Hexwizard Task 1: Beauxbatons v Durmstrang

“Thanks, Greta!” called Valentin, receiving shields from the team’s little valkyrie. Still, the cheer of the moment faded as soon as Felix hit the floor. The fellow white-hair’s sacrifice was not in vain, however, as he would take a substantial chunk out of Maximilien on his way down. Tipping his head respectfully, Valentin had to admire the swagger with which Felya had clung to life, as well as the effectiveness of his parting blow as Felix's billowing gown marked his collapse. With one ally falling, however, another rose at the hands of Val’s precious Keeper #5, Johannes. Mikael regained his footing, but did not look… right. More than usual, he looked dead inside.

“MISHA! Are you alright? You look… sick.” With a worried glance at Johannes, Valentin couldn’t blame their healer. Hanya's restorative skills were essential for both the Horde and Durmstrang quidditch, so it wasn’t the first time he’d seen Johannes bring someone back from unconsciousness. Heck, after that bitchslap from hell he’d received from Cielle before she joined up as Beater #2, Val himself had to be brought back by one of Johannes’s scathing motivational speeches. Jojo was good, and Val knew it. There were many reasons Sauer was on Durmstrang's elite teams. Whatever was happening to Mikael seemed to be beyond the realm of normal injury instead, and Val's voice made his heightened concern clear.

Seeing Yefim dodge an incoming blow, the frost captain wouldn't regret forgoing the chance to tank more damage for the champion. Rather, as opponents fell before them as continuously as a winter downpour, Valentin's optimism warmed his aura of empowerment even as frost continued to flow off his heels. If the opponents also got a taste of the white king's inspiration, it was only an act of grace before Durmstrang showed them the floor.

“Don’t get careless! We still have to take this home. Lys, Cici, I’m counting on you! I know you can do it, just keep your hands steady like in practice. We Horntail are at the top of our game. Show the people back home how far you've come.”

Stats: STA 8 ✦ EVA 14 ✧ STR 2 ✦ WIS 15 ✧ARC 1 ✦ ACC 15 - Ency
Abilities: Keen Eye ✦ Charmer ✧ Evasive Maneuvers ✦ Fearless

Valentin's English
Doing as strategized.

Song Inspiration

Mikel blinked blurrily as he stared holes into the flesh of those around him. His gaze would not be reserved for the opposite team. Instead, his empty eyes would be spread between all that caught his gaze. Friend or foe. So many faces, he had trouble discerning the two. It was clear that there were two sides, black and white. Looking down at his uniform he realize he was supposed to belong to one of them. Though, as he looked at those who matched his color, he found nothing. His eyes felt gummy as if they had been sapped of all their moisture. The feeling made him want to bring his hands up and rub at them. Though, he could not bring himself to move all that much.

As he looked around he found he still did not know what was really going on. Confusion bore through him as he glanced around wildly. No knowledge would come to him, no understanding would dawn itself upon him. He was not sure what was happening. It looked like he was partaking in some sort of game. The boy glanced towards Yefim. Yes, Yefim. Something familiar that helped relax the anxious feeling that brewed deep within his chest. His tongue itched to ask the other what was happening. Maybe he would be able to shed some light on the situation. As far as he was concerned, he had woken up tired and in pain. Not much of a good start to the day. Mikel blinked slowly looking towards the rowdy crowd with a strong disgust on his face. How much he wished he wasn't here. His head still swam, feeling far too large to be normal, and a strong headache was making itself known.

Mikel would swallow thickly before bringing up his left hand to wipe away the blood that was beginning to dry on his philtrum. The boy would pause to look over toward Valentin at the sudden call of his name. The boy's brows furrowed more as he looked towards the boy. His light. It had taken a second for that information to pool itself back in his head. Right the boy was his light. Something far too precious to let loose. Mikel worked a smile upon his face at the boy's worry. This position seemed all too familiar and left him with a feeling upon his tongue. "Don't worry my light." he spoke softly to the other. Far too much tenderness for what had transpired between the two of them.

@Flash Holmwood, @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood

| Stamina 10 | Evasion 8 | Strength 12 | Wisdom 6 | Arcane Power 6 | Accuracy 10 |

Lovely Creature - Terrible Presence - Perfectionist - Fearless

𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙵𝙸𝚃: Reducio

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

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𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: Reducio @Flash Holmwood as Yefim @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood as Val @Phaedra Stavrou as Lysander

He surprised himself when he managed one more blow, perhaps Yefim’s words had inspired him. His only regret was that he couldn’t make all their opponents burn before they hurt his team mates.

And that Maxi’s dumb face was the last thing he saw. He would have even Lysander over him. Speaking of, why the hell was did his pretty boy if a shield step away? Just when he was starting to think he was alright. Ugh, whatever. His annoyance was focused on Maxi as he went down.

‘Man, this guy sucks.’ Was the last thing Felix thought before he was struck one last time. He collapsed onto the ground, the billowing skirt of his ridiculous gown would cushion his fall at least, but the usual sweet relief of unconsciousness was not what was waiting for him.

In the torture chamber of his mind he didn’t fall over. Instead he witnessed a large wave of dark magic sweeping through the ballroom. His friends suddenly started to collapse in front of his very eyes. Val’s features would start to crumble, as if he were simply a statue made from stone. “VALENTIN!” A scream ripped from his throat and he stepped off of the square he occupied. An illegal move that was likely to get them disqualified but he could care less.

He grabbed his friend’s shoulders, as if the act was enough to save him from turning to dust. His blue eyes scanned the faces of his team mates, who seemed to stand and stare at him with blank expressions. “D-DON’T JUST STAND THERE; DO SOMETHING!” More of his team mates started to crumble, Cielle and Lysander, Mikael who wore the same hallow look, sweet Greta, each of them earning a call of despair.

By the time Yefim’s face had begun to crack, the sobbing Swede had crawled towards the Durmstrang champion. “No… D-Don’t…” An attempted grab for his hand would prove fruitless when the flesh crumbled beneath his touch. It was too late, something that evident as Felix glanced towards the crowd in desperation only to find their audience was compromised of skeletons. Even the opposing team had met the same fate. “Don’t leave me alone—.”

“No, no, please… Yefim— YEFIM!” Another scream ripped from his throat as he was left clinging to what remained of his friend— nothing more than bone.

Action: As strategized.

threading as johannes cyprian sauer
interactions @Mikael Halldorson, Beauxbaton team
mentions Horntail Horde, Felix (minorly), Romeo (minorly), Valentin (minorly)
speaking in russian, unless specified otherwise

Muttering curses under his breath as he worked to rouse his unconscious teammate, it was the power of abrasive willpower that fuelled Johann's skill in resuscitation. Whose great idea was, in a precedential break from wizarding sports culture, to make incapacitated students wait until the end for treatment?

The crowd thought it harmless fun, but Johannes was staring down the effects of the Beauxbaton's magic first-hand. If this was only the beginning of the carnage that awaited them from foreign hands, then he and Romeo would have their hands full. They couldn't lose anyone today - not even Slenderman here - to the dark side, not when Johann barely trusted the team of British healers uselessly standing around on the sidelines. Maybe in another situation, he could empathise with them considering they were as bound to a bullshit rulebook as he was, but this wasn't another situation and they weren't the ones risking their neck for an over-glorified game of chess.

Quietly grimacing at Mikael's haunted appearance, he let out a sigh of relief when the other successfully awoke, the painful grogginess of unconsciousness still clinging fast. "There we go. G'morning, Dornröschen~ (Sleeping Beauty/Little Briar Rose)" Johannes' use of his brightest, most sugared tone (clearly an attempt to form some semblance of normalcy within the chaotic ballroom) seemed at odds with that searching gaze boring holes into everyone's souls. Ignored as he was and his job (mostly) finished for now, the keeper was content to draw back and allow his impromptu patient some space to get their wits together.

Stepping boldly into position, white fog swirling around the hems of his robes, Johannes was outraged to see yet another one of the Horde fall under enemy blades so soon after his feat of magical medication. If he could not lash out physically, then he would have to do so verbally - his most trained trait. "Bastards! What part of 'leave no man behind' do you not understand?" It did not matter if he spoke to them in Russian or English - his words lost either way to the ignorance of lesser schools - for his vitriolic tone left no ambiguity in how he felt about the turn of events. At least one of their opponents would know the extent of his irritation. He didn't even know Felix that much, but downing their queen was just another example of Beauxbaton's disrespect. If they thought that such a simple act could cripple their defences before the imminent backlash...

Then they were even bigger fools than Johannes could have ever imagined.

Action: As Strategised

Mod Information
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Abilities: Foulplay, Charmer, Evasive Maneuvers, Rapid Reviver, Blindvision
Stats: Sta 10 | Eva 11 | Str 10 | Wis 8 | Arc 8 | Acc 12

Allies: Horntail Horde (Durmstrang Hexwizard Team), Orpheus (Astrea's cat)
Opponents: Beauxbatons Hexwizard Team, non-Durmstrang Chasers (Quidditch)

Across the way, he finally saw an enemy in his line of fire. It was the girl whose chessboard he destroyed. Her answer to his taunting had been to lash back out, insistent on what she was owed. She was not owed safety, though. She agreed to face him, and therefore, agreed to be in his line of fire. When he looked at her, his smile spun crooked with the wisdom he was imparting to her-- he could do whatever he wanted to. If she would have shown kindness to him then in lieu of anger, would he have spared any mercy at this moment? Of course not, but also who wants to see the bad guy win in the first place? Yefim was a bad person for delighting in her downfall, wasn't he?

As nice as it was to release some aggression through evil glares, it was not all sunshine and glory. As attacks flew across the board and the Horntail Horde began to throttle the Beauxbaton team at the throat, Felix would collapse, his dress only slightly cushioning his fall. Almost like a bargain being struck, behind him he would here the clattering of Mikael's horse coming back into action. When he looked, there Mik was, awake and staring back, with blood on his face. Hanya really was keeping this team of barbarians alive, only now he saw Gresha was also making sure they kept everyone kicking for as long as possible. This was the last push, but it wouldn't be a suicide mission. They weren't just here to show they could win, they wanted to show they could annihilate.

At least, that's what Yefim thought he wanted. When he smiled at Mik, he didn't look back with the same face he knew. Yefim had spent years looking into Mikael's eyes, through pain, sorrow, tragedy, and understanding. Why then could he not read his face now? Something felt wrong, but Yefim was used to writing off things he didn't understand as 'fate'. This was different. His friend being changed was not fate, it couldn't be. Was Felya going to be alright? Yefim's eyes would stay on Mik's back as the movements continued their predestined courses. At this point, Beauxbatons was surrounded and would have to work hard to overcome the advantage Durmstrang had gained. Suddenly though, Yefim's mind was not on the game.

[”The sooner we end the game, the sooner we wake up Felya!”] Yefim talked loud enough for anyone on the team to hear him, but he was looking at Hanya. No doubt the two of them were on the same page with this.

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

Though he had a certain fondness in the idea of playing this game with a certain vicious mentality, he kept himself from doing so. A wise course of action given their current situation was to get in the way. Shield her from harm while Roberta helped out. It was simple enough.

Hexcode= #967bb6

Interacting with: Cassanora

Everywhere she looked, the world surrounding Roberta was painted with shapes of the fallen and the wounded of those who had done their best to keep themselves together just long enough to pull together a victory from out of the jaws of defeat. Slipping, sinking, she felt her heart whispering to her through the alarms of the fallen surrounding them. She knew what she had to do. So long as her heart sang true for her, so too would she hold the line for her friends. She was not afraid to fall should it come to that, but she was terrified of losing everything she had come so far to achieve. Between her gritting teeth Roberta whispered back to Cassanora on the verge of tears.

[French]"Don't you, forget about me."

Action: Doing as strategized

Reducio

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.

Interacting with: Mentioning:

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

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This round went relatively smoothly for Milo, unlike the last one where he got a bit of a whallop from Cielle as he defended Cassandra. Definitely was a bruiser that one but he would be fine. Suppose that was part of his job though, protect people, take their bruises for them if he can't stop them entirely. Although he supposed that was somewhat his role in Quidditch as well.

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

As much as her confidence might have risen with her recent success against the French champion, Greta would not quite get another opportunity to try to finish what she had started. Line of sight just wouldn't cooperate with her. With so many people on the field, there were too many bodies in the way. What was more, the little witch would find herself jostled out of the way as Johannes moved into her space and effectively—if accidentally—pushed her off to one side. She'd click her tongue and flash her teammate a pout, but if his presence there could help cinch their victory, then she would have no qualms with that. Finding herself on the outskirts of the battle with few offensive options, she would take a moment to make sure the greatest among them remained standing before trying to get into a better position that might afford her alternative opportunities.

Action: As Strategized

rping as cielle johansen.
interacting with @maximilien de fostoncy and @lysander stavrou.
mentioning felix.

As Lysander moved to protect her, Cielle smiled gratefully up at the older boy briefly and extend her thanks: [IN RUSSIAN] "Thanks, I appreciate it."
Shock would rattle through her bones dully as Felix fell. The Norwegian girl swore softly under her breath, eyes scouring the board for the person who'd done it. [IN ENGLISH] "You'll regret that!" she said fiercely, and attacked with the intention of finishing what Felix had started. There was a sick sort of satisfaction she got from Maxi's downfall, startling Cielle herself into subdued silence. It was fine because he'd hurt her friend first, right?

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