Gryffindor v Slytherin Broom Race Jan 2022

Maybe it was the sudden rush of panic that kept the novice racer from finding her steed. Here DeSoto- pstpstpst. Her thoughts echoed; the voice in her head sounded as if it was trying to pinpoint the location of a beloved pet, rather than a lost broom. Her search for DeSoto was fruitless for the moment, her attention deviated from the task. A third shadow floated by.

Expecting it to be Levi she looked up; only to spy a green-clad racer, rather than the familiar combination of red and gold garbs. Her mouth flattened into a thin, disappointed line. Looking to the side, she would see that Levi had not taken to the skies. Had he been injured in his descent to the ground? Perhaps he was suffering from a mild concussion. Why he was not with the rest of their team, wasn't important- he needed to gather his bearings, and quick. The fallen Slytherins had just begun to remount.

Xailah couldn't catch up with her team, not at this rate since she was still groundy, but maybe she could help them- buy the two in the lead a bit more time. Making up her mind, she thrust her wand towards the grey maw of winter. A light was manifested from the tip of her blackened wand. It shimmered, departing from it's wooden pedestal, and rocketed towards the sky. Xailah held her breath, as she watched the glow tunnel after the fleeing Slytherin. When she exhaled, she did so out of dismay. The snake remained mounted, traveling onwards until she looked like nothing more than a flake of emerald against the drab sky. Damn. The Gryffindor's spell slithered off onto the horizon, it's wispy tail dissipating into the wind. She watched it fade like a shooting star. Maybe she should have made a wish before it fully vanished. Now she could only hope that whatever was at the end of the race (besides the finish line) would be merciful to her cubs- and that the Slytherins would never catch up.

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[font=times new roman]It took too long for Wyatt to find his broom, and he knew he looked like an idiot clawing around in the leaves. He found it soon enough, though, and as he was reaching for his Silver Arrow he saw a spell flying his way. He pulled his hand away and fell back on his elbows and the spell fizzled out, not having a target. With an infinitely annoyed expression, Wyatt finally grabbed his broom.

[font=times new roman]Action: As strategiiiiized

[font=times new roman]Interacting: N/A
Mentioning: N/A

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The expletives that flew freely from Nicholas's mouth were equal parts foul and fantastical. He had grown cocky, his attitude surpassing confidence and becoming arrogance in truth, as he and Della had pulled away further and further from the pack. Failing to avoid the vines and becoming trapped in their vicious ensnarement served as a very real wakeup call. The silver-haired first year pressed onward, and he found himself ripping at the plants with angry hands and feet.

Fortunately, breaking free was quick work, and he barely lost a second of time as he pressed on. But he was hardly happy about it, irritation coursed under his breath for a few moments too long, even as he logically knew that there was nothing to stress about. Especially considering that there was so much space between he and the closest Slytherin.

The captain shot a glance over his shoulder, and caught sight of Carrington battling the vines in much the same way he had done. The arrogant smirk that returned split his face in two. Served her right.

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

Levi would blame his sudden stillness on the ghastly intimidation card played from the ace-filled sleeve of one of his own teammates. Way to embrace team spirit, but there was an aura about the cat-like girl that told the brunet she was more one for independent play. Nonetheless, it had cost him, and he’d watched a good amount of the racers pass by. Part of the boy wanted to toss the broom aside and let the race end as it would, what good would it do to get lost in the crowd now so late in the game, but that wasn’t the friendly way to play it. Besides, he might hear a few choice words from Mop for the crime committed regardless, so he might as well start earning his redemptive points now. With that thought to close the inner monologue, the lion launched himself forward again, with no clear goal but rectification in mind.

Action As strategized.

Stats: Sta: 7 | Eva: 8 (9) | Str: 4 (5) | Wis: 6 (7) | Arc Power: 5 | Acc: 6 (8)
Race/Abilities: Metamorphmagus | Charmer
Broom: Nimbus 1700 | +2 acc, +1 eva, +1 wis, +1 str | Top Speed: 6

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----Found it! But Vale was unsure whether or not it was worth the hassle to continue fighting at this rate. She along with Wyatt were sent down. Her head hurts like crazy, and she wasn't sure how well she'd do further ahead in the race. Her current bad luck would just send her down again, and with probably a worse head injury.

But it was fun at least. Her bloodthirst quenched at least for a small while. Despite being the youngest of the broom racers, maybe she'll get a head pat from one of her upperclassmen for trying.

...Maybe later, after her head is better.

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

Surprisingly, Della was able to sneak through the vines—this might be because the vines were preoccupied with catching Nick. But the Gryffindor captain was able to wrestle his way through, catching back up with the first-year racer.

The second-year let out a string of nasty words, but in this context, they sounded joyous and delightful. Della laughed along with him, looking back at all the racers they had left in their wake.

Looking back was a mistake—as a perfect juxtaposition to the Gryffindors' celebration, something was hurtling toward Della. She was able to dodge it. Was it a rock? A log? It must have been a Slytherin projectile—but, oh no, it had a brother. In the shadow of the first, the second hit Della in the back, knocking the wind out of her.

She stayed on her broom, luckily. Another gust of wind picked up her broom and pushed her through the course at breakneck speed. She hadn't yet caught her breath, and now it was like she was trapped on godforsaken tilt-a-whirl.

Against all odds, when the wind slowed down, she was still flying toward the finish. She finally got a breath out, which turned into a wheezy laugh. A little worse for wear, but she could actually see herself crossing the finish line, and that thought propelled her forward.

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

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

As much as she wanted to push on and see the race through to the end, she felt herself straining to hang onto any remaining strength that she could muster. She was frustrated more than anything else, while finishing in a decent position would have been nice, she had at least hoped that she would be crossing the finish line.

Having previously chosen to try and get her teammate ahead of the others, Scarlet now found herself behind many of the other racers, she had to be honest with herself, she wasn’t going to make it. The pain from being target of the flying tree trunk was still very much with her, it had become a constant thing, or maybe she was just becoming numb to it. Not wanting to waste her effort trying to catch up to an impossible goal, Scarlet caught sight of a Gryffindor racer not too far ahead, it took all of her remaining energy but she managed a somewhat decent attempt aiming a projectile at the girl. Scarlet wasn’t in the air long enough to see the result of her throw however, her last few blinks became more drawn out, and after a few seconds she was shrouded in darkness.

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

The race was nearing its end, but the teams as a whole are pretty spread out.

Congrats to the Lions on winning this round! Those tagged below are eligible for +1 stat points.
@Nicholas McCowan
@Hugh Lowe
@Xailah Alptraum
@Della Barfield

Feel free to write an exit post, but the race is officially over.

I would like to also apologize and thank you all for your patience for how long this mod has taken.

Credit to Winnie Harper

Rapturous elation filled every fibre of Nicholas McCowan’s being, the aches, burns and scrapes were discarded as mere irritations of the flesh, for his soul was bursting with fire and joy. He’d won, he’d actually won something. More than that, he’d been one of the two lions to actually cross the finish line first. Not only would his house take home the victory, he had been absolutely pivotal in the earning of such. So it was that he roared. The bestial sound accompanying his way across the final stretch, a declaration of their win.

Perhaps it was custom to take victory lap he did not know, nor did he care, for soon after crossing the line he was descending, almost crashing to the ground in his rush to reach it. Then, feet grounded, he was roaring once more, broom raised above his head, the smile on his face so broad that it hurt almost as much as the bundimum slime did.

“That’s how we god damn do!” Nicholas’s words were raw, the joy almost out of proportion with its cause.

It was only a win in a school event. But to the captain, such victories were so rare that this counted as his one and only. He’d attempted quidditch, had lost, had attempted duelling, had lost, only now, for the first time in his short schooling career, a victory had been eked out, earned through sweat and blood. The sweat and blood of an entire team, a team that had functioned as more than the mere sum of its parts.

Nicholas would waste no time in attempting to pull Della into his celebrations, raising her hand as well if she’d allow it. She’d crossed the finish line as well, the glory was just as much hers. Hell, the whole team had earned their equal parts of the victory. They’d executed the race plan flawlessly. For a few blessed moments, Nicholas was truly happy, truly elated.

The boy gestured broadly to the Gryffindor racing team, before pointing at the crowd, “One down! Two to go!”

Arrogant? Absolutely. Distasteful? Most likely. Yet, Nicholas could not bring himself to care.

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: Winning
Interacting/Mentioning: @Della Barfield, @Levi Drakos, @Hugh Lowe & @Xailah Alptraum