Race for Glory PV | Race Finished

@Raizel Voltrouz, @Alyssea Brown, @Xailah Alptraum, @Aurora Ranvier, @Colin McCoire, @Piérre Marchonné

Astra's Speech Thoughts Other's Speech = Their Hex

Astra answered Xailah with a small nod and quiet "Yes", laser focused on Rai. So focused, in fact, that she almost missed the start. She wasn't quite sure how that was possible, but she hesitated as the race began.

During this hesitation, the viper suddenly found herself shooting skyward. She recognized Xailah's voice encanting a spell she'd yet to learn. Astra hovered in the sky, a little stunned, a bird's eye view over everything.

Everyone zoomed forward. Astra's cerulean eyes zeroed in on Colin, the only "pro" racer on the other team. She said the first spell that came to mind, whipping her wand out with a flourish.

"Mucus ad Nauseam!" Her trusty not so little wand was true, and so was her aim, and the spell hit Colin squarely. A wonderful success!

Now, of course Astra had flown before. There was an entire class dedicated to flying. She was actually rather good with a broom. But she was frozen here above the track, overloaded with information and a little giddy from the adrenaline. She saw Piérre race ahead, far ahead of everyone but Xailah, who was about two units behind. The folk in unit two weren't doing so good. Obviously Colin was becoming a runny nosed mess as she observed, but Alyssa had somehow managed to blindfold herself! It was looking good for the Slytherin's team.

... until Aurora got blatched off her broom! I thought that was a Quidditch move! The redhead had certainly never seen it anywhere but. Then again, she had only ever seen one broom race. She could only hope Aurora would get back on soon as she prepared for her next move in this already rather exciting race.

action: whatever the team wants
stats: sta • 6 7 | eva • 5 6 | str • 5 | wis • 6 | arc • 6 | acc • 7 9
broom: Comet 180 (+2 accuracy, +1 evasion, +1 stamina added above; top speed 5)
abilities: Prodigal Charms Learner

ooc: n/a

The race started with an explosion of action! Colin was a good boy and he knew exactly what he had to do first! As he zoomed away from the starting line, he caught the older girl in his peripheral vision. It was key to line up with her trajectory and and get their relative velocities sorted out. He knew there was some maths involved, but out here on his broom, careening through the air at nearly sixty miles an hour was no time for carefully constructed diagrammes or mathematical functions! You just ---

"Mucus ad nauseam!"

Colin's sharp ears picked up the sound. Twas a familiar voice. One of his friends! Normally, he'd be smirking if he heard Ginger Snaps cast that at, oh, say Avery Leveret! The magic washed over him! It felt slightly warm and --- wet --- in the brisk air.

"ESHCHOO!!" Colin sneezed. "Aww, craporific!" he said as his nose began to feel full and tingly. He flown pell mell into Astra's well cast mucus hex! Warm salty snot dribbled down his lip and across his face. He tried to blow some of it out, but that only caused the dribble to turn into a flow! "Thanks Snaps," he muttered. This was going to be a fun race indeed he thought, as he wiped gobs of the sticky, mucusy gunk on his racing robes.

He tried to blow again, and managed only to snort a glob of the stuff up onto his racing goggles! "Bloody hell!" Well, there was nothing for it now! There was no time to waste on snot management techniques or pure blood etiquette on the finer points of mucoid removal! Nope! His target was in sight and his speed increased! Colin hunkered down slightly, presenting a relatively solid projectile towards his taret.

Aurora Ranvier!

BAMFF!!

Colin smashed into the fourth year flyer, knocking her clean off her broom! Colin smirked. Snot dribbled onto his teeth. As he watched Aurora fall towards the ground, he wondered if she got any of his snot too! Hah! No time to wonder! Colin straightened his flight post impact and zipped along to the next challenge!

BROOM: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats, speed 5) Sweeeet!	ABILITIES: Werewolf Skills 1 | Evasive Maneuvers | Werewolf Skills 2
STATS: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 4 Wisdom: 9 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 9	ACTIONS: Wishing he'd brought a handkerchief & actions as strategised & watching for Clair in the stands!!

Her hair is brunette (she's lazy to colour it this morning)

Mentioning @Alyssea Brown

Interacting with @Colin McCoire

Yeah.. no..

She was getting old. It was definitely her cracking bones making sounds a geriatric orchestra at 14, she wasn’t in her prime anymore. Definitely that and not her underestimating her opponents. One round was all it took for her to find herself ejected from her broom. This never happened before. Not in her racing career but there will always be a first time for everything. Forget broom racing, she’d be better fit for bingo games at the retirement house, not that she’d win anyway.

That white haired menace. Normally, she'd swoon over any white haired boys like she once did with Pericles. Bless him whatever he’s doing right now, may his hair shimmer like moonlight on a tranquil lake. Not this time though. Of course he’s not Pericles. Face like mcdonald’s soggy unsalted cold fries but worse. No charm, no enchanting aura, only 100% pure poop emoji in human form. At least give her a couple of rounds before yeeting her from her own broom, that was all she asked. Aurora didn’t even realise when the hufflepuff co captain failed casting obscuro at her because she was too caught up in her crisis.

In a fit of rage and frustration, she shouted “I HOPE YOU CONSTIPATE UNTIL YOU GRADUATE!”

Sta - 6 | Eva - 15 | Str - 5 Wis - 8 | Arc - 4 | Acc - 15 Terrible Presence Evasive Maneuvers ● Components ● Muggle Condition Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)

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Outfit Reducio idk

⬩Cat's Grace |☆| Blindvision⬩
Metamorphmagus

@Aurora Ranvier and @Astra Norrick

"Perhaps you will join your badgers in the sky one day?" Xailah outwardly pondered, at Alyssea's confirmation. Until then- if joining was even a possibility- she hoped the girl enjoyed her time as co-captain. Broom racing was truly something to behold, and an activity to try at least once. Astra's eventual (yet very distant) answer was met with a light chortle. The organizer of this little event appeared to be holding her attention well.

Then arrived Aurora Ranvier. Aurora's boundless enthusiasm resulted in a sharp jolt from Xailah. Miss Ranvier was a curious little creature- always had been from the very beginning. She was charming in her own eclectically modern way, even if that way was inhumanly loud. "Hallo miss Ranvier! I hope the day finds you well." The lioness chirped. While she could not match the pitch of Aurora's excitement, she was still thrilled to be on the same team of such a vibrant and talented peer. Really, the girl was a welcome breath of fresh air when it came to the realm of socializing and companionship; even if they weren't overly familiar with each other.

It was second nature, that take-off from the starting line; there was no hesitation to slip on glove. Raizel's official declaration flipped a switch; it ignited Xailah, like a spark in a powder keg. Racer Brain kicked in. Her wand slipped out of it's holster; chestnut entwining itself between thin fingers. Serpentine magic coursed across it's length, beckoning to be slung. Astra, the youngest of the ragtag team of three, would find herself at the pointed end of her elder's wand; the intention made clear: she was the target.

What took place was not an act of betrayal, but a preventative measure- a means of preservation: a concept Xailah knew more than just a little about. Astrea was sent up, up, up, until she became nothing more than a crimson and emerald snowflake, against the grey sky. "Bon voyage! We shall see you in a few beats of an owl's wing!"

Aurora would not be as fortunate as the littlest teammate; quickly finding herself on the receiving end of a collision. It wasn't the most ideal outcome, but it wasn't the end of the world. Or the race for that matter. "You are not out of this yet, Ranvier." Xailah said, swooping past the girl. "On your feet so you can show them how a race is really done." Words of encouragement could only do so much in the instance of a broom upset; especially so early on. That said, Aurora seemed to be handling things just fine... aside from the curse she placed upon her perpetrator. But it seemed like for now, Xailah would have to continue forward on her lonesome.

Delta

Model: Starsweeper XXI Effects: +3 to all stats. Auto-dodge attacks every three rounds. Speed: 6 ────────────────────────────────────────── Stam- 15 Eva- 20 Str- 5 Wis- 19 Arc- 7 Acc- 19

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❂《 ⌜ December 16, 2023 ▎ 11:00 ⌟

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Compared to the fiery start, the racers seem to have embraced peacefulness. No spells were fired, everything was still with almost all of them so focus on the track, not wanting to fall victim to whatever they will come across. Alyssea had took this time to completely remove the blindfold that she had put on herself and Aurora was busy getting back up on her broom while shouting what seems to be a curse towards the Slytherin that knocked her off. In a way, that made Raizel snicker as her gaze fell on those approaching the perils up ahead.

UNIT 2 - MODERATE BRIGHT LIGHT | STA DC 15

Team 2
Aurora is back on her broom, ends here

UNIT 4 - EASY TREES (3) | ACC DC 13

Team Idinnae
ALYSSEA BROWN
Eva Man procs at 10 [3d10 : 2,3,1] | Nope
Alyssea Acc [3d20 : 2,13,13] + 8 = 10, 21, 21 | Fail, Success, Success
Alyssea takes 4*5 = 20 collision dmg
860-20 = 840/900
Alyseea Ends here
COLIN MCCOIRE
Eva Man, Procs at 10 [3d10 : 9,2,4] | Nope
Colin Acc [3d20 : 3,6,11] + 8 = 11, 14, 19 | Fail, Success, Success
Colin takes 5*5 = 25 Collision Dmg
960-25 = 935/1000

Team 2
XAILAH ALPTRAUM
Auto-miss, procs at 10 [3d10 : 9,6,10] 1 procs
Xailah Acc [2d20 : 14,2] + 14 = 28, 16 | Success, Success, Auto miss
Xailah takes 6*5 = 30 collision dmg
1500-30 = 1470/1500

What was before three of the racers were the towering trees that Pierre Marchonne had successfully passed without any hitch. They weren’t as lucky though. Perhaps Alyssea’s vision was still recovering from her previous blindfold, finding herself colliding with one of the trees. The same could be said for Colin but maybe in his case, it was the sickening feeling from the Curse of Bogeys that Astra had gifted him. While Raizel wasn’t expecting for Xailah to crash into any of the trees, with the speed she was going, it’s gotta be a challenge maneuvering through those. Despite that, they are all looking so well.

UNIT 5

Team 2
Astra ends here

If there is anyone that’s breezing through these, it’ll be Astra who is way up in the air thanks to Xailah’s spell. There was no need to maneuver through anything.

UNIT 7 - LIGHT FOG | ACC DC 17

Team Idinnae
COLIN MCCOIRE
Colin Acc [d20 : 2] + 8 = 10 | Fail
Duration [d3 : 3] = 3 | 3 rounds
Colin's Eva and Acc are halved for 3 rounds
Colin ends here
PIÉRRE MARCHONNÉ
Piérre Acc [d20: 14] + 15 = 29 | Success

Team 2
XAILAH ALPTRAUM
Xailah breezes through due to blindvision

There was still more for these racers to pass through and one of those is this fog. Surprisingly enough, Xailah went through so easily like it was just a simple walk in a park, Pierre went through without any problem as well, but poor Colin sure is having a hard time. What more tricks do these older students have? The curiosity is sparking Raizel’s curiosity, something that she hasn’t felt before. Perhaps this was the break that she greatly needs to feel alive again.

UNIT 8 - MODERATE THORNS | ACC DC 18

Team Idinnae
PIÉRRE MARCHONNÉ
Piérre Acc [d20 : 10] + 15 = 25 | Success

Team 2
XAILAH ALPTRAUM
Auto-miss, procs at 10 [d10 : 9] 9 | No proc
Xailah Acc [d20 : 17] + 14 = 31 | Success

Those thorns sure are bringing in bad memories for the second year that’s watching over and in a way, she was hoping that none of these racers would suffer the same fate as her. Good thing that both Pierre and Xailah are skilled enough to avoid the thorns ever so gracefully despite going so fast. Their skills sure are showing.

UNIT 9

Xailah ends here

UNIT 10

Piérre ends here

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⌜ Race for Glory ⌟ | ⌜ WC: 378/200 ⌟
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OOC Information

- You have 168 hours (7 days) from the time of this post to make your own reply and send your actions to me via owls. Since days can get busy though, I can extend it if not a lot of folks have time to post before deadline.
- Please have a look at the broom racing system if you haven't. Just a reminder, this is my first time modding a broom race so please feel free to backseat the rolling that will be done in bot-spam channel in Discord if you are in there. Don't be afraid of pointing out any mistakes. I promise, I don't bite.
- As this is an unofficial race, minimum word count of 200 words is expected and site rules applies. It is up to you on how you guys will communicate with your teammates.
- Place your broom, abilities, and stats in each of your replies for ease of moderation
- And finally, have fun! Blatch each other, throw rocks, shoot spells! Heck, embrace the broom racing violence for glory.

Submitted Plays

Team Idinnae

Reducio

Piérre: fly 5
Colin: fly 5
Alyssea: fly 4, remove blindfold

Team 2

Reducio

Astra: Fly 5.
Xail: Fly 6.
Aurora: Remount.

Round 1 Summary

Alyssea Brown is in unit 4, blindfold removed
Colin McCoire is in unit 7, 5% Auto-hit on this target for the duration of the race (Mucus Ad Nauseam) | Acc and Eva halved for 3 rounds (fog)
Piérre Marchonné is in unit 10
Xailah Alptraum is in unit 9
Astra Norrick is in unit 5, above the track for 5 more units (Alarte Acendare)
Aurora Ranvier is in unit 2, back on broom

OOC Note: Sorry for the delays, had a busy week settling papers for work.

banner made by the amazing piérre marchonné

She didn't get a chance to tell Xailah that, yes, she was definitely going to try for the racing team officially after graduation from second year. After the first stage, she would've done the shift but she promised one of her captains she would stay longer, so that was that. Alyssea would be a Blazing Badger for just a few months longer. Did the Hufflepuff racing team have a name? Besides, it was a good time to build up skills and experience in sports that would, hopefully, give her an edge in racing once she started.

Once the blindfold was off, Alyssea wasted no time zipping through the course, albeit with a few scratches and bumps from hitting a tree. This time, she bit her lip and stopped herself from screaming. No more time for weakness; it was time to focus and make some distance.

Alyssea slowed down slightly to fully examine everyone's placement along the course. Her teammates, Colin and Piérre, were up ahead with Xailah sandwiched between them. She grinned; she liked that placement. Meanwhile, Astra was above the track and close to Colin, but Alyssea only gave her a quick glance. She was happy to have Aurora behind her rather than with or in front of her; it would be hard to catch up otherwise.

action: praying to tatsu whatever the team wants!
sta: 6 (9) | eva: 7 (10) | str: 6 (9) | wis: 8 (11) | arc: 6 (9) | acc: 8 (11)
broom: silver arrow (+3 to all stats, added above for ease; top speed 5)
abilities: prodigal transfiguration learner, evasive maneuvers

@Colin McCoire, @Alyssea Brown & @Raizel Voltrouz

House Colours: Slytherin

Calming Presence in Effect;
Colin McCoire, Alyssea Brown, & Raizel Voltrouz Affected

Faster. He had to go faster. He knew that compared to some of the other brooms on the market the Moontrimmer was rather 'slow', but he had to keep pushing more and more. If he stopped, if he slowed down for even a second, Piérre was sure that he would be overtaken and forced to relinquish his current first place position. He couldn't allow that to happen, not right now at such a crucial moment in the race.

Fog wrapped lightly around him after a final moment of peace in the clear meadow, but Piérre simply had to trust that he was going the right way, tipping his broom nose slightly up in order to cut through the mists and clear patchwork sights of the course ahead. Green eyes flicked back and forth keenly. Though he was not adept at seeing in the dark as some people, he had a good memory for images and passive muscle memory. By patching together these sights bit by bit, it was only a matter of moments before he finally cut through and made it to the next part of the obstacle course...

Directly into a patch of briar and clinging thorns. Sucking air through his teeth suddenly as the boy tucked into the broom to give himself a smaller profile, Piérre spun once again and spiraled into the smallest gaps that he could find. He was small, a benefit of his seemingly delayed final growth, and with relative ease threaded the gap with nothing left behind on even the most zealous of the razor blades.

Another patch of peace came up before him, but as he glanced behind him for a moment, he wasn't really surprised to see Xailah right on his tail and sporting the sleek broom that she rode. She was an experienced racer, and that broom was... decidedly of a better quality for broom racing than Piérre's small Moontrimmer Luciana that was by now four years old minimum. Still, he tossed a grin back at her. "Well?! I guess it's a 'catch me if you can' now, huh?" He said cheekily before turning ahead again.

Doing as Strategized

Statistics: Stamina 7 | Strength 5 (8) | Evasion 18 | Wisdom 12 | Accuracy 16 (19) | ArcPower 5

Abilities:
Keen Eye | Calming Presence | Beast Master [Cat] | 's Grace | Animagus [Hummingbird]

Broom: Moontrimmer
+3 to Two Stats (Added Above) | 10% Auto-Dodge

@Raizel Voltrouz, @Alyssea Brown, @Xailah Alptraum, @Aurora Ranvier, @Colin McCoire, @Piérre Marchonné

Astra's Speech Thoughts Other's Speech = Their Hex

The Slytherin tucked her body close to the broomstick as soon as her wits were gathered and soared. The biting wind so high up nipped at her nose and cheeks and caught her waves of crimson hair and whipped them about like a dangling cat toy. Astra's mind was, for a split second, brought to Hermes, specifically when he first met Colin and Greebo. Who would have guessed the cats and their masters would form such friendship?

Another gust reined in her straying mind to the sensations at hand.

Is this what a hawk feels? When it dives for the kill? Adrenaline pumped through her veins. Such an intense sensation it was, pushing the broom to it's limit for the win. Flying above everything and everyone.

She flew over Aurora, who was getting back on her broom. A nearly cat-like grin graced the rosy features of the first year. "Good on you," she murmured.

Then over Alyssea, who had at this point removed her blindfold. Astra was happy to see her cousin doing well, even if they were on opposite sides.

She didn't know where Piérre had gone, nor Xailah, but as she flew, keeping a keen eye on the track and racers below, she spotted Colin flying into a fog. Astra hoped she wouldn't have to fly through that. It was already sort of hard to see with the snow and all.

action: whatever the team wants
stats: sta • 6 7 | eva • 5 6 | str • 5 | wis • 6 | arc • 6 | acc • 7 9
broom: Comet 180 (+2 accuracy, +1 evasion, +1 stamina added above; top speed 5)
abilities: Prodigal Charms Learner

ooc: n/a

⬩Cat's Grace |☆| Blindvision⬩
Metamorphmagus

There was a certain thrill to be found, in maneuvering through fog. Perhaps it was the uncertainty of it all- not knowing what could be surrounding oneself while moving through the opaque veil. Or maybe it was because, in concept, it was the partial fulfillment of a childish dream; touching clouds- piercing them, like a bullet through sheetrock. Fog was the closest thing many would get to clouds; if they did not have wings, or a broom, or a imagination which allowed them to reach such heights.

Fog had always been Xailah's favorite obstacle to go through. She reveled in the seclusion of it. Winter fog was especially fun; it was opalescent then, more like snowy smoke. Light as a feather to the touch, but dense as concrete in viewing. The harder to see through, the better. The fog she was to pierce wasn't nearly as heavy as some others she had encountered, but she'd bask in it's cloaked glory all the same. Stretching out her arms, she released hold of her broom momentarily. Her eyes fell shut in absolute serenity. And then she breathed- inhaling that frosty, crystalline winter air, like it was the only thing keeping her alive in that fleeting second.

She'd only open her eyes again, when she heard Piérre's voice.

Exhale.

Slowly, those twin harvest-moons would flutter open, only to be met with the sight of the lad's signature impish smile: crooked, deceptively charming, and elfin. She lowered her arms, sliding her hands back onto their designated spots on her broom. "Ah, but you are mistaken, Marchonné. You are not what I need to catch." She grinned back, sharp and Cheshire-like, but just as playful. She swerved here and there, indeed searching for something (to catch, yes, if their light banter notioned to any truth): pockets of wind, and a lack thereof. She was carefully sampling each gust that hit her, testing their strength before tucking out of the way and finding the next. There was a science to racing, it wasn't all about just going fast; Xailah would utilize this aforementioned science by slipping behind Piérre, sliding through the smooth trails he left behind.

In racecar terms, she was drafting.

Her fellow lion's broom would catch her attention. It was bound to, eventually. It was nice to see him still use it, even if he wasn't a quidditch player anymore. The metamorph would call to puckish boy, curious. "How is your old girl holding up? I do not believe I have seen her, since your time on the pitch." Autumn, if memory served. Autumn three years ago. Luciana had made an appearance at a masquerade that had gone awry. But the specifics weren't something either cub needed to recall. Not while they were approaching the peak of this race, and their thoughts were unburdened.

Delta

Model: Starsweeper XXI Effects: +3 to all stats. Auto-dodge attacks every three rounds. Speed: 6 ────────────────────────────────────────── Stam- 15 Eva- 20 Str- 5 Wis- 19 Arc- 7 Acc- 19

Her hair is brunette (she's lazy to colour it this morning)

Mentioning none

Interacting with none

Wouldn’t it be nice to just lay on the ground near the great lake with none other than her lovely meatball head? What a shame his majestic mane was gone to the drain leaving his head barren as the saharan desert. But she couldn’t do that because she was stuck in this broom race. To add more insult to her injuries, the amateurs seemed to beat her so casually like it was a walk in the park, turning what supposed to be a fun game into a series of frustration. Though perhaps no one thought she was an embarrassment, the fact that she once held the title of the ravenclaw broom racing captain and she is currently in the official race team was just humiliating.


She sighed and chanted under her breath in order to get everything together, “calm down.. Calmmmm downnn…” Just like she learned all those years, she didn’t even think she’d survive second year and there she is now, in her fourth year, still thriving and being an icon for herself. Wherever this will take her, if she’d lose this wasn’t an official game afterall. She could make an excuse that she wasn’t even trying hard even though she did. One spray of her notorious pepper spray into each eyeball of her opponents after the match wouldn’t hurt.

Sta - 6 | Eva - 15 | Str - 5 Wis - 8 | Arc - 4 | Acc - 15 Terrible Presence Evasive Maneuvers ● Components ● Muggle Condition Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)

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Outfit Reducio idk