I would not be if I were in her shoes... ran through his mind. And, as he happened to be around, he made the first step towards her, but then, he noticed there were other people around her; a boy and a girl. So he chose not to intervene and rather back off, to check how the flag was doing.

What he witnessed then, was rather violent. Paul flipped a girl away from the flag. He frowned. Dude, that wasn’t nice. She’s a girl and you... you shouldn’t treat girl like that. True, but the girl was from the opposing team and the rule didn’t really apply to the opposing team, had it?

Why on earth are there so many of them in this zone? Can’t they just... I dunno, go away? It was necessary for him to do something to help his teammates. He would not be able to fall asleep tonight if he didn’t.