Hexwizard Task 1: Mahoutokoro v Ilvermorny

Sara-senpai had gathered himself enough to rush off, something that Aryaan was keen to follow. No sense in staying still and making him a target, even if no one seemed to be actually attacking him.
WHOOSH
Oop, spoke too soon. Gotta keep moving, before more people realised that yes, the Black king was targetable.
As he moved, the youngest champion realised that he was now almost standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the White King and Champion.

He didn't really know what made him say it, but he found himself talking to the White King, despite having been ignored last time.

"King Thatcher," he began , trying his damnedest to appear as serious as the situation accounted for. For all that he was supposed to be the 'evil' king, he did not much enjoy the suffering his team was going through. "You and yours put up a good fight, but look around you. Half your army lies on the ground, and the other half isn't doing too much better. Yield now. No one from Mahoutokoro here wants to put your friends down, unless you make them with your stubbornness."

A small pause. "Or is the glory so important to you that it is worth your friends getting hurt?"

Action: As strategised
Interacting with @Simon Kincaid as Miles Thatcher

Gloating, Taunting, Doing as strategized.

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ɴᴘᴄ ꜱᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴏʜᴀɴᴀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴀʜᴏᴜᴋᴏᴛᴏʀᴏ

EᑎᑕY :	ᗩᗷIᒪITIEᔕ
	{ ᶠᵉᵃʳˡᵉˢˢ } { ᴸᵒᵛᵉˡʸ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ } { ᵀᵉʳʳⁱᵇˡᵉ ᴾʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ } { ᴱᵛᵃˢⁱᵛᵉ ᴹᵉⁿᵘᵉᵛᵉʳˢ}

Sara was a simple boy. Avoid getting hurt when he can, and avoid fighting when he can. None he can do either at the moment. His main job throughout this traumatising task was to protect Aryaan. A job he had no issue with considering they have been good at getting away from any possible danger that poses a threat. Perhaps it was from his earlier almost-meltdown. Perhaps he was taking his defender role way too seriously. But he regretted nothing when he protected the queen. Between the newly formed bruises on his face, the blood that trickled down his nose, and the massive headache, he took a while tot adjust the unfamiliar sensation of getting hit. Badly hit.

Fortunately for the boy, Shimizu’s handkerchief came to save the day. Sara swiped the object underneath his nose, smearing the fresh blood across his upper lip. His regular angry face laid on his attacker (Iris). Two words. @Katrina Walker

“ It’s. O k”

Followed by a weak thumbs up. (Up to Iris if she wants to hear what he said or guess what he said or see what he was mouthing from his position) Sara was a man of few words most of the time. And in particularly rare times of excruciating pain, he used even less. But his intention was to show that there were no hard feelings. A new mindset he’d wish to implement on himself while this traumatic game continued.

When the round had passed and the results are revealed, Sara let out a sigh of relief seeing Shamsi still fine and dandy. At least he didn’t have to watch anyone else go down. It appeared he seemed well enough to converse with the white king. What wise words he said! Sara almost wanted to give Shamshi a big hug for having courage to say it! It was a brilliant idea to end this madness! It was not a conversation he would butt into, of course. This was a talk between kings or champions in this case. @Hui Ming

He would however give an excited sideway look towards Miles, containing his hopefulness of the white king giving an answer Sara wanted to hear. ‘ “ Oh yes! Brilliant idea! We should settle this over chess! Normal muggle chess that don't involve smashing other people until they fall unconscious on the ground” ‘. Something like that was fine. He was not too picky. @Simon Kincaid

However with looking hopeful, Sara looked the same as any other time when he expressed anything positive:

Being subtle was not his strong suit.

Pls say yes pls say yes pls say yes pls say yes pls say yes



w/c: 431

Action: strategizing

Roleplaying as Akira Shimizu from Mahoutokoro

Japanese ~ English

Reducio

Word Count: 71

Mention: @Mahou team

Date: October 23rd 2022

There was only one clear target for Chiaki, but she didn't know if she should do it. But the pressure was building, and the time seemed to be perfect.

The powerful attack seemed to hit their queen hard. Chiaki stifled a yelp, pushing it down. The room probably had heard enough of her screams. But the queen wasn't down, at least not yet. Only the next round could tell what would happen.

Action: As strategised

Stats:
Sta-9 | Eva-8 | Str-4 | Wis-6 | Arc-7 | Acc-8

Abilities:
- Calming Presence (ALLIES -> all of Mahou Hexwizard team (Aryaan Shamsi, Akira Shimizu, Christopher Runnels, Hadashi Hitoshi, Sara Kohana, Chikao Narumi, Ginyami Midorimori, Hiro Bakugo))
- 's Grace

A s his last act on the board, well, technically, it would be his second to last act on the board, Stephen raised his arms and uttered in a whisper amongst the din of the battle mayhem around him his final Benediction upon his white King. He regretted going out, not for himself, but for his team. He knew Ilvermorny was better than this; they just were not better than this today.

He felt the power rising up within him and surging to his fingertips. Closing his eyes, his only thought in the moment was to fulfill his purpose for being there and he sent all the healing he could muster to Miles. He would not see, nor would he feel, the final blow by the black Queen that would strike him down. It was mercifully quick but it was also brutal to those having to witness it.

Crumpling before his King's feet would be Stephen’s last, sad act on the board.

. . . . . .

Action: Felled by the Black Queen (KO'd)

Stats: Sta 8 || Eva 7 || Str 8 || Wis 8 || Arc 5 || Acc 4

Abilities: Perfectionist || Evasive Maneuvers

The Trunk :



Mentions: @Simon Kincaid as Miles @Dorion Anderson as Rett

Roleplaying as Phylicia Stanwood
Interactions: @Bubba McGarry [Christopher Runnels], @Dan Palmer [Hadashi Hitoshi]

Make that 7 to 4. Phyllis liked those odds even less, surprisingly enough, and it wasn't even the numbers getting to her at this point. It was the crumpled bodies of her teammates. Even a brutal game of Quidditch wasn't usually this bad, and you didn't see the damage this up close. Not to mention, at least in the air it felt like she had control, like with skilled enough flying and formidable enough concentration she could keep her teammates from falling. Here, she was limited by the rules of chess. After this, Phyllis really needed to find a normal-sized chess board exclusively for the catharsis of flipping it. Chess was overrated.

She dodged the powers of religion once more and slashed the Bishop guy with her lance. It didn't feel good, exactly, but it felt like something. A little proof that she meant something to this team, that she was contributing. Of course it would be more helpful if she'd knocked him out...

Now, a pretty fair thing to do with their King rather cut off and the enemy closing around them, clothed in black and many of them looking like they were sharks that had tasted blood, would be to panic. Just a little bit, shaking hands and spiraling thoughts. The odds of joining their teammates to bleed on the floor were not exactly in their favor. But Phyllis was simply built different, and so she decided that instead of feeling vaguely like she wanted to throw up looking at Stephen, she was going to do something productive.

She did not know what, but something. Literally anything else.

So kudos to the small child next to Miles, apparently. Clearly tasting the high of approaching victory, he decided he was going to foray into the world of taunting. A mistake on his part, really. Phyllis could profess to a certain amount of school pride--she was a Quidditch fanatic, after all--but the little jab at their house names had about the same effect as a fruit fly having to get really close to your ear for its buzzing to be heard at all. "No, you're so right, Thunderchickens is a killer name." She sounded genuine, and that was because identifying as a Thunderchicken honestly sounded ideal. "I would say you'd make a great Thunderchicken, too, but most of us have a sense of humor, so that might be a turn-off." She was perhaps feeling just a little big spiteful.

And as for the Black Queen who had compared them to cheap toys he kept breaking? "I think breaking toys just means you lack anger management, dude."

Action: Doing as strategized
Stats: STA: 14 • EVA: 10 • STR: 12 • WIS: 9 • ARC: 5 • ACC: 15
Abilities: Calming Presence • Fearless • Statistically Relevant [+2 Stamina] • Catch • Wandmaker [Snallygaster Heartstring | Dogwood | 33 cm | Quite Flexible]

As Approved iNPC Iris Fields Color: English= BF8080 Norwegian= BF8040

Mentioning: Tagged in post Interacting With: Phyllis (and sort of Sara)

Iris was still trembling at what she’d seen and at some point she must have been hit because she felt weak and aching. Iris gathered what strength she had to right herself better on her horse and took a breath.

Iris looked back to Queen and went to ram into him but managed to veer off course and hit the kid that took the spot she’d wanted. She hit him hard and as she was reeling back she dodged another incoming spell. Iris went to pull back or do something when she saw him give her a thumbs up and mouth ‘it’s okay’.

Iris was suddenly hit with an overwhelming wave of guilt. She looked across the board and saw a number of unconscious bodies and people bleeding or obviously staggering on their feet. What was this? The violence of the game hadn’t been something she’d even really thought about until now and with how she’d shaken up by the vision she’d seen Iris just took it in for the first time.

She didn’t make any motion to move just yet and didn’t notice the black mist from the Queen she missed ooze around her. Iris coughed and swallowed in an attempt to get it out of her throat. It didn’t help.

It was too late to get weak. Iris was determined to last as long as she could.

They were absolutely surrounded. This was terrifying. The other team descending on them like southern grandmothers to him during a holiday party. He watched as Stephen crumbled. As Iris trembled. Even he wasn't in best shape. The effects dropping off and leaving him feeling weak. But he didn't want to be finished. They had to win. They had to. Even if this didn't determine the end game, he didn't want to start off the year with a loss.

Action | Doing As Strategized

Action: Ready for the next round
Stats: Stamina - 9 | Evasion - 9 | Strength - 8 | Wisdom - 7 | ArcPower - 5 | Accuracy - 8
Abilities: Potion Mastery, Evasive Maneuvers, Fearless