The Battle of Champions Dormbattle 2022 PV Closed

Doing as strategized.

Dialogue Hex: #143314

As far as the coward himself was aware, Leonard had not any particular portion of his reputation dedicated to courage. He was wholly unsure of what to make of his reputation in the first place, if he had any such thing and wasn’t a spirit deluding himself and others to be existent as he gradually came to terms with his apparent lack of life, but he did know that preventing himself from admitting his faults didn’t make them any less axiomatic. His liver was made of lilies, a part of his supposedly meant to be a 17th-century throne of bravery becoming nothing more than a flimsy cushion in which he would sit for a millisecond before unpromptedly complaining about the dangers of loose threads and coloured fabric. By the time morning came around and he’d slept nothing more than a half-wink, his liver was most definitely made of lilies as he walked about the castle and scanned every textbook he could to build a blueprint of cohesive thought.

The young-but-not-young-enough-to-be-an-excuse-for-failure Slytherin’s emotions were best likened to a bag of trail mix that had been smashed, bashed, and mixed further for a few hundred millennia as he made his way to the Duelling Club. All that reached his ears and stayed there long enough to were the self-concocted comments of his teammates, their voices playing a role Leonard knew they hadn’t really been doing. He objectively knew that she hadn’t made such disgraceful digs at his attire, that he hadn’t secretly put an explosive in Merlin’s feeding area that would go off the second he lost the round, but he most certainly felt like he was going to faint with zero encouragement from whatever arcane tricks the other champions. Quite frankly, he felt more like the living embodiment of a participation award than someone who the label of champion could be applied to whatsoever, but he had to trust that at least a whiff of his intellectualism would be enough to get his given group through the vast majority of the escape room.

“Hi.” It would barely take a glance to glean the stilts his smile awkwardly lifted itself on, all his practised elegance disappearing the moment. It was an embarrassing display of how little he was truly prepared, really, especially in front of none other than a Quidditch player whose sporting career had to rely on avoiding a level of clumsiness that would cause one to be knocked right off their broom. Yet, there were no second first impressions, so he took his time not to charm the nonexistent audience, but to try and jinx the chances of the other two teams Opeila had formed for them. If they magically found his nervousness to be endearing to a degree that compelled them to quit entirely and gave his team the win on a technicality, he wouldn’t be complaining either.

Action: Doing as strategised.

@Cassandra Ironwoods @Leonard Oaksworth @Dan Palmer
May 14^TH | Round 1

Team 1: Cassandra 675/700 HP Stamina | 7 Evasion | 7 4 Strength | 7 Wisdom | 6 3 Arcane Power | 6 3 Accuracy | 10 1 Parselmouth Obnoxiously Strong --- 25 Dmg Bound [1] -4 Acc (Fumos) [2] Can't be targeted

VS.

Team 2: Leonard Stamina | 8 Evasion | 7 Strength | 4 Wisdom | 9 Arcane Power | 7 Accuracy | 10 6 Perfectionist Sixth Sense --- -4 Acc (Fumos) [2]

VS.

Team 3: Dan Stamina | 9 Evasion | 10 Strength | 4 Wisdom | 15 Arcane Power | 6 Accuracy | 10 6 Evasive Maneuvers Keen Eye Lovely Creature Fearless --- -4 Acc (Fumos) [2]

Leonard

Reducio

Attempts to cast Fumos. WDC 8+2 (LC)
Wisdom: [D20:4]+9=13
Duration: [D6:5] -> 2 Rounds
Every Player has -4 Accuracy for the next 2 rounds

Dan

Reducio

Casts Petrificus Totalus at Leonard. WDC 14
Wisdom: [D20:15]+15=30
Accuracy: [D20:1]+10=11 -> Critical Miss, New Target: Cash

New Accuracy: [D20:8]=8
Evasion: [D20:1]+7=8 -> Impaired Hit
Duration: [D3:2] -> 1 Round
Cash take 25 Dmg and is bound for one round.

Once Opeila gave the three Dormbattle Champion the sign to begin- and quickly removed herself from the battlefield- the two boys didn't lose any time to shoot their first spells. Only Cash didn't seem to be sure immediately what they wanted to do, so they didn't join the fight right away. Leonard and Dan also seemed to have different strategies.

Leonard raised his wand and conjured, without any difficulties, a cloud of smoke that engulfed all three Slytherins. For the two third years that was perhaps an improvement as the situation put Dan, the upperclassman, at a disadvantage- he couldn't see through the thick smoke any better than the two of them could. But maybe it was that what ended up being Cash's downfall.

A spell that was meant for Leonard, a Body-Bind Curse, missed the boy by far and instead hit Cash, barely, but it did. The young Slytherin would be knocked over by a spell, but since it was not a very strong one, it would not keep her down for long, surely.
Maybe one thing was good- neither of the three champions were duellists. Two of them were Quidditch Players, perhaps that had sharpened their senses which was surely useful in the cloud of smoke, but none of them had longterm duelling experience.

OOC Note: You are OOC welcome to assist your teams to solve the escape rooms. You are only not IC present, that is all.

Welcome to the third Dormbattle!
You have a special task in this one. As I explained IC already, you are the timers of your teams. This works like a threeway duel, so cast away!
After every modpost you have 120 hours to post, if you miss the deadline that results in a missed chance to cast a spell.
Please owl me your actions every round (name the topic of the owl "Dormbattle Actions", so they all go straight into a folder) and have fun!

Doing as Strategized.

@Cassandra Ironwoods @Leonard Oaksworth @Dan Palmer
May 14^TH | Round 2

Team 1: Cassandra 675/700 HP Stamina | 7 Evasion | 7 4 Strength | 7 Wisdom | 6 3 Arcane Power | 6 3 Accuracy | 10 1 Parselmouth Obnoxiously Strong --- Bound [1] -4 Acc (Fumos) [1]

VS.

Team 2: Leonard 680/800 Stamina | 8 Evasion | 7 Strength | 4 Wisdom | 9 Arcane Power | 7 Accuracy | 10 6 Perfectionist Sixth Sense --- -4 Acc (Fumos) [1] -60 HP (Incendio Duo) [2]

VS.

Team 3: Dan Stamina | 9 Evasion | 10 Strength | 4 Wisdom | 15 Arcane Power | 6 Accuracy | 10 6 Evasive Maneuvers Keen Eye Lovely Creature Fearless --- -4 Acc (Fumos) [1]

Dan

Reducio

Casts Incendio Duo at Leonard. WDC 12
Wisdom: [D20:12]+15=27
Accuracy: [D20:19]+10-4=25
Evasion: [D20:3]+7=10 -> Hit
Duration: [D3:3] -> 2 Rounds
Damage: 60+6x10=120

The smoke was thick and blinding, but if one was experience in relying on other senses, it wasn't that much of a problem. Duellists tended to be taught this lesson quickly- did Quidditch players too?
Despite his obvious annoyance, Dan moved through the smoke, reacting to the inevitable noise his opponents made and eventually cast a spell.

Yes the smoke was irritating, yes, it made it very hard to aim and gave the two third years a place to hide- well, Cash was still on the ground, the body binding spell was only beginning to break now- but it also made it hard for Leonard to evade the fire spell that suddenly lit up his clothes, burning the fabric with ease.

It was a well cast spell, strong and surely long lasting, the flames did not seem likely to go out on their own any time soon. If Leonard wanted to stay hidden, not to mention not to get burned, the third year would possibly have to help it a little. After all, the fire made it quite easy for both of the others to locate him in the smoke.

The smoke seemed to become thinner anyway, only a few moments and the three champions would be facing each other again.

OOC Note: You are OOC welcome to assist your teams to solve the escape rooms. You are only not IC present, that is all.

Welcome to the third Dormbattle!
You have a special task in this one. As I explained IC already, you are the timers of your teams. This works like a threeway duel, so cast away!
After every modpost you have 120 hours to post, if you miss the deadline that results in a missed chance to cast a spell.
Please owl me your actions every round (name the topic of the owl "Dormbattle Actions", so they all go straight into a folder) and have fun!

Doing as strategized

Dialogue Hex: #143314

For every action, there was an opposite and equal reaction. The studious scientist he was, Leonard Oaksworth’s eyes had burned for many a night engraved with the words and etching in its relevant diagrams, but it seemed this particular day (and night, if he was unfortunate enough as he so very, very felt like he was) his eyes would burn for a different, even more unpleasant purpose. At the very, very least had he gained a few concrete examples of the law to present to actual law enforcements the next time they tried adding How to Siege Your Mates to the History of Magic syllabus. Leonard walked into the room with confidence, the duel started far too soon by all of his standards. Leonard conjured up a cloud of smoke, apparently someone took inspiration from that and added their own fiery flair. Leonard had taken a mere moment to relax and appreciate his efforts and take in the environment, effervescent upperclassman and Quidditch Captain supreme Dan Palmer found it an action appropriate–nay, in dire need of an equally dire reaction.

Delicately did he form an eloquent, mature response to the situation at hand. It was important, the Slytherin knew, that his composure was kept intact despite his opponents’ distinct lack of tact. Though heat licked dangerously at his arms, his chest, his precious Galleons put in the form of flowing fabric, and though there was more than the slightest sliver of a chance that it would turn to devouring his chest in its entirety, the snake had formulated a perfectly calm reply. Thus did the time come for every cell in Leonard’s shockingly well adjusted lungs to earn their place in the world, to come up with the greatest comeback of all time and make it clear that the fight was only beginning, that the chapter to his and his team’s victory had yet to cease its first paragraph. "EEEUAUUUUGHHHH!"

Okay, so perhaps his eloquent, mature response featured more than one exclamation point. Perhaps he was gasping for anything and everything that remotely resembled actual air to him at that point after cashing all of it in on a literal dead horse–well, dying horse, but if he didn’t do anything and Dan Palmer did, he was absolutely going to be beat. The hopeful heretic within him prayed his fellow third year wouldn’t follow in Palmer’s path, instead becoming a saviour, and the loquacious logician quashed such hopes with the simple fact that as the smoke thinned Cash’s silhouette didn’t quite seem battle-ready. He’d have to be the warrior of words and wandwork alike, it seemed, and he wasn’t going to EEEUAUUUUGHHHH his way through it. Most of it, anyway.

“Oh, it very much is!” Merlin knew which demon had pulled on his tongue to get that yelled out, but the snark was there nonetheless. It got the idea across, which was more than he could say for the action of EEEUAUUUUGHHHHing again.