Gryffindor v Slytherin Broom Race Jan 2022

Della "faking" an air of confidence didn't seem to trick her team. Hugh, their co-captain, in particular, noticed Della's nerves. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder, reassuring her. In another circumstance, this might have frightened her. Della was unusually tall for her age, but Hugh was probably at least a few feet taller than her. On another day, she might have worried about crumpling under the weight of his hand. But today, it was exactly what she needed. She felt warmth radiate through her from him. Della nodded back to him. This was followed by an encouraging thumbs-up from their captain and a confident glance from Levi and Xailah. Della returned a nod to each of them.

Even though she was quiet at practices—except for when she had questions, which there were many—she was starting to understand that her teammates really did have her back. Being the youngest member, someone unfamiliar with the game and even to magic, had her full of imposter syndrome. But their strategy was practiced, and Della knew she could execute what they had planned.

There was an announcement that the race was going to start. Della placed her broom beneath her, taking her position at the start.

Action: as strategized

Stats: stamina: 5 8 | evasion: 7 10 | strength: 3 6 | wisdom: 6 9 | arcane power: 5 8 | accuracy: 4 7
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 all stats)
Top Speed: 5

18 hours until deadline.
This is a reminder for players to post and captains to send in strategies
-Thankyou-

Scarlet eagerly watched the student in charge of getting the race started, waiting for them to give the signal that would free herself from the spot she had taken up at the start line. Scarlet's gaze was now permanently fixed on the student starting the race, she was ready to get herself moving as soon as the teams were given the go-ahead, she wasn't prepared to lose a second.

Actions: As strategised
Stats: Stamina - 4 (7) | Evasion - 4 (7) | Strength - 7 (10) | Wisdom - 9 (12) | Arcane Power - 7 (10) | Accuracy - 4 (7)
Race: Werewolf | Abilities: Terrible Presence
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats), Top Speed = 5

... And the race was off!
Everyone was ready to go, and go they did, well, everyone but one @Thomas Lestrange. The boy was staring off into the distance, maybe he spotted a pretty someone in the crowd, or maybe, he was just scared.

Unit One:
Thomas Lestrange: 1100/1100

Through the course, the racers go and all is easy until they reach a wooded area. Only @Violet Carrington seems to get through without a scratch. She pauses and aims her wand at @Xailah Alptraum but it misses. Even so, Xailah's teammate, @Hugh Lowe sends a spell her way, trying to protect her from anticipated attacks. In Hugh's distraction, he did not notice @Wyatt Starkley aim his wand, yet, good for the Lions, Wyatt has the aim of a blind toddler and the spell missed.

Reducio

SPELLS
Violet Carrington attacks Xailah Alptraum
WDC: 12+13=25
ACC: 15+13-4=24
EVA: 19+13=32
Spell Misses

Hugh Lowe helps Xailah Alptraum
WDC: 2+9=11
Spell Hits

Wyatt Starkley attacks Hugh Lowe
WDC: 20
ACC: 11+9-4=16
EVA: 17+18=35
Spell Misses

MOVEMENT
Accuracy DC --> 18
Nicholas McCowan:
roll 1 --> 3+9-4=8 <-- fail
roll 2--> 5+9-4=10 <-- fail
roll 3-->17+9-4=21 <-- autofail
Damage --> 3(5x5)= 75 --> takes 75 damage on unit 3
Continues flying

Hugh Lowe
roll 1 -> 3+10-3= 10 <-- fail
roll 2 -> 11+10-3 = 18
roll 3 -> 15+10-3 = 22 <-- autofail
Damage --> 2(4x5)= 40, 20% of 40 is 8, takes 32 damage on unit three
Stops

Xailah Alptraum
roll 1 --> 6 + 13 -4 =15 <-- autofail
roll 2--> 9+13-4=18
roll 3--> 17+13-4= 25
Damage --> 1(5x5)=25 --> takes 25 damage on unit three
Continues flying

Della Barfield
roll 1 --> 4+7-4=7 <-- fail
roll 2 --> 18+7-4=21
roll 3--> 2+7-4=5 <-- fail
Damage --> 2(5x5)= 50 --> takes 50 damage on unit three
Continues flying

Levi Drakos
roll 1--> 13+8-5=16 <-- fail
roll 2 --> 19+8-5 =22
roll 3--> 12+8-5=15 <-- fail
Damage --> 2(6x5)=60 --> takes 60 damage on unit three
Continues flying

Wyatt Starkey
roll 1 -->3+9-3=9 <-- fail
roll 2--> 19+9-3=25
roll 3--> 17+9-3=23
Damage --> 1(4x5)=20 damage on unit three
Stops

Scarlett Salvatore
roll 1 --> 11+7-3=15 <-- fail
roll 2 --> 1+7-3=5 <-- fail
roll 3 --> 18+7-3=22
Damage --> 2(4x5)=40 --> 40 damage on unit three
Continues flying

Violet Carrington
roll 1 --> 11+13-3=21
roll 2 --> 17+13-3=27
roll 3--> 19+13-3=29
Damage --> NA
Stops

Vale Ashwood
roll 1 -->6+9-3=12 <-- fail
roll 2--> 4+9-3=10 <-- fail
roll 3-->14+9-3=19
Damage --> 2(4x5)= 40 --> take 40 damage on unit three
Continues flying

Unit Three:
Hugh Lowe: 1768/1800
Wyatt Starkey: 880/900
Violet Carrington: 1000/1000

Through the woods our racers continue to go. They doge the branches and each other as they zoom on.

The racers remaining make their way out of the forest, weary for wear, but their luck continues as they reach another obstacle.

Unit Five:
Vale Ashwood: 690/800 - Takes 50 damage for five more rounds
Scarlett Salvatore: 570/700 - Takes 50 damage for five more rounds

Unit Six:
Nicholas McCowan: 1325/1500 - Takes 50 damage for five more rounds
Xailah Alptraum: 1100/1200 - Takes 50 damage for five more rounds - Negates up to a 10% chance to being knocked off a broom caused by any spells or effects. In cases where a user is knocked off the broom directly, such as the effect of a spell or batching, there is a 10% chance that the user will hold on.
Della Barfield: 650/800 - Takes 50 damage for five more rounds

Unit Seven:
Levi Drakos: 560/700 - Takes 50 damage for five more rounds

Racers have 5 days or until Jan 24th, 10:20 AM PST to post and captains have until the same time to owl moves to myself and Aurora Ranvier. As Thomas Lestrange did not post this round, if Slytherin wins, he is not eligible for a stat point.
If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to reach out to myself or Aurora

Credit to Winnie Harper

If one set their eyes forward and refused to be swayed from their path, if they moved onward without care for the obstacles around them, there would be nothing short of an act of God that would dissuade them from their journey. As flawed a manifesto as that was, Nicholas McCowan held it true as he shot forth from the starting line. The plan had been simple, get as far ahead on the track as humanly possible. At least that was his role in it. Even as he barreled forth, he was aware of Lowe behind him casting a spell to assist Alptraum, the huge boy falling behind the pack as he did so. A sharp grin lit up Nicholas’s face, white teeth bared in an expression closer to a snarl than a smile.

The predatory smirk did not fade for an instant as he barreled through branch after branch, each piece of wood bruising and scraping his skin. He could feel the injuries beginning to form, could feel the throbs of anger from his arms, yet he could not be bothered to deal with any of them. The sheer thrill of flying had overcome him. Gone was that nervousness that had predated the race, gone was his fear. There was only him, his broom, and the sky.

And, he supposed, the nine other racers. But they were irrelevant for the moment.

What wasn’t irrelevant was the bundimum. The pest had perched itself upon the course, it’s bright green visage immediately obvious to the Gryffindor captain even from within his place in the peloton. Yet, to make any real attempt to avoid its acidic excretions would endanger his position within that very same pack. There was nothing for it, he continued on.

The acid hit him with ease, burning his skin and causing new and intensely unpleasant sensations of pain to ring from those parts of his limbs that caught the spit. Even as he continued flying, he could feel the liquid slowly boring its way deeper and deeper into his body, burning and eating away at his flesh.

But it wasn’t going to kill him, and that meant it was less important than the race. Win at any cost.

He could only hope his teammates shared that same mindset as the Gryffindors slowly began to edge their way to the front of the group of racers, Drakos taking the lead with his Nimbus.

The sheer joy of the race was overwhelming, the adrenaline rush of the danger, the sight of verdant racers falling behind their vermillion counterparts, each piece of the puzzle interlocking in a dopamine rush the likes of which Nicholas had not experienced throughout his time at Hogwarts.

He roared with wild laughter, the cheer immense, “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!”

Stats: STA: 15 (12) | EVA: 9 (6) | STR: 11 (8) | WIS: 9 (6) | ARC: 7 (4) | ACC: 9 (6)
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 All Stats, Top Speed 5)
Action: As Strategised

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[font=times new roman]Wyatt cursed as his spell missed his target and came to a full stop when he was hit in the face by one too many branches. He watched as other racers passed him by, and as his throat released something of a growl, he steadied himself on his broom once again.

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----Wow, so Vale definetely came out a bit worse than she has anticipated. The bundimum and the many branches were painful, but such a thing like pain only makes the young girl laugh in glee. Prehaps it was because of adrenaline still coarsing through her veins. Either way, Vale knew the fun just started.

She'll be damned if she ends it now.

Action: As strategized.

Reducio

Fearless
Broom: Silver Arrow [+3 to all stats] // Top Speed = 5
Stats: Sta 5 🠂 8 | Eva 7 🠂 10 | Str 4 🠂 7 | Wis 7 🠂 10 | Arc 6 🠂 9 | Acc 6 🠂 9

Magic whisped from the part-giant's wand as surprise flashed before Hugh's eyes. It wasn't often he reaped success from his magical abilities. A little heritage from his mother's blood flowing within him, though he'd never hold it against her. A wave of hope engulfed the large boy's heart as he at the very least got one thing right in their strategy. He felt satisfied and renewed with optimism.

As sweet as this moment felt to him, it quickly evaporated as a spell got hurled in his direction. The part-giant dived and nearly took an entire tree with him. The spell completely missed its mark, but Hugh at least got a reminder that he ought to keep his head in the game. As he aligned himself with the snake that had tried to hit him, Hugh winked and gave him a quick salute.

Branches and bark cut through his cloth and skin, one after the other. Hugh knew very well he wasn't the nimblest on the team, but he expected others to have come out better than him. From what he could gather, it didn't seem the case this time around. A large and wide smirk would crawl across his face as he held on tight to his broom.

He could see the other members of his team disappearing into the distant darkness of the treeline. Beyond his sight, he could hear his the captain's voice echoing across the treetops. "RAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOGHHH!!" Hugh roared in response to the captain's battle cry, grinning as he knew he held true to his word this day.

Str: 10 13 | Eva: 1 4 | Wis: 6 9 | Sta: 15 18 | Arc: 1 4 | Acc: 7 10
Broom: Silver Arrow +3 to all stats [added above for ease] | Top Speed: 5
Abilities: Part-Giant

They were off without hesitation. Slytherin was on the offensive, they flung their spells early on. They were spells better saved for a more open area rather than an encroaching treeline. The lions would prove to be faster than they looked. There was a price for such speed though, a price witch came in the form of a few tree branches to the ribs- nothing too serious. Xailah sped through, her posture crouched so that she appeared smaller and harder to hit. An effective tactic, but there were still a few limbs that managed to grab her- as well as something else. An electric tinkle coursed through her being, finding root in her hands before fading quickly.

Aware that she had been hit by something other than a tree branch, Xailah turned around, only to find Hugh facing her with his wand. Her grip was noticably stronger than usual- noticable to herself anyways. Understanding that he had cast in order to aid her, she flashed him a smile- or something of one. An attempt at expressing gratitude was made, that was the important thing. At the speed they were going, it was rather hard to make out any sort of expression on a person's face. With the temporary buff, came one downside that Xailah failed to consider- until a little while later. The consequence of Hugh's gesture meant that he would have to slow down. He would be the sole lion caught amongst snakes. Hopefully he would be able to outrace the serpents and rejoin his pride. There was little doubt that they would take the separation as an opportunity to put the giant down.

Four racers from Gryffindor shot out of the clearing; and through the bundimun; with most of Slytherin a few ways behind. If one were to spare a glance back, some could be seen as tiny specks zooming in the distance like uh- a colony of magical ants. Not too shabby. Despite a few nicks and (forming) bruises here and there, this was a pretty decent start for Gryffindor. The boy Levi had taken the front, and was currently leading the race. Xailah, Nicholas and Della followed closely.

The most wonderful thing happened shortly after the four bursted out of the forest; Captain McCowan let out a mighty howl. Xailah didn't know why, but hearing it made her immensely happy. That was what made broom racing so special. That there. You would never catch a duellist or quidditch player releasing such a sound- a cry of pure jubilation. You would never catch a duellist or a quidditch player being themselves while on the piste or pitch. It was almost sad- no- pathetic. A second roar- this one sounded much quieter due to distance- echoed through the forest behind, shaking the trees. That must have been Hugh. Xailah cracked a thin smile. She wanted to join her pride- roar with them- but she was saving her cry for the finish line.

How very Lestrange. As the boy’s peers and opponents burst forward from the starting point with urgency, the boy’s position unchanged. Stagnating at the starting line in a seemingly cocky display. Leaving his team short handed and swiftly squandering any position of leadership as the team’s eldest player.

Far from his intention, misplaced pride was not the cause for his delay. Icy hues having found the wood line in miffed contemplation. Demons of the past occupying his mind as his disobedient mop fluttered in the wind. A flying dance so close to the forest left Thomas with chilled feet and a heavy head.

Yet the red and green numbers flapping off in the distance eventually roped Thomas’ return to the present. Fingers tightening around his silver arrow in unison with straightened posture. ”Have some ground to make up, Joe.”

Stats: Stam: 8 | Eva: 10 | Str: 7 | Wis: 8 | Arc: 3 | Acc: 10
Abilities: Evasive | Evasive Deux