Broom Race Public Alpha

"A first here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, an interschool race between Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, ilvermorny and Hogwarts!" There was a cheering crowd that erupted in shouts and applause as the students made their way to the starting line. The announcer was a middle-aged gentleman with salt and pepper hair and a gem-colored robe with a long billowing cloak that flapped behind him. His voice amplified with the Sonorusm his charming American accent could be heard throughout the grounds. "I am your announcer, Lazarus Plott. Many, well all of you have most certainly heard of me," his ego as ripe as ever. "And I am elated to enhance this competition with my dialogue," he rode his broom upward. The winds were hard, as they often were at this time of year. His cape spread like a sail behind him as he addressed the crowd from above.

"I am going to iterate the rules of racing once again for those that are unfamiliar with this unforgiving sport." The chatter of the crowd never died down, but the sonorus charm allowed his voice to carry over the clamor. "The objective of the race is to get to the end," an obvious statement but there was always something more to it than just that. "First IF multiple make it to the end," the operative word being if. It was uncommon for multiple racers to make it to the end. While there were some rules, the basic expectation that nobody would be murdered. That certain spells deemed "too dangerous" would not be used. The actual race itself, high speeds on the shaft of a broom through wooded areas, residential zones and sometimes facing varied threats such as Whomping Willows or even dangerous creatures that are not only unpredictable but also aggressive.

"While the goal is always to get there yourself for the sake of honor and glory, being the first... or in some cases the last," yes it was that dangerous and that was why there were mediwitches on standby. "The goal is for your house, or in this case school to win. Look at your housemates. Look at your schoolmates. Victory is not only yours, but also your schoolmates." Indeed, there was an incentive to protect your own. To work together. For there to potentially be a leader among the pack.

"Everyone on their mark." A look of determination would flash over Headmaster Plot's eyes. "Get set," he lifted the tip of his wand skyward. "GO!" As he shouted the final word, a blast of crimson light would shoot from the tip of his wand like a red rocket and burst into the sky. That was the signal to GO.

FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT POSTED YET, ENTER NOW OR YOU WILL BE BEHIND.

What I need from you in your post:

• 50 word narration
• The speed you are moving on your broom [refer to your broom speed to know what your maximum speed is]
• The action you take. You get 1 action (in addition to movement) per round. If it is targeted at someone, please state who.
• Your stats. Your abilities. Your broom.

You can edit your post until the post deadline, so posting before someone does not place you at a disadvantage. If anything, it can throw off your opponents if they make actions specifically in response to you. Remember, while you are in this for yourself, you are also in this for your house. Your housemates are your teammates.

The deadline for your post and action is October 19.

The announcer guy finally started talking, though Yefim was glad that Mik decided to join him at his side. He gave him a huge grin, the kind that came from pure excitement and wanting to share it. He added in a thumbs up for good measure, assuring him that they had this in the bag, since that was the unequivocal truth. There were no teams any more, just individuals with either grace or malice. A goal to reach, obstacles to be surmounted. They were all going to be easy, and certainly the goal line would be full of Durmstrang students, leaving all the dainty Americans and Frenchies in the tree branches. He could tell by looking at Mik's face that he felt much the same, that wasn't something either of them had ever quarreled about, they both knew Durmstrang was the best school on the planet, and raised the best students. There was no room for failure.

The second that the announcer dude said go, Yefim was moving. Fast. His broom wasn't shiny, slick, or fancy, but it was as fast as he needed it to be. He would be throwing all caution to the wind, because of course he would, and try to set a precedent by barreling ahead as fast as his broom could possibly go. Besides wanting to keep an eye on his buddy, he wouldn't be looking around at the competition. He was elated to finally put that pent up energy into becoming a human bullet. He wasn't worried about stupid obstructions, he would just masterfully fly through them of course.

Action 1: Fly
Action 2 If Mikael (Percival Rainwood) falls off his broom, save
Speed: 5

Stats ◇Sta: 6 (7) ◇ Eva: 7(8) ◇ Str: 10 ◇ Wis: 3 ◇ AP: 4 ◇ Acc: 10 (12) Broom Comet 180 (Max speed 5) Broom stats written in red (+2 accuracy, +1 evasion, and +1 stamina)

Abilities Martial Artist Terrible Presence ◇ Known Spells ◇ Health 700/700

Mentioning: @Percival Rainwood (Mikhail Halldorsen)

Yefim only speaks Russian and a bit of English. Russian will be in brackets.

♠don't care for the critics, my words are like physics ♠

And the race is on. Keeping his eye on the prize, Lucas is a go. Kicking Nimbus into high gear, Lucas notices some sullen-looking girl and branches his wand. "Fillpendo," he mutters. One eye on the girl and the other on the race track. Lucas looks around eggs his broom on, just a bit faster.

♠born for this, the score ♠
Action 1: Fly
Speed: 6
Broom: Nimbus 1700
Action 2: Knock-back jink
Target: @Aurelia Notrésvace

Eyes straight. No looking back. Adrenaline coursing through his veins. There was a tension in the air in anticipation for the race to begin. Finally, the announcer arrived and then it happened. The race had started

"Go Hogwarts!!!"

He yelled before kicking his broom to full speed and taking off. Failure was not an option.

Action: Fly
Speed: 6
Broom: Nimbus 1001 (Max speed: 6)

Stats:
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5 + 1 = 6
Strength: 6 + 2 = 8
Wisdom: 7 + 2 = 9
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy: 5

Mentioning @Henry Knight
Bolded Text: French | Regular Text: English

Florian wasn't expecting any of the other non-Beauxbaton students to speak French and he was a bit taken aback by the Durmstrang student who could. 'I guess when you are a guy as flirty as that... you simply have to speak everything...' he thought, remembering the events of the prior day. Well, no matter, it's not like he told their team anything others didn't already know. Beauxbaton simply was the best at broom racing, no doubt about that. They just had to prove it now.

Florian waited expectantly for the telltale sign for the race to begin and he quickly sped off as he heard the "GO!" escape from the American's lips. He absolutely loved the feel of the wind through his hair and he gripped his wimpy school broom tightly, hoping its lack of speed wouldn't betray him.

Action: Fly
Speed: 3
Broom: School Broom
Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 9 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Foulplay

Mentions: @Henry Knight (Charles Alluring) & @Aurelia Notrésvace

There might've been someone waiting for Nick in the stands, but the stands were starting to get rowdy so he couldn't tell. Instead, he heard a boy with a thick accent say something to him. He turned to see it was the boy who had bumped into two of his fellow Hogwarts students, seeming to hail from Drumstrang. "Heh, we'll see." Nick said simply, not wanting to tick off the slightly scary boy.

Then they were off and Nick quickly brought his broom to a fast speed as he approached the forest. He looked back at Aurelia, the girl who he had seen die and had given this awesome broom. He knew he had to have her back this race, it's the least he could do. For once, he'd try to be a good guy and help a fellow Hogwarts student if she needed it. For now, there was some forest up ahead, and it looked dark. Not wanting to take a chance he calmly took out his wand. He was going pretty fast so, not wanting to chance anything, Nick made a little loop with his wand and stated, "Lumos!"

Action: Casting Lumos
Speed: 5
Broom: Moontrimmer (+10% auto-dodge chance)
Stats: Strength: 3 | Evasion: 9 | Wisdom: 4 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 11 (+3) | Stamina: 10 (+3)
Special Talent: Seer

Interacting with @Thora Larkston [Karilyna Kawahara] and @Opeila Winters [Theodore Duncain]

Phyllis was hovering comfortably in midair, mostly ignoring her competitors. There was something about being on a broom that calmed her giddiness and helped her focus. Hearing her name yelled over the wind, she turned to find Karilyna cheering her on. Lifting a hand into the air, she waved back with just as much enthusiasm.

Stuff was happening, starting. And... Merlin, no. Why was Plott the announcer? She thought back to him throwing glitter on her and wrinkled her nose. Couldn't they have picked someone--anyone--less annoying? Oh well. Soon enough she'd be far enough away she wouldn't be able to hear him anyways. Instead of feeling a little more nervous at his emphasis on how dangerous this sport was, she felt a rush of adrenaline. This was going to be awesome.

With the jet of red light shooting from his wand (wow, he was competent enough to cast spells), they were off. As much as she would've liked to, Phyllis didn't shoot off as fast as her broom could go. She loved the thrill of going super fast, but somehow she'd figured out that maybe wasn't the best strategy, and besides, Theo was on some rickety, pathetic old school broom. There was no way she was going to leave her friend and teammate in the dust like that. They were going to win this together.

Action | If Theodore Duncain is knocked from his broom, save him.
Speed | 3
Broom | Silver Arrow
Stats | 11 (14) Stamina | 9 (12) Evasion | 10 (13) Strength | 5 (8) Wisdom | 2 (5) Arcane Power | 11 (14) Accuracy
Abilities | Calming Presence | Fearless | Statistically Relevant [+2 Stamina]
Calming Presence is in effect on all allies [Ilvermorny players]

The girl was unimpressed by Alexei's charms, which he shrugged off as he began. He began at his maximum speed, seeing as it was better to get and maintain a lead than be worried about coming back from behind. The pretty girl he had flirted with seemed like a threat, and while romance was important to him, doing his school proud was more so. He pulled out his wand and shot off a spell.

Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats) (Max Speed: 5)
Stamina: 10 (13)
Evasion: 9 (12)
Strength:13 (16)
Wisdom: 4 (7)
ArcPower: 4 (7)
Accuracy:9 (12)

Abilities: Charmer, Statistically Relevant(x2)

Action: Fly at 5 speed, cast Flipendo @Aurelia Notrésvace

interactions with [----] | mentions @Amara Dragamior as Lucas, Laz Plott
position taking off
outfit here

A ghost whisper of good luck from fair Lucas- the knot of tension curled tight within his mind's eye loosened ever so lightly at the well-wishing and in any other situation perhaps Johann would have done the same, but the race was soon to begin and the Dragamior second-in-line had already departed for their own broom. Mounting his own broom, Johann kept an easy hover at the starting line, staring intently down at the self-satisfied announcer outlining the rules towards the hyped watchers and readied racers.

Jeez, they sounded like such a prick- he hadn't seen this 'Lazarus Plott' type of guy like ever in his life but they sounded like a Marvel movie villain more than a headmaster. He was all one for dramatics- that cape swing was immaculate- but this was a very tense moment. If he'd have to assume, Plott would be one of those trash villains who monologued more than they did the deeds they described. 3/10 Johannes would simultaneously avoid them out of sheer mercy towards himself and take great fun messing with them if only to take them down a notch.

Didn't matter anyway. As 'DC Universe's pit of Frankensteining' wrapped up his brief speech about things that Johann had already been warned about plus an extra dash of 'what if', the intense feeling of surrealness surrounded him once more. The sky overhead was overcast and the wind chilled, looking paper blank and impossibly big. The race track was up ahead. His grip upon his wand and broom handle tightened as a chill ran through him, whether from the weather or the nerves it wasn't clear. Not for the first time today he was glad for his jacket- a stolen one, pilfered from one of his Hellhound's trunks. It was warm, it was familiar.

Pointedly staring away from the spectator crowds watching from the safety of their seating area- after all, he knew near no one there anyways and refused to be discouraged by those sitting who happened to know him- he stared down Plott-of-land darkly with anticipation. A countdown. The flash of red.

Now, now, now- Takeoff.

Action: Fly

Broom: SwiftStick (+2 strength, +2 evasion, +2 wisdom)[/b]
Speed: 4

Abilities: Foul play, Charmer, Evasive Manoeuvres

Modified Stats: Sta 7 | Eva 10 | Str 10 | Wis 8 | Arc 7 | Acc 9
Base Stats: Sta 7 | Eva 8 | Str 8 | Wis 6 | Arc 7 | Acc 9