Hexwizard Task 1: Beauxbatons v Durmstrang

Mikael's eyes widened as he watched the chess piece move towards him quickly. Stone collided with stone, and he was knocked off his chariot and onto the board. Ringing filled his ears drowning out the noise as he stared at his limp hand in front of his face. He willed himself to move it and yet he found it as heavy as lead. The world was tilted and he could make out the blurry shapes of his teammates.

The world slowly faded the growing darkness edging in to his vision slowly but surely. Spreading like an infection. Fear gripped tightly at his heart as he wondered vaguely if this was the end. Mikael had always been scared of the darkness, and now here he was surrounded by it's great encompassing mass. The worry that he would be lost amongst it gripped tightly at his throat. Mikael blinked slowly as his eyes shut fully. As he slowly slipped away he found himself accepting it. It felt easier to simply stop existing then continuing the ever sludge of day to day life. He had tried so hard... did he not deserve a rest? The sound of lapping waves grew in his ears mixing with the soft buzz as he was taken away from the waking world.

Mikael blinked slowly looking up to see the being bending over to stare down at him. Mikael wanted to move from his position upon the ground. He wanted to greet the being, and yet the words lodged tightly in his throat. It seemed the other side not wish for him to speak.

I̶̧͓͝ ̶̜̳̌c̴̠̹̈ă̴̰̰̈́n̵͙̽̄'̵͈̔ţ̵͉̓ ̴̦̀s̵̺̄ȁ̴̼͠y̷̢͊̕ ̶̨̺͌I̵̲̰̐͐ ̵̛̱͉̓ě̸̪̫x̶̢̢̌p̵͖͇͊e̴̗̓͗c̶͓̾t̴̬̊ͅě̶̢̔ͅd̷̮̥̄́ ̴̰͑̅m̵͔̻̓u̶̝͂ć̴͙ḩ̵͘,̷̫̟̀ ̵̦͘͝b̷̪͇̍͝u̷̩͙͆͘t̵͖̰̆ ̵̣̅͂I̵͖͒̋ ̴̝̳̏́e̶̡̡͌̿x̵̮͈̑̐p̶͇̩̐e̷̬̱͌̍c̷̛̱̗̄ṭ̶͂ḙ̸̽͐d̷̟̐ ̶̼͚̆ǎ̵̩ţ̷͉̽ ̸̲͈̽̾ĺ̶͓̫͋ḙ̵́̉͜á̴̗̼̎s̶̩̠͂t̶͍̝́̕ ̶̯̰̑̈́s̸͚̎o̸͓̮̿m̵̹̩̍̽ē̶͇ṯ̴͐͂h̶͙̙̓ḯ̸͕̜̽ň̴̗͚͛ġ̷͓ (I can't say I expected much, but I expected at least something.)

The being spoke filling him with an icy chill. Mikael gritted his teeth forcing himself to look up at it. He wanted to beg for forgiveness. Promise to be better, to do better. Anything to get the look of disappointment directed away from him. Mikael felt the tears pour from his mouth like a fountain had opened up. Creating a river upon the rock bed that cascaded down into the murky waters only a few feet away. The sound of lapping waves should have reached his ears, and yet he couldn't hear even the slightest movement. Mikael glanced back towards the being and wondered if he was the cause once more.

Mikael swallowed thickly before sitting up finally. His wary eyes remained on the thing only a few feet away. "Where are we?"He asked quietly his tone confused and soft. The being, unblinking, stared down upon him with heavy eyes.

H̶̨̚͝o̸̡̹͝͝ẉ̴̍̂ ̷̖̊̋s̷̥̪̈́̕ḧ̵͍́͠o̷̱̿́ṳ̶́͠l̵̝͕̄͋d̸̢̉̽ ̶̨̩̾I̵̦̒ ̶̩̌̑ͅǩ̴͓̖̆n̴͓͋͜ö̶̘́w̸̠͆.̷͓͆̈ ̴̞͛Y̴̢̮͆o̶̤̕u̶̖̔ ̴͈̹͆̚b̵̹͈̃̄r̴̦̈̊ͅó̶͉̩ǔ̸̺̽g̷̜̓̌h̴̙̄̓ț̵̕ ̵̹̚ũ̶͍̳s̶̥̔ ̸̣̠̀̉h̴͓͂e̶̩̎̒ṟ̵͌ȇ̷̦͠.̵̯̗̓ (How should I know. You brought us here.)

The boy paused at that turning to look at the scene fully. It took him only a second before realizing just where he had brought them. The cliff. Mikael swallowed thickly as a clammy feeling overcame his body. The cliff's edge was only a few feet away from them. The hungry maw in front of them wishing to claim more of their bloodline. Mikael shook his head slightly looking back towards the being with fearful eyes. "I don't want to be here. Please take me away." He begged quickly.

T̴̖̦͑͒h̶̯͗ī̶̼s̴̟̉̏ ̷͌͜͠i̴̛̬͑š̵̜ ̵̱̋̄t̴͓͖̏̅h̴̺̺̃͘è̴̹͖ ̶͉̄̿ẹ̵͠n̶̩̈́d̴̢̪̔̈.̷̳́͊ͅ ̴̨̊̓ͅṮ̵́ḩ̴̭̎̃e̸͚͓͐̀r̴̻͔͋e̵̫̽̚ ̵̹̟̽i̵̱͛͘s̴̙̜̔́ ̵̞̟̀n̴͖͌̒ơ̴̼t̶̤͋͠h̵͈͒ͅi̸͙͋͘n̴̜̎͊g̶͖̥̉͝ ̸̠̅͒t̴͇̦͆̿o̸̖͐̊ ̴̛̬́ẗ̷̲́̄a̵̺̥̔̔ḳ̵͍̇è̸̱̞͝ ̶͙͌̄y̴̨̕o̶͈͛̔͜ú̷̝̼̅ ̴̢̩̈t̷̖̒ò̷͙͝o̶̟̘͂ ̵̣̌͝M̴̜̩̎i̶̛̯k̶̡̞͊̓e̷͍̾̎l̵͖̗̉.̴̦͠ ̷̭͌̕ͅ.̵̯̗̓ (This is the end. There is nothing to take you too Mikel.)

The being paused slightly at his words before moving towards the cliff edge. Mikel wouldn't say that the being walked there. It was more like the being had suddenly appeared by the edge, and now he was staring down at the water below. His brows furrowed as he slowly stood up on shaky legs. Making his way towards the other like a newborn fawn. Mikel stumbled forward barely stopping himself from stumbling over the side of cliff.

The boy blinked slowly as he tried to process what he was exactly staring at. His mother lay upon the rocks wearing her favorite red dress. Wait no that wasn't right. It was blue... Wasn't it? Staring up at him with nothingness in her eyes a sick feeling pulled at his gut and throat. Mikel felt his eyes widen in horror as he tried to articulate his thoughts to the being. If it noticed it did not seem to pay it no mind. "Mamsen?" He whispered softly uncertainty pulling at his features.

'Lille skilpadde~' (Little Turtle)

Mikael stumbled backwards gripping at his eyes as he tried to break away from the feelings that tore at his heart. His brows furrowed tightly as he tried to discern reality from dream. The boy manueved himself closer to the cliff to look down upon his mother's prone form. Staring up at him with a grin upon her face.

'Lille skilpadde, du sviker oss alla. Dina venner din familie. Du var inte stark nog och nu är du här med mig. (Little Turtle, you failed us all. Your friends your family. You weren't strong enough and now you're here with me.)

Mikel wished he could open his mouth to speak but he found himself unable to move from his crouched position looking over the cliff edge.

'Stakkars Mikel, alene igjen' (Poor Mikel, left alone again.)

'Stakkars Mikel, tror du de kommer til å savne deg?' (Poor Mikel, do you think they'll miss you?)

Tears slipped down his throat as he tried to move, but found himself unable to move. His gaze tipped forward as fell downward towards the rocks.

'Stakkars Mikel, kom ned hit og hvil med meg' (Poor Mikel, come down here and rest with me)

Jeg lover at jeg ikke vil forlate deg' (I promise I won't leave you)

As he hit the bottom everything went dark. Unable to see his mother except the deep rattling sound of her breaths. The word liar danced across the forefront of his mind before everything went blank.

Hexcode= #967bb6

Interacting with: Beauxbatons and Durmstrang

The battle was growing more tense and precarious by the moment. In the now, it seemed like both sides were going to start losing people soon and as the first of them fell, Misha she gathered from context, a rush of vigor climbed up her back and into her arms. The book didn't feel so heavy now. [French]"Fight back!" Roberta urged her allies [French]"Give them hell for each inch of ground!"

Her target however, Valentin the King in white, would move before she could get a good shot lined up. How disappointing! She thought it might be nice of her to give them all a reminder of what to look out for, in case calling out her shots would put them on edge. [English]"Hold still so I can kill blast one of you!" How is it they keep dodging!? They were supposed to be feeling the pain of her invocations and remembering her name! Gaaaaah!

Action: Doing as strategized

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STATS | sta: 10 | eva: 15 | str: 1 | wis: 10 | ap: 7 | acc: 10

ABILITIES |
-Evasive Maneuvers I & II- Harder to hit on average, 10% on auto-dodge chance that anything that targets this wizard automatically misses. This is rolled separate from the attack roll.

This ability can be acquired up to 2 times. When acquired twice, this stacks so when acquired a second time this becomes a 20% chance.

-Lovely Creature- You are very distracting to look at. This increases the Control DC of spells in duels and adventures by +2 as well as the DC for finding things in adventures or the DC for finding the snitch in a game of Quidditch. This ability does not stack.

-Fearless- Fear effects such as a dhampir's aura, the ability terrible presence, a lycanthrope's intimidation or certain charms, potions and jinxes that would normally cause a fear effect do not work on you as you are immune to them.

@Thank you Everyone!

Trying to hide behind Amaury as Durmstrang attacked felt like a safe choice for Cassanora. He was taller and broader than her, he was a powerful piece on the board... But tall trees catch a lot of wind. As she watched one of Durmstrang's students fall to the ground, she failed to notice something far more dangerous happening to her. With a flash, she would feel an intense bite of pain striking her body. Hissing back at the other student, Cass felt more stupid than hurt. Her mind was too distracted with all the different shifts upon the board. There were no words from her this time. Too much pain she was feverishly trying to hide away. Her eyes would wander over to Roberta, who was angrily cursing at her own aim and pushing the team to fight to the last student standing.

𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙵𝙸𝚃: Reducio

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▪ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 ▪ ▪ FELIX ▪ KOLBECK ▪ ▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ FOURTH YEAR ▪

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𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: Reducio @Flash Holmwood as Yef @Phaedra Stavrou as Lys

It was all fun and games until someone lost a team mate. It was unfortunate that Durmstrang would suffer the first casualty. Felix could only stare in a mixture of surprise and horror as Mik fell to the floor. He had seen many of his dueling team mates get taken down, but somehow this was... Different. Darker, almost torturous. "What the fuck..." Whoever had built this board was sadistic. There was something deeply wrong about this-- but Felix couldn't focus on the issue when his team mates were yelling for their fallen comrade.

He had never seen Yefim upset, not that he could remember. It was distressing, a bit heart wrenching. "Don't lose your head, Yef. Mik wouldn't want it that way." He reminded the champion. Yes Felix was a huge hypocrite.

He was also angry. Not his usual anger either, a type of simmering anger that caused him to fall silent. He raised the ridiculous looking specter and aimed it towards their opponent's Queen. This time, he would not miss. By some miracle he would also hit Beauxbaton's champion. Good. Let them suffer. He wasn't going down without making them pay.

They would try to attack him, but another miracle happened and both he and Val were able to dodge the attacks. In the meantime Lys was saving his ass. "Thanks for the shield, pretty boy."

Action: As strategized.

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Bolded Text: French | Regular Text: English | Color: #BF4040

Finally. Finally Florian was going on the offensive, and he was beyond excited to show off. He readied his shield for an attack against, well, anyone, but the one person that had been in range quickly left, hoping to protect their king.

"Damn it..." he muttered under his breath, but it wasn't over quite yet. He was again the target of Yefim's attack, but this time Florian avoided it. He breathed a sigh of relief, thankful to not go through that hellscape of pain again, as who knew if he would be able to stand it.

When one of the Durmstrang players crumpled to the ground, Florian couldn't help but cackle a bit. This was the Beauxbaton team he knew, they would be the winners.

wonderful banner made by Sylvain Wyllt!

Cassie attempted to whack one of the Durmstrang rooks. What was his name? Lizzie? Lice? Whatever his name was, he dodged her attack. Not the outcome Cassie would have liked. Maxi managed to hit him with Eagle Eye though, which was something. Next, Cassie looked to move, but her way was blocked so she stayed where she was.

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Stamina | 10
Evasion | 11
Strength | 10
Wisdom | 7
Arcane Power | 4
Accuracy | 11

Sixth sense
Fearless
Muggle condition
Impartial

Allies are all Beauxbatons teammates

rping as cielle johansen.

Cielle had missed her target; however, she didn't have much time to get upset about it because something else caught her attention. Across the board, Mik had fallen. A burning, sick feeling rose in the back of her throat, and something in her wanted to scream with frustration and anger for her teammate, but for some reason she was unable to speak. Cielle would find her voice again when Yefim started yelling at the opposition to target him instead. What a bloody idiot. His loyalty was very admirable, and it was something that she could relate to, but getting himself killed as a result of it was definitely not... ideal, to say the least. [IN RUSSIAN] "For fuck's sake, Yefim, don't give them any ideas! As if that would help Mik." Her words came out harsher than she'd intended, but she would hold her gaze from where she sat on her horse (although she was definitely trying to avoid looking directly at Mik). They needed to stay levelheaded if they wanted to win.

Action: as strategized
Paragon of health allies: Yefim and Mikael
Lovely creature opponents: Beauxbatons team

sta 11 | str 15 | eva 9 | wis 3 | arc 3 | acc 12
lovely creature, statistically relevant (eva), fearless, paragon of health

interacting with @Aurelia Notresvace mentioning Lysander

As Maximilien "Maxi" de Fostoncy [x] English · #586d9d | French · #056b68

And finally, he did it. The scary-looking guy, namely Monsieur Stavrou, was hit by him right in the face. Ever moving? Ever evading? Huh, Maxi had just ended the legend. His dark grey eyes beamed with delight, something that made him feel better after seeing the Durmstrangs grappling with his teammates again.

And then he heard his name called from the stands. It was vague indeed, but people were usually more sensitive to their own names than any other words in the world. That voice sounded like…Aurelia. She was still calling out something more, in French. He squinted. Different…boyfriend…hexed…handsome…me. Different boyfriend hexed handsome me. What a sentence. The distance and the applause was sure making him confused. “Different boyfriend?” He grumbled under his breath. “Man, I didn’t even know that you’ve got a boyfriend who hexed you, Auri. How awful. Though it sounds like he’s already a second one?” Surely Aurelia wouldn’t hear his murmurs. But, seriously, what’s her purpose of calling this out to him…? That…didn’t make sense, right? “I mean, If he does exist then he must be awful.” He added to himself, this time far more accurate. Surely he wasn’t too good a listener. Maybe she meant some other’s boyfriend. Maybe that word wasn’t even “boyfriend.” Whatever.

Still Maxi half-turned to the audience and waved in Aurelia’s direction. Oh, and a smile that indicated the sentence I am fully aware of it. Though was he really? Obviously, no. Deciding to find the girl and inquire about it later on (if Aurelia’s hurt in this relationship then he’d certainly be willing to be her knight), Maxi made himself focus on the game again.

STATS. stamina 7 · evasion 11 · wisdom 13 · strength 3 · arcane power 7 · accuracy 11
ABILITIES. Lovely Creature, Perfectionist I+II, Spell Spread
ACTION. as strategised

Beautiful banner by syl | -stats have been updated since, if you're looking for them, check Dré's trunk
Roleplaying as André Alarie from Beauxbatons - peek at his ency here!
Language | French | English in italics | Russian is Underlined

André has been learning phrases from the languages of participating schools in the hexwizard tournament done for the specific intent of talking smack(trash talk). Even poor Maxi wasn't let in on his plan because André was aware he wouldn't get away with it otherwise

Another round, more meticulously thought out moves. Andre could do this. He was capable, though he was left unsure about everyone else, at least he knew he could count on himself. It was possibly quite true he was more capable than any of the opposing team combined, though of course he wouldn't voice that aloud. His opinion would no doubt cause a stir.

Interacting with: - N/A Mentioning: Greta and Cielle

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RPing as iNPC Milo Durand Date: 23/10/22

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Milo only just caught out of the side of his eye the 2 attempts to take him out that he narrowly evaded, he smirked back at them. He didn't think his forte here would be speeding around the board, but knowing the movement of Rooks, he supposed it would only make sense. Although this board wasn't quite big enough for Milo's Quidditch instincts.

Stamina - 13 Evasion - 12 Strength - 13 Wisdom - 6 ArcPower - 9 Accuracy - 13

Actions: As Planned

Fearless Charmer Comprehend Languages: Veela Lovely Creature Broken Broomshaft Rebound