Hogwarts Summer Camp Chess Combat, Game 1

Action: Doing as strategized

[font=century gothic]INTERACTING WITH: n/a | MENTIONING: Everyone[/font]

Chaos was beginning to reign supreme. Spells continued to fly all around her, the air abuzz with the raw, barely controlled, magical energies of budding budding wix, wizards and witches. As the rounds drew ever nearer to their conclusion, the veracity with which they were slung only seemed to increase. For some, this would strike a cord, ignite the passion of the impending end to paint a conclusion one way or another with gloriously bold strokes. The thrill of battle and the tension of an end drawing near serving to draw forth the bloodlust of the warriors.

Such may have been expected especially of the Black Team. They had held a tremulous lead since the start, seemingly a slight step ahead of the competitors, and better able to dodge assault than the army of white were able to land them. A precarious dance, one that would often leave much to be questioned. With that lead, however, came the pressure to hold it. A mounting weight upon the shoulders that could serve to bow even the tallest and strongest. Sweat glistened on the brow of the petite Durmstrang girl before being hastily wiped away on the cuff of her sleeve.

Sometimes, the leading team would manage to slowly wear down the resolve of their competitors, chipping away at the will to fight until little but an empty shell of half-hearted movements remained. Other times, the fight carried on per usual, a battle of bloody tooth and nail from start to end. And on the rare occasion, something would occur to spark the innate drive and passion for one last burst of overwhelming energy. The survivor's fury could be a powerfully intimidating force. What was worse... everybody loved the story of the underdog. The thrill of being able to see a miraculous recovery by the team who had been put on the defensive was always a fantastic story.

It was the soft thud that seemed to set it all off. Greta spun her attention around to see a form fall to the ground. For a moment, she'd had the gut-wrenching feeling that it had been one of their own, the boy who had appeared a little worse for wear for more than a little while. But instead it turned out to be the one who had been dancing a ballet moments before. For a brief period, a sense of victory washed over the blonde. Finally, they had made a visible impact! They had a clear advantage now with numbers! A small one, but one none-the-less.

That was before she turned back to sweep her gaze across the enemy team. Where she might have expected to see down-trodden expressions and the faces of those who knew they were on their last legs, instead she saw a hunger. A yearning for revenge. A thirst for victory. A steeled resolve to take that loss and turn it ten-fold onto those who'd had the gall to fell one of their own. Dealt with a heavy sense of doom, Greta's stomach flipped, eyes widening slightly as the Rook across from her raised her wand to cast. She'd barely managed to raise her own wand up in time, intending to exchange a spell for a spell.

"F-flippng—" she stammered, trying to force the spell out. But in that unsettling revelation that the game was only now just beginning, her mouth had parched, cutting off her incantation. The tip of her wand did little more than sputter as though mocking her lapse in composure. "Eep~!" she ducked, nimbly avoiding the shot that had been slung at her.

Focus! A glance to the crowd allowed her to catch sight of at least a few familiar faces, mostly those awaiting their own games. But it was enough to remind her why she was here — to represent her school and demonstrate the power of Durmstrang. Pushing herself back to her feet, she swiped her sleeve once more across her brow before wiping her hands on her skirts. They weren't the only ones whose resolve could be hardened by the heat of battle. With an adjustment of the wand's grip and the pinching of her brows, she took a calming breath and waited for the next chance to do her part to aide her team getting one step closer to victory.

[font=century gothic]ACTION: Doing as Strategized[/font]

Moderation will happen on August 16th instead of August 15th.

Action: Doing as strategized.

Ability: The Muggle Condition

Stamina: 6
Evasion: 7
Strength: 1
Wisdom: 8
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 7
Total: 35 Stat Points

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

Stamina: 6
Evasion: 3
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 9
Arcane Power: 7
Accuracy: 8

ACTION: Doing as strategized

Has anybody seen the unamused dog meme? That was Jack's face right at this moment in time as he danced around like a lunatic. Unadulterated hatred radiated from the boy, and the subject of his ire? Damion. He didn't know the kid to begin with, but there was such a passionate rage building up. Murder was on his mind, and there would be yellow tape around the body if Jack had it his way. "You are dead to me." Was all the boy had to say, while he transferred away from the Russian folk dancing to more contemporary ballet. Of course, he would switch to it once he thought about it, considering it was the form of dance he had training in. Damn this dancing all to hell.

Stats:
Stam: 7
Eva: 8
Str: 6
Wis: 2
Arc Power: 7
Acc: 5
Abilities: Fearless

Action: Doing as strategized

Round Nine

10th of July 2020

Whatever happened — it was not good. Whatever happened — it was not expected. Sometimes duels went not as the moderators would like it to end. That was probably the case in their duel. The first game to end hastily, just one round before the actual end.

There are spells that can hurt, there are spells that can make you laugh, and there are spells that make you sick. It was known how long it takes for Curse of the Bogies to progress until a decent faint, but it seemed the effect was, indeed, individual. Theodore of the Team Black fainted and fell down on the ground. Artemis looked at the clock and rushed towards the boy:

"Stop the duel!" he shouted, which wasn't his usual manner of addressing. He cut his way towards the boy and checked his state, then continued, "Okay, I have to stop the duel right now. Consider it a draw. You all fought nicely," he looked at both Hogwarts and Durmstrang students, "Your teachers may be proud of you. But now, shake your hands and you're dismissed."

He was serious and caring at the same time. He took the boy with his both arms and made his way towards the mobile medical station, prepared especially for the cases like that.

Team Compositions

Team Black	Team White
@Thomas Baines @Adonis Thorn Greta Fransson (@Evelynn Decipio ) Theodore Duncain (@Opeila Seilun) @Damion White	@Mars T'ien @Jack Warren Everett Brooks (@Willow Anderson ) @Dealla Prince @Santario Martin

This match is moderated by @Artemis Vernatis

The game has ended in a draw in agreement with both teams. The consent to use Theodore's condition as an end reason was granted. Good job, everyone, and thank you for participating!

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Action: Fainting, Getting carried away by Artemis

Ability: The Muggle Condition

Stamina: 6
Evasion: 7
Strength: 1
Wisdom: 8
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 7
Total: 35 Stat Points