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Aug 31, 2017 19:57:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2017 19:57:01 GMT -7
Going a new way was working out for Anna, but she didn't want to anymore. She was bored and tired and honestly just wanted to be done with this task. Mostly because she was walking so much without more than three fairies to show for it at a time. At least in the other two tasks she had something to show for her exhaustion. The fact that she was tired now, with hardly anything happening, was almost embarrassing, but she was. So she decided to not go far from her base this time. In fact, Anna just decided to walk around it a little bit. She moved far enough away that it wasn't in sight and then just wandered. It didn't take long before she ran into 9 fairies again. Huh. So she didn't have to go all over the place to find fairies? Good to know. True to form, Anna grabbed one of each color and took the short walk back to her base. This was great. She arrived with plenty of time to spare and rested her back against the page, trying to relax a little while she could. Was this really all that was going to happen?
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Sept 1, 2017 7:33:10 GMT -7
Post by Admin Sora on Sept 1, 2017 7:33:10 GMT -7
The fifth gong of the bell seemed unusually louder then the rest. So loud it seemed to shake the entire field. Wait... no it didn't seem like the field was shaking. It actually was. Almost like an earthquake. Shaking, spinning, reshaping. The entire field was changing.... and then a feeling of overwhelming despair washed over all three champions as a high pitched cackle could be heard somewhere on the field... whatever had just happened, the rules of the game had changed. The champions were no longer alone on the field...
OOC: Feeling bored yet, champions? Good! Because this is the Tri-Wizard Tournament, you need to be prepared for anything! The first half of the game has lulled your champions into a false sense of security and listless boredom to ensure they'd be completely unprepared for the second half of the game.
The second half of the game has introduced a number of creatures, some with the intent to capture fairies before you (to lower the fairy count on the field) while others are determined to attack/stop/ or even eat your champion. These creatures will be moving around just like you (i have a third party person coordinating their moves) so the chance of encountering them is quite high. The board has also changed (the new map will be sent to each of you today).
Your champions will be playing on multiple fronts. First, still catch as many fairies as possible. Second, to avoid or fight off any creatures you encounter. Third... don't give into the overwhelming despair and futility. Each round you will need to send me a number between 1-10 as well as your grid guess. The closer you are to the chosen number that round (I will randomize it) the worse the feeling is. If you hit it on the mark, your champion will succumb to the feelings and be unable to gather any fairies that round, and something quite interesting will happen... If you are 1-2 off, you will only be able to carry 2 fairies that round.
If your champion encounters one of the creatures I will notify you if they are a stealer or an attacker. If you encounter a stealer you can take ALL the fairies that one has gathered thus far (they start out with 7, and will increase depending on where they go on the board) automatically. If you encounter an attacker you will lose 2/3 of your fairies for that round but will manage to fight it off, or escape the creature. Either way, your champion will be able to handle (or escape... ) each creature encounter. The attackers do have a rank as well. A first rank attacker will give you minor injuries (think cuts and bruises, more like nuisance injuries), a second rank will cause much more serious damage (basically it sucks but it's bearable), and there will be ONE third rank creature on the field that encountering will make you lose all your fairies for that round because you will sustain heavy damage (broken bones, deep wounds, etc) and barely escape with your life. Keep in mind, your champions vision is still very much impaired, so creatures that could be handled easily in normal circumstances will be much more challenging to deal with.
Dueling is still in play if any champions encounter each other. Creatures will respond the same way as the other champions. (If you are in a neighboring squares you encounter the creature.)
Have fun champions, and try not to die out there...
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Sept 1, 2017 20:05:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2017 20:05:40 GMT -7
Elias was waiting at his cage already when the gong sounded. The shaking of the earth didn’t go unnoticed, and the Dursmstrang Champion threw his arms out to try to keep his balance. He looked nervously over his shoulder at his cage, making sure that the door didn’t fly open or something of the sort. If he lost all of his fairies because of a little earthquake, then he was going to be upset indeed. When the shaking stopped, Elias found himself more disoriented than he had expected. He felt like he had moved. Elias checked over his shoulder again, just in time to have a feeling of dread bring him to his knees. Elias didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he just felt so… empty. All he was doing was coming back and forth, feeling his way through the fog like a blind man and trying to collect fairies for… what? Second place in the Triwizard Tournament? That hardly seemed worth it. The Durmstrang Champion stumbled to his feet, a cackling sound ringing in his ears. This hadn’t been what he had been promised at the beginning of the task. In some ways, the despair was worse than having to fight the other Champions. He knew that he was failing already, with being in last place in the Tournament and all. The sudden rush of hopelessness was really just the culmination of all of the thoughts he had been semi-successfully ignoring. Elias closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his senses, before he realized that, despite the misery, he needed to get back out into the field. He wasn’t sure how much time he had, so the Durmstrang Champion began to run – just to barrel into a group of fairies. Elias breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t a total failure, because he had been finding fairies every round so far. The darkness that had seemed to enter the arena with the earthquake still nibbled at his heels, but Elias was staving it off. He gathered his red-winged fairies, and jogged the short distance back to his cage to shove them in. There was one positive in the whole thing: he didn’t need to worry any more about the moral dilemma that came with stealing, because the earthquake had shifted everything, and he didn’t know the way to the other Champion’s cage. Elias peered out into the fog, even though he knew he wouldn’t be seeing anything. What was out there?
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Sept 2, 2017 12:24:54 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2017 12:24:54 GMT -7
This was .... definitely not good. Anna was hanging around by the cage in her "base" when the gong sounded and everything started shaking. Great. She should have known that things were too boring for this to actually be the third task. What was going on now? She grabbed the cage with her fairies in it, determined to make sure that she stayed with them no matter what, though honestly she didn't know what was happening. The rumbling was loud and the ground shook for a while. When it finally stopped, Anna heard a sound that made her insides squirm. Actually, it was more than that. She felt this overwhelming surge of despair overcome her, much like the immense and debilitating fear that she felt during her panic attack the night before the first task. What in the world were they playing at? She was still holding on to the bars of the fairies cage, so she rested her head against it, closing her eyes as she tried to push the despair away. This was not going to be good. Even the fairies in her cage were silent and still, which wasn't a good sign since they normally didn't care about anything. What was the point in this whole task? she thought as she looked at them. Gather stupid fairies when you didn't even know how many points they would be worth. It was like a game of chance and Anna found herself wishing that it was over already, and not because things just got more complicated. (She didn't know how, but obviously something changed with the task and it did not bode well) After a few moments, she felt like she could move again. Anna pushed off the cage and then started to walk. She was still anxious, her eyes darting back and forth as she took small steps, looking for fairies. In minutes that felt like they took hours, she saw some light ahead. She found some fairies! Anna grabbed the three fairies, two red and one blue. She turned around and started making her way back to the cage cautiously. Even though she'd found some this round, Anna was positive that that wasn't going to continue to happen. She was going to have problems with this change, especially since she was still fighting off the despair and feelings that urged her to just give up.
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Sept 2, 2017 13:40:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2017 13:40:59 GMT -7
Apparently things weren’t going to stay the same way for long. The rumble that came with the next gong sound could only mean one thing: something was happening. The shaking increased as Émile felt the ground below him start to move. Reaching out for a hold on his base, he held tight. The last thing he would need right now was to be separated from his own area. Getting sent off into a corner of the arena with no way to get back and no idea what was between would be a poor way to lose. After a few moments of shaking, it stopped almost as soon as it had started. Émile let go of his base and took a few steps forward. That meant they could start again, right? The sound had already gone off. Then the laughter started. If the piercing sound wasn’t bad enough, then the feeling of dread that washed over him was. He wasn’t sure if he had a way to even describe what that felt like. It wasn’t nervousness or being afraid of what was around the corner. The complete loss of words was something else altogether. Taking both of his hands, Émile smacked both of his cheeks. This wasn’t the time to get caught up in what he was ‘feeling’. This was part of the task. As long as he could overcome that, then he would win. Fighting against that feeling of loss and despair was almost impossible though. Émile found himself moving slowly, much slower than he had thus far. That wasn’t like him at all, but he knew he would have to manage it for now. The mist hadn’t changed since the beginning, but there were parts of it that were different, impassable walls of darkness almost. Émile felt like he would be able to see something through the fogginess if there was something there, but there was no way that he could continue further through it. Whether that was because of how he was currently feeling or via magic, he didn’t know. Using it as an aid to find his way back to his base was useful though, and keeping himself directly on the other side of this ‘wall’, he headed off in a direction gingerly. It was like he was creeping around a corridor in the dead of night after committing some heinous act, afraid that someone would catch him. Except more like there was no way to escape any of this other than to keep collecting damn fairies. Every step was like peering around a long, dark hallway. The presence of another being was there, but where? How far away? Or was it all generated by this sense of doom and gloom? Émile was trying to shrug it off even though he knew it was there to stay for the time being. The feeling that had arrived with the laugh was far more enticing than this was. Then it happened. He could see the twinkle and shine that was so familiar at this point. Ahead was a group of fairies. Émile shuffled faster than he had been going, though it was still far from what he could normally manage. Even though he knew he was relieved to be finding fairies, that didn’t replace the plague of feelings that he still had in him. If anything, it was like he knew he should be feeling relieved but wasn’t able to put it together in his head. Still, he made it to the small clearing that they were in and stopped in front of them. Only three this time. So the shaking and turning had scared some of them off too? They were only fairies after all. Not their fault that they could get scared so easily. Reaching for two of them, Émile managed to get them into his hands. The third flew off into the mist. That hadn’t happened before either. Two was better than none though, and with the way he was feeling, having less to worry about was more comforting. Right as he was about to turn away and head back, Émile spotted the glow again. If the fairy was coming back to him, he might as well try and take it. He knew that would be difficult in his state, but one more point was one more point. The last two tasks had taught him that. The only strange thing about the returning fairy though was that it was floating rather high off the ground. With one fairy in each of his hands, he couldn’t get his wand out to summon it to him. That was rather annoying. Standing still, he waited to see if it was going to eventually drop in altitude or not. It didn’t. Instead, a second glowing shape parallel to the first appeared as well, and both turned to look down at him. Émile didn’t take long to process that those weren’t fairies, but eyes. The mist was hiding the creature’s shape from him at this distance, though by the height that the eyes were at, it was relatively large. Frozen in place, Émile was unsure of what to do. Fight or run? Fighting meant letting go of at least one of the fairies to use his wand. Running, or slowly moving in his case, was also an option but also meant exposing his back to whatever this thing was. While height didn’t mean necessarily mean speed, there was absolutely no way of telling what this thing was capable of. His first thought was a dragon, though snarling and flames typically accompanied those, and this thing had yet to do that. Was it the source of the screeching laughter earlier? If so, the odds of running into it this soon after beginning were astronomical. Not like the Beauxbatons champion had ever had luck with escaping from large creatures in this tournament so far. The manticore and yeti were one thing; he was able to see them and process what they were capable of. This was a different game he was playing now. The stare down between Émile and the unknown beast was too much for him to handle. He was unsure if it could see him or not, but that didn’t matter right now. To win this task he needed to collect fairies. This creature was preventing him from running away with all three. Letting go of the one in his left hand, Émile produced his wand as fast he humanly could. “Deprimo!” The blast of air shot up at the glowing eyes, pushing just enough of the fog away for a split-second. He could see a beak and feathers, as well as a long, protruding neck. The body was still unknown, and what its exact reach was as well. The spell didn’t do any damage, aside from a flinched blink the creature. That was never a good sign. Émile had never been a fan of the wind spell though, so he pointed his wand back up at the creature again. The head was getting closer to him now, enough so that the beak was within his view. Swallowing, he let out a Confringo. The explosive blast knocked him backwards on contact. He had forgotten in his current absentmindedness and fear that it could do that. The short burst of fire and smoke quickly dissipated into the mist, and Émile was left on the ground, wand in one hand, last fairy in the other, with a pair of eyes staring right down at him. The quick flicker of its eyes looking at the fairy was barely enough time to prepare himself for what happened next. Lightning like speed brought the creature’s mouth (Or beak. It wasn’t exactly up for interpretation at the moment), down around Émile’s right arm. The one that was holding the fairy still. He had been injured before in the prior tasks, and during duels, but this was by far the most painful. Biting down onto his right shoulder, the thing picked him up, razor-sharp teeth slicing through his clothes and skin like they weren’t even there. Every time it shook him, the teeth dug deeper. He was pretty sure that if he didn’t do something soon, it would bite all the way through eventually. That wasn’t any way to end the tournament. Devising a plan, one that was still going to end up with more injuries but would allow him to escape (hopefully), Émile lifted his wand as close to the creature’s eye as he could. Then he noticed it. The thing wasn’t even looking at him, but at the fairy in his other hand. Why would it care about that? Another hard shake and a yelp from the pain, and he understood it. He was being treated like a chew toy that had a treat inside of it. Plenty of years playing with his Great Dane, Charles, had taught him this game. Animals weren’t going to give up until they got what they wanted. Charles always wanted to get at the treat placed inside of his toy; this thing wanted the fairy that he was holding onto. Why? Did it even matter trying to figure that out right now? Émile let go of his last fairy. The creature let go of him, its teeth slicing through his skin once again as he fell to the ground. He hit the floor. Hard. The wind was knocked out of him as he lay there, gasping for a few seconds. There was only so much time before the beast’s curiosity of the fairy wore off. He was sure that it would then be after him again. Bleeding, in pain, probably bruised from the fall, and unable to catch his breath, Émile rolled over to his stomach slowly and started to push himself to his feet. At least he knew how to get back to his base. The wall that wouldn’t let him pass through it was his guide. Escaping this creature and the dread that accompanied it was his only priority right now. Screw collecting fairies. There were more rounds to follow. Fixing himself up before continuing on was more important. Making sure he had his wand with him, he slowly moved back towards the base. This sucked. He had jinxed himself, hoping for something more interesting than walking through the fog. A duel with one of the other champions was better than this, because at least then he would be able to fight back and win. He couldn’t really do that when he had no idea what the creature was, or how to defeat it. If that was even possible. Huffing to get his breath back as he walked, he could feel the wounds from the teeth ache each and every time. There was no way to count how many there were, but the intense sting that had come with when it grabbed onto him meant there were at least a dozen, maybe more. He expected there to be more. That thing was dangerous and he was lucky to get away from it with a couple dozen bleeding wounds, even if they had the potential to kill him if he didn’t stop it soon. He had no idea how long he had been walking, but the sight of the base in front of him was welcoming. Sliding down the wall of it, he tilted his head back, black spots invading his vision. Trying to get the lightheadedness of blood loss gone was the first course of action, and then he could heal himself up a bit. Right now, all he wanted to do was rest before the next round started. He could figure all of that out in a couple of minutes. Closing his eyes, Émile focused on his breathing, bringing it to a slow so that he could concentrate. The gong sounded as he did so, indicating that the round was over. One round without fairies. One round where he felt awful and now had an injury that would potentially hinder his movements and be a huge energy drain moving forward. He was only halfway done with the task. Word Count: 2,021
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Sept 4, 2017 12:25:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2017 12:25:39 GMT -7
Time always seemed to move slower when in this kind of state. Émile had pushed himself before in this tournament, but this was easily the worst that it had been so far. His eyes were still closed as the gong alerted that the next round had begun. He didn’t immediately move. A few more seconds of pulling himself together was needed. That bird-like creature had really messed up his shoulder. Taking in a deep breath, Émile opened his eyes and looked down at the wound. He could see the cuts better now than he could before. His shirt and jacket were completely ripped to shreds though. This was his favorite one too. Damn creatures always trying to take his clothes. He knew he was hot, they didn’t need to keep reminding him of that fact. Laughing a little at his own joke, he glanced down at the ground. There was a bottle sitting there. That hadn’t been there when he came back. Wincing as he reached for it with his un-injured arm, Émile flipped it around to read the label. A healing potion. At least they had some semblance of feelings. He was making them money after all. Letting their tournament winner die at the last second wouldn’t be great publicity for future iterations. Popping the cork stopper out of the bottle, Émile knocked back the potion as fast as possible. Healing potions were interesting. Some had instant effects whilst others were a long term heal. Spells were usually instant. He just didn’t trust himself enough in this state to try and close that many wounds at the same time. It would probably take too long. Luckily it seemed like this potion was one of the fast acting ones. The steam that immediately started to emit from each of the punctures was joined by a burning, bubbling sensation in his shoulder. It felt like he was getting stabbed again in every single one of the wounds, except that as they healed over the pain started to drift away. That was one hell of a potion to be given. While his injuries were healed, he was still exhausted from the fight and subsequent escape. There was no changing that. Being careful wasn’t usually in his playbook, but if he got caught off guard again by that beast, then it was going to be a tough time getting away again. He had a task to win. Dying wasn’t going to help at all. Enough time had been spent trying to catch his breath and heal up. Émile finally pushed himself to his feet once again and started off in a direction. The change to the arena meant that he was possibly covering ground he had previously, though there was no way to tell that. Even with his shoulder healed up, it was still tender. Not everything could be healed. There was a possibility that the beast had some sort of poison on its fangs as well; that would mean more than standard healing methods would be required once the task was over. The last thing he needed to do was come out of this with permanent nerve damage in his shoulder. Despite being left-handed, he could still play Quidditch with his right arm. Right now he could somewhat make a fist and lift his arm, but nothing more than either of those actions. If he found more fairies and had time to spare upon returning to the base, he was definitely going to shoot a few extra spells into it to see if that would fix it up. He didn’t have high hopes, but it was still worth a shot. Nothing came out of sitting around idly when there was work to be done. One of the first things Émile noticed upon his new path was that the feeling he had last round was almost completely gone. He wasn’t back to where he had been in the earlier rounds, but it was closer to what he felt when the arena changed around. He hadn’t thought that the feelings he was being forced to take on had drained him, but they had. Trying to fight off something that was seemingly impossible was more work than collecting the stupid fairies or fighting the creature. Being consumed by dread and fear wasn’t normal for him, and having it thrown on him so willy-nilly was an uncomfortable feeling. Émile knew he was better than those kinds of things, and yet this still made its way into his head. It was disgusting and invasive. But it was also gone for the time being. Taking advantage of that freedom was what he was going to do. Maintaining a steady, yet slow pace, Émile traveled through the fog once again. He had his plans to return to base as quickly as possible upon finding fairies, and thankfully it didn’t take long. He wasn’t sure how long he had been walking, but it wasn’t nearly as far as some of the last rounds had been. If anything, he had an easy escape route home if things got ugly again. He had a feeling that they wouldn’t though. The sense of despair wasn’t there anymore, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was probably due to the creature he had encountered. Whatever that thing was, it had to be the most dangerous thing in here. At least it was big enough to spot from a distance, even in the dense fog. Spotting it a second time wouldn’t be as hard to do as it had been the first. Ahead was a clearing. Inside it, six fairies. Perfect. That meant that he could get a few even if the rest were scared off. Having a repeat of last time wasn’t on the Beauxbatons’ agenda. Wand in hand just in case, Émile approached the fairies and made sure to grab as many as he could, which was three this time. The urgency to run away wasn’t here this time. Two red and a blue were in his hands in lightning speed, and Émile turned to head back to his base. He looked up just in time to see a massive, hairy fist punch him in the face. The ground had never felt so comfortable. Compared to getting bit into or punched in the face, it was pure bliss. His right arm was being yanked on, or rather, he was being dragged by it. At least Émile thought he was. There was only pain, radiating from his forearm all the way down to his shoulder, which felt like it was also being ripped apart. Apparently not all of the muscle and cartilage in it had healed completely yet from the potion. Figured. Aside from the arm issue, Émile was sure that his nose was broken as well. He had done that before in a Quidditch scrimmage, and this was a similar feeling to then. This thing that hit him was different from the earlier one. It was stupid to think that there was only one creature set loose in the arena. He could blame the inability to think on his other injuries. Living was more important than trying to figure out the dangers of the task. Right about now he was starting to regret that thought process. There was no way to turn his head around in his current position, so he let his imagination go wild with what this thing could possibly be. Another yeti? No. That thing was much larger. This beast was big, but not yeti sized. He was pretty sure a yeti would rip him to pieces in a second if given the chance. This one hadn’t. Not yet, at least. There was a chance that it thought he was dead though. A punch like that would be a one hit KO against any normal human. But he was Émile Chevalier. He had fought numerous beasts in the last few months and taken a beating from almost all of them. This one was no different. They all had a weakness somewhere. This one’s just so happened to be its stupidity. Émile didn’t remember pocketing his wand to grab the fairies, but there his wand was, nestled comfortably right where it belonged. If it had been in his hand, it would be gone somewhere right about now. Lost in the fog along with the fairies. First order of business? Getting the thing to let go of him. While he could barely feel his arm at this point, he knew that he was being dragged by it. The best way to get something stupid to let go of an object? Blindfold it. Sending an Obscuro spell up at its head, the beast was quickly blindfolded. In its hulking, idiotic glory, it obviously let go of Émile’s broken arm and tried to remove the blindfold with both hands. Turning around just in time to get a glimpse of the creature before running, he made note that it was some kind of bear-like creature that could walk on two legs. He wasn’t that far off from the yeti then. That meant it had skin, and skin meant exposure to spells. If it decided to come after him, hitting it with a few spells that cut flesh would put a stop to the chase. Breaking into as fast of a run as possible, Émile could feel his adrenaline starting to take over. It didn’t matter that his nose and arm were probably broken. He had escaped another beast with ease. They never learned did they? Neither did he. Of course there was more to the thing than it looking like a skinny yeti. A second glance back at it, and it was gone. Nowhere to be seen. While that was possible in the fog, Émile knew he wasn’t that far away from it. Stopping, he looked around. There was nothing. No sign of it anywhere. Unless it was extremely fast or could fly, that didn’t seem possible at all. The sudden lift into the air and the topple that followed caught him off guard just as much as being punched had. Landing on the broken arm, Émile writhed in pain on the ground. He wasn’t sure what was worse now, getting bit and tossed around or being subjected to broken bones over and over again. Trying to get a grasp on the situation, he pushed himself to his knees just in time to be sent flying backwards again. The problem? There was nothing there in front of him. That wasn’t possible was it? He had felt the hands of the beast pick him up and throw him. Yet it wasn’t there when he looked up. How on earth was he supposed to fight or escape from something that he couldn’t see? That was basically cheating. Then Émile came up with a really stupid plan. Standing up again, he made sure he had his wand held tightly. The only way to get the beast where he wanted was if it came right to him. At the rate he was going, there was no way he could get back to his base and escape this thing without encountering it again. So he stood still and waited for it. The thing was big enough that he would feel it right before it whacked him. That was enough time to hit it with a spell to keep it from coming after him. Hopefully. It didn’t take long. Within a minute, the brute tried to rush him again. Émile took the full force of the charge in his chest, the wind getting knocked out of him again. The split-second it took for him to realize he was on his back on the ground again was just enough to feel the creature towering over him. It was now or never. “Diffindo!” Émile yelled as loud as he could. He didn’t want to stick around and see the spell cutting the creature to shreds, if it happened to work. Catching it off guard like that was all he could do in his current state. So off he ran, as best as he could. The adrenaline was already starting to wear off, and he was aware that there were more things wrong with his body than he had initially realized. The broken arm and nose weren’t the only broken bones. That last charge had definitely gotten a rib or two, because it was harder to breathe now than it had been before. To add to that, his nose was plugged with blood. He’d have to fix that first. Breathing was more important than a functioning arm. He was pretty sure that some of the punctures from the other creature had reopened as well. While the potion had healed them over, they hadn’t actually been ‘healed’. They were just set to heal. Bleeding profusely from those and his nose at the same time was bringing back the tunnel-vision that he had experienced earlier. This time it was hitting him faster though. Slowing down would mean having the creature catch up to him. He wouldn’t survive if it hit him again. He was smart enough to know that. The base wasn’t far though, and Émile had just enough energy to make it back. That had been a smart move; keeping close to home in case he got caught in a fight he couldn’t win again. Unfortunately he returned without any fairies again. That was fine. There were a few more rounds left. They were going to be difficult to move around though, but he was sure he could manage as long as he stayed nearby the base. As long as the other two champions were having a similar experience to him, there wouldn’t be any reason to worry. Fixing himself up was more important right now anyways. Word Count: 2,308
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Sept 4, 2017 18:53:33 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2017 18:53:33 GMT -7
A large part of Anna really just wanted this task to be over. She was so close to the end and really just wanted to move on, before anything dangerous or life-threatening happened. She knew that probably wasn't the way she should be thinking in regards to the triwizard tournament, since it was supposed to give eternal glory to the winner and she actually had the chance to win, but she was tired and still a bit nervous. The sinking feeling of despair was still there, weighing her down in the pit of her stomach, but Anna was doing her best to pay it no mind. She was trying to focus on happier things, well, no actually she was trying to focus on her responsibility here. To find more of those stupid fairies. At least she'd been able to find some every round. She couldn't help but wonder if the other champions had been able to do that as well.
Still, none of that was important right now. What was important was the fact that it was time for her to set off again. Anna looked around the cage and chose a direction, deciding to just go straight for as long as she could, or until she found some fairies. She definitely felt more intimidated when it came to wandering around the maze after hearing that cackling before the last round, but nothing bad happened yet. Maybe they were just trying to intimidate the champions? She admitted to herself that that was probably just wishful thinking.
After walking forward a ways, she ran into a black ... wall of mist? Or maybe it was something more firm than that. Either way, Anna was definitely not going to touch it or try to go through it. She moved to go around the black wall and once she passed it, she started going the same direction as before. It wasn't too much later that she found herself face to face with a small group of fairies, one of each color. Smiling in relief, Anna grabbed them and turned, hurrying back to her base. It was a much quicker return journey, which she was very grateful for and before long she was back, putting the fairies in their cage and waiting until she could go out again.
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Sept 4, 2017 19:51:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2017 19:51:19 GMT -7
Elias was ready to embark once again into the mists, and he did so, not happily, but with determination. He wasn’t going to give into the dread that was still clinging tightly to him. He was stronger than that. He tried not to wander through the mists, choosing instead to walk in straight lines, and when he felt compelled to turn, turn at ninety-degree angles. He felt more like a soldier than a champion, but either way, he was moving, and that was all that mattered. He felt kind of like a shark – like if he stopped moving, then he was going to die.
All of a sudden, another peal of laughter – high pitched cackling that broke through the silence – sounded nearby. The cackling was simultaneously alluring and disconcerting, and Elias wasn’t sure how to feel. Luckily, within another few meters, Elias spotted fairies. There were three of them, all twinkling a green that once seemed appealing, but just seemed toxic now. Elias hurried to gather them, but apparently, he didn’t hurry enough, because Elias felt a burning pain in his leg. He yelped as he looked down, seeing a dart poking out of the muscle of his calf. Without thinking, Elias dropped the fairy that he was working on picking up. He needed to get out of here, before –
He didn’t get time to finish his thought, because they were upon him. The erklings ran out of the mists, and the first dart seemed nothing as they all assailed him with more, more, more. Elias began to run, but it seemed the creatures were able to keep up with him as they continued to pelt him with darts. Elias dropped another one of his fairies, hoping that it would help him run faster, faster. Points didn’t matter if he didn’t escape this encounter with his life. Darts were sprouting from every muscle in his body, he felt like. He didn’t realize that he had lost the pack of erklings that was pursuing him until he returned to his cage and realized that the cackling that was ringing in his ears was just an echo. Elias tried to survey himself, but the pain was enough that it blurred his vision, and he was left plucking the darts out of his body just by his sense of touch. Elias shoved the fairy into the cage, sighing loudly. The points didn’t seem to be worth the damage the creatures had caused, and once he had removed the darts, he had a few dozen pinpricks oozing blood all over his body.
Elias was startled by the sound of the gong. The thought of trying to return to his cage before the gong hadn’t even occurred to him in the crazy pursuit. The momentary sharpness was enough for Elias to realize that there was a vial at his feet, obviously from the organizers of the tournament. He hoped that it was to heal his wounds, but Elias wasn’t sure if he could trust it. But the chances that it would be a healing potion were high enough that Elias was willing to risk it, and with crossed fingers, he downed the drink.
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Sept 6, 2017 19:04:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2017 19:04:06 GMT -7
Surprisingly this seemed to be getting easier and easier for Anna, which was a bit of luck, she thought. Finally. After the acromantulas, erumpent, dragon and hinkypunk that she had to deal with in the other tasks, this was relaxing. Still, she was trying to stay on her guard. Anna definitely didn't want to lull herself into a false sense of security and end up running into something extremely dangerous. Especially after hearing that cackling noise a little while earlier. Those kinds of sounds definitely were not encouraging.
So this time she decided to go in a new direction. Anna wandered, not running into any walls, or anything really. She just walked until she saw some shimmering a little ways ahead. There were five fairies! She grabbed two green ones and one red, turning back around and moving carefully to her base once more. Honestly, she could not believe that she'd gotten so far and not run into anything yet. She was pretty sure that when everything changed, creatures or at least something was released onto the field. This was not her normal kind of luck, but she was enjoying it all the same.
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Sept 6, 2017 19:24:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2017 19:24:38 GMT -7
Well, the potion didn’t kill him, so Elias was going to count that one as a win. Once more into the breach. Elias was certainly warier with his venturing out into the mist after his encounter with the erklings, but he knew that the altercation couldn’t keep him stuck at his cage for the rest of the tournament. He didn’t want to lose again, and just sitting around twiddling his thumbs because he was afraid to run into more monsters. That was just a part of the Tournament, and if they were going to keep giving him potions to patch himself up, then this was automatically better than the second task – he hadn’t had time to tend to his wounds then.
Once again, Elias didn’t have much idea of which direction that he wanted to go in. He didn’t hear any more cackling, which meant that the erklings were moving to a different area of the arena… he hoped. Elias tried to keep his eyes and ears focused on any signs of approaching creatures, but the mist didn’t help with that. It didn’t muffle sounds, obviously, but Elias felt like every noise could be coming from every direction, and the disorientation that came with not being able to see didn’t help with that. Even though this was the last task, Elias began making some mental plans to better his senses. There was no way that someone who was part-wolf should be able to walk through a forest and not tell where a sound was coming from! Even if the wolf part of him didn’t do much except for on the full moon, Elias knew that the human part of him still could get better. That was kind of the point of the Tournament, right? To improve himself?
Elias was cut off in his bordering-philosophical musings when he saw fairies flittering in front of him. It was strange, how much like a wall the mist was, instead of naturally diffusing like regular mist. One minute, the fairies weren’t there, and the next, they were. Elias was sure that he should have been strategizing more about which of the four fairies that he should take – there were four of them, which meant he had to leave one behind – but honestly, he just picked the ones that were least reluctant to be gathered. His return to the cage felt rather anticlimactic after his battle with the erklings, and Elias wondered briefly how the rest of the Champions were faring as he gazed at his cage full of fairies.
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Sept 8, 2017 21:02:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2017 21:02:11 GMT -7
Anna was done with this task. Mostly because she was bored and trying desperately to not be bored. Gathering fairies was not a very entertaining task, after all. However, she was trying to not jinx herself by taking her good luck for granted. That was easier said than done since she'd gone through a bunch of rounds now without anything really happening to her. Sure, there was that one time when that earthquake came and things got super depressing and nerve-wracking, but she wasn't really struggling with that anymore. As she'd gone through each round, the bad feelings slowly ebbed away and now they were hardly there. Interesting, but she was glad for that.
Still, she was bored, which was bad because it lead to her making foolish decisions. Like the decision to roam farther and farther from her base. She couldn't help it! Maybe running into someone or something would be worth it, she debated as she walked. Then she shook her head. No, it would not be pleasant to run into anyone here. She had to remember that inside the task, she didn't have any friends. Either way, Anna wandered. She hadn't found any fairies yet, so she at least had to keep on walking until she found something. Then she saw a glittering light up ahead. Smiling to herself, Anna started moving more quickly towards the light. It might be going easily, but she'd take what she could get.
Suddenly something moved suddenly beside her and Anna found herself being lifted into the air by her ankle so tightly she couldn't help but cry out a little. She twisted around to see a green forest troll with stringy green and brown hair. He was looking at her with a somewhat confused expression on his face and Anna did some quick thinking. She lifted her wand, about try something to get him to release her, though she wasn't quite sure what that was. The beast saw her lifting the wand and dropped her, stepping away from her a few steps, his expression growing angry. In an effort to protect her wand when she fell- she'd be useless without it- Anna twisted and ended up landing on her left side. She grunted as she hit the ground, her ankle already sore from the troll's tight grip. Anna rolled over to get to her feet, noticing a few scrapes from her fall. She cringed as a burst of pain shot up her arm when she used it to ride to her feet. Once she was standing she inspected it to figure out what was wrong. Everything seemed fine, but the wrist hurt pretty bad, but not badly enough she couldn't move it. Huh. It was probably just sprained or something. Anna lifted her wand, somehow forgetting about the troll for a moment as she was trying to fix her wrist. At the sight of her wand again, the troll roared, grabbing its club from the ground nearby. Anna took a step backward, trying to decide what to do. He started charging, swinging his club at her and Anna did the first thing that came to mind. " Incendio!" she shouted, firing right at his club. To her surprise, it lit right away. The troll dropped it and gave her a terrified look before running away, back into the mist.
Anna took a few steps back, gathering her breath when she saw the glistening of the fairies again. Darn fairies. This task was ridiculous and pointless, but since she had to go through it she was going to get those fairies, despite the minor aches and pains and the throbbing of her wrist.
She should have turned around. After about five steps she heard a high-pitched cackle. It was strange, somewhat entrancing and nerve-wracking at the same time and Anna found herself conflicted. Go toward the sound, or after her fairies? After a few second's deliberation, she decided to go with the second option. She wasn't here to investigate weird noises, after all. She started moving once more, then gasped when she started hearing little popping sounds all around her. What in the world was going on- ow! Anna looked down at her leg when something pricked it painfully. Her eyebrows furrowed and she grabbed the object protruding from her. A dart? Suddenly things started coming together for her. Crap. Erklings. The darts were a bit thicker now and Anna was trying to move away from them, but obviously they were magical darts and she found herself not moving as quickly as she should be, especially with all the adrenaline coursing through her. The thing was, there were too many darts and each one seemed to have some sort of varying effect on her. Some made her tired, others itched. She thought one on her back was bleeding. This was NOT okay. She was so distracted by each dart that hit her that she had a hard time coming up with something to do. Then a thought came to mind. "Immobulous!" she shouted. The darts froze and Anna started pivoting, methodically shooting spells in all directions, at every creature she saw. They started ducking and dodging, some turning their backs and once she felt like most of them were running, Anna turned and did the same. To heck with this. Fairies weren't worth any of this. She'd just go back to her base and try again next round.
The journey went a lot faster than she expected, but Anna still felt exhausted. She hurt ALL over. Her wrist and foot ached from the troll and the erklings caused several varying problems as well. She was bleeding and probably looked a sight, but when she got back to her base she saw a potion. Strange. Well, they didn't want to kill her with the task so Anna gave it a shot, drinking it all in one go.
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Sept 9, 2017 0:17:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2017 0:17:09 GMT -7
Émile wasn’t sure when he got back to his base. There were bandages and healing potions there again. Pretending not to need them like last time would spell doom for his run at first place. At this point though, things were starting to look grim. That was two rounds in a row without fairies. He figured he could patch himself up in time for the next round, but his body wasn’t having any of that. So the next round started and finished with Émile slumped up against the wall of his base. Frustrations were building as he realized that he was starting to fall back by a lot. At most, that was nine less fairies than the other two had. If they ran into similar problems like he had, maybe it was closer. The fact remained that he hadn’t achieved anything for three rounds. With the gong sounding the end of the third one, he pushed himself to his feet. He couldn’t do this for another round. The potion’s effects had mostly worked their way through his body, and he had time to fix the broken bones. There was still a lot wrong with him after the two run-ins, but that could wait for now.
The gong went again, and Émile headed off in an unknown destination. Like he had done the last round he went out, he tried to keep it close to the base in case something came chasing after him. He was positive that they were unable to get within a certain distance of the bases, so using that to collect fairies nearby seemed like a good idea to him. Wandering around like he had at the start, Émile came to a clearing in the fog that held three fairies. Only three. No more, no less. Edging slowly towards them in case it was a trap, he quickly snatched them out of the air, running back to his base to deposit the points that he deserved.
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Sept 10, 2017 17:50:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2017 17:50:15 GMT -7
This Task is paused due to a hiatus! It will resume as soon as the hiatus has elapsed.
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Sept 12, 2017 6:32:07 GMT -7
Post by Admin Sora on Sept 12, 2017 6:32:07 GMT -7
This will be resuming today. Results will be sent out later today and champions will have until the 14th at midnight (mountain time) to post their responses.
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Sept 12, 2017 19:02:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2017 19:02:37 GMT -7
This was it. The home stretch. Elias had been counting the number of gongs, and he had estimated the time between each gong to be about three minutes… which meant that their thirty minutes to collect as many fairies as possible was about to be up. Elias was proud of himself – he had managed to conserve his energy fairly well, and other than the one run-in with the erklings, he had been doing well in the latter half of the Tournament. The initial wave of despair had been difficult to overcome, but not overwhelming. Now, he just had one thing left to do: finish this task, and finish this Tournament. He moved with a new vigor, knowing that the Tournament was almost done, and what felt like the moment after he departed from his cage, came across three blue fairies. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, and Elias was begging for any fairy that could give him the last boost in points that he would need to come in first in this task. In fact, he didn’t even care about first. He’d be happy with second – as long as he wasn’t last again. Elias thought that crossing his fingers would be a little childish (and difficult, given the fairies he was holding), but he was really hoping that he could end the Tournament on a high note. He returned to his cage one last time, the gong thundering in his ears just as he put his fairies in the cage.
It was over.
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