Broom Race Public Alpha

@Flash Holmwood as Yefim.

Gah, bless it!

The race had started smoothly, easily pulling ahead of everyone else in my path. Just as we reached the first obstacle, a narrow passage, I put on a tiny burst of speed, just enough to slip by everyone and pass through the narrow way. My small, yet muscular form is just perfect for such an occasion, and I find myself counting my blessings for being who I am. Obstacle after Obstacle passes me and I focus solely on the goal, never minding the outside drama around me. Some people have already fallen, and some people have fallen behind, victims of slower brooms. While my Moontrimmer is certainly not the fastest broom on the market, is is more practical and more safe. I'm able to control it.

Just as we pass through a tight thicket, Yefim passes me, and despite myself, I feel a chill, veering away... and into a cluster of bramble vines. They scathe at me, ripping at my uniform and cutting up my arms and legs, entangling me in the midst of their thick foliage. Without much struggle, however, I yank myself free of my binds, listening to the sickening rip of flesh and fabric. Though these events may have caused other people to wince and collapse, I only grimace, gazing at the slowly oozing blood. This, not the impact I had suffered by my broom, would be the reason for my fall. I would have to resolve it somehow.

While I am not especially gifted with magic, I have tried and tried again to continue my studies. Flipping out my white yew wand, the identical twin of my brother's, I incant the repairing spell. "Reparo."

I intend to fix my clothes, obtaining a large enough strip of fabric to tie up my wounds. None of my older teammates are around to heal me. I have to rely on my self-taught survival skills.

Movement: Flying (Max Speed of 5)
Second Action: Cast Reparo on his ripped clothes in order to stop his bleeding

Statistics & Abilities

Reducio

Stamina 10 | Strength 10 | Evasion 10
Wisdom 7 | Accuracy 10 | ArcPower 0

Obnoxiously Strong
+10% to all Strength Checks, so +11 Strength
Perfectionist I
-1 Critical Fail Chances

Broom: Moontrimmer Twink Broom
- +3 to Evasion and Stamina ^ added above ^
- 10% Auto-Dodge Chance
Speed: (Max speed of 5)

@Katrina Walker (Iris Fields)

And the race had begun. Drew sped forward, wishing he had a better broom like some. He stuck close to his schoolmate, Iris Fields. Many elbows were tucked in as people tried to keep at the same pace, pushing to the front through the ginormous crowd. Few succeeded. Drew was shoved closer to the back. He tried to inch his way forward towards the front of the group, and he was semi-successful. They came out of the narrow passageway, a relief to Drew, and sped through open air, those with faster brooms being distinguished from those with average or school brooms. Iris called out to him, telling him that she was going to go a little bit ahead, and Drew yelled back, "Okay!"

He could see the forbidden forest up ahead. Apparently, for this one time, the name counted for nothing. It was not forbidden in this aspect. They were racing through it, after all. As he came near the forest, he took his wand out just in case. You never know with Hogwarts, and especially not with a dangerous forest next to Hogwarts. During a broom race. With some decently dangerous people. You know, this might not have been the safest thing these students have ever participated in... But they would be fine, of course they would. There was still the ball to attend! And Drew was not missing that. He scanned the crowd to find Iris a little ways ahead of him, still okay. Drew sped toward the forest, keeping his mind focused on the task at hand.

Action: Conditional- If Iris Fields is knocked from her broom, save her.

Stamina: 8 Evasion: 5 Strength: 10 Wisdom: 4 Arcane Power: 7 Accuracy: 6

Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong | Fearless Broom: School Broom Speed: 3

Bolded Text – French | Regular Text – English

Action 1| Fly Speed| 6.
Action 2| Focus on the task at hand.
Stats with Nimbus 1700
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 7+1 (8) | Strength: 9+1 (10)
Wisdom: 4+1 (5) | Arc Power: 3 | Accuracy: 10+2 (12)
Abilities
Fearless | Evasive Maneuvers

Percival seemed to have started off the race perfectly, flying in the middle of the pack and trying to keep out of trouble as he zoomed down the course. His first obstacle was the narrow bridge, an obstacle that would be difficult to get through with everyone clumped together in a group. Thankfully he manged to get through unharmed, but others were not so lucky as they bounced repeatedly off the walls. Once they came out, their next obstacle was the dark forest that plagued many kids dreams. Without hesitation they all flew forwards, disappearing into the thick line of trees that plunged the area around them into darkness.

His eyes darted all around him as he went through the forest almost blindly, yet still going at a speed to try and keep up with the rest. However, as soon as he exited the dark forest he noticed he was far behind the leading pack. He grunted and slowly shook his head with determination as he tried to push his old broom further, trying hard to be a contender in his death race. He had come all this way unharmed and was adamant to continue, even if he didn't come in a decent place, finishing would be good enough for him and hogwarts. The only person he could see was a girl who he hadn't seen before, although he had no plans to attack her but instead left her alone to focus on getting back into this race "Come on you old thing I know you've got something left in you!" he shouted as he swiftly flew into the next area of the course.

Broom: Tinder Blast (Speed 5)
~ Stats ~
7 Stamina | 8 Evasion | 6 Strength | 6 Wisdom | 7 Arcane Power | 6 Accuracy
~ Abilities ~
Fearless

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The wind in his face, nothingness under his feet, the kickstart of adrenaline that always seemed to fuel him whenever he took to the air- it was all there. The race was on. Johann stole a sturdy spot in the centre of the crowd as they raced on, pulling himself up and through the narrow viaduct alongside his fellow racers- looking good. A relatively easy obstacle that let them dip their toes in the water before throwing them into the pool.

Crossing into the forbidden forest- as if that name meant anything-, Johannes could only duck his head as the fuzzy figures of branches whizzed by, tucking himself closer to his broom white-knuckled grasping at his wand. His eyes straining to distinguish things in the dim light past the rushing foliage, it was no wonder why this type of woods would prove a challenge, on foot or broom alike- rushing right through on a broom probably topped traversing slowly on land. You would think a habit of sneaking around would make for an advantage in such a situation of weave and dodge but alas, with tree cover this thick and thorny branches dangerous, it made for a bad combination. A bad combination that lead to our Durmstrang third year to snag a particularly well-placed bramble to the forehead zooming by, roughly combing over pulled back hair as it left behind a stinging gash that wept with blood.

Too close to the eye for comfort. A hiss left the boy as he cleared the forest bearing a dripping wound that wasn't there before. Shaking his head out like a dog after a bath, Johannes swiped at the spot with the back of his wand hand in irritation- smearing the whole mess further along but at the very least pulling the whole mess away from his eyes-, slightly dismayed to watch as the others headed on forward past a great thicket of vines and toward the sound of a gushing waterfall. Sorry Axel for the jacket but it isn't like the article hadn't been through worse then some water and bug juice buzzing. Buzzing. Humming, loud but distant. Yeah no, if Johannes wasn't a racer and instead a regular person traversing through these fields he would forever hem and haw at why they were allowing what sounded like giant bugs to get around freely as if they were docile cows out to graze.

This was only the beginning of the race and he was well on his way to looking like a stuck pig. C'mon, Johannes you've got this. If he booked it now then he could probably get through past everything and catch up- not nearly first place but at least closer to the brunt of the racers leading up the front. That assumed that he would be able to make it that far. Didn't matter, didn't hurt to try.

Action: Fly

Broom: SwiftStick (+2 strength, +2 evasion, +2 wisdom)
Speed: 5

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

Stats:

Reducio

Abilities: Lovely Creature and Terrible Presence

Broom: Moontrimmer [+3 to two separate stats, +10% chance to auto-dodge an attack, twink broom]

Stats: | Stamina 8 | Evasion 8 [+3 Moontrimmer] | Strength 8 | Wisdom 3 [+3 Moontrimmer] | Arcan Power 4 | Accuracy 9 |

Action: If Phyllis Stanwood is knocked off her broom, save her.
Speed: 3
Brrom: Schoolbroom

Stamina: 8
Evasion: 8
Strength: 1
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy: 9

The Muggle Condition | Calming Presence

Mentioning @Bridget Collins as Phyllis Stanwood

Aderline rushed through the youngest Petrov as he shot off the start line. His spell missed the pretty girl, but he wasn't overly worried, since his specialty wasn't spellwork in the first place. He shifted his weight forward, focusing all of his energy into going as fast as possible as quick as possible. An early lead would give him some room to wiggle, and at the moment, he was in the middle of the pack.

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, catch any Durmstrang racer