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Date: January 16th, 2013
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It is now: Year 7 - Day 4 - Supper/Quidditch Practice
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| Read Today's Daily Prophet: Knights of Walpurgis attack Hogwarts; Belleford steps down as Hogwarts closes until further notice |
| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
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| Deleted User | Aug 24 2009, 04:21:33 PM Post #241 |
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Shooting a deer had proven more challenging than Piotr had though. He figured he could just use his magic to redirect or chase the buck he was shooting at. But those animals move very fast and are quite alert. The extrasensory charm he was using made it easy to spot them, but it was almost as if the animals had an extrasensory charm of their own. They always seemed to notice him coming. And if that wasn't difficult enough, the range of his homing charm wasn't far enough to chase the buck half-way across the forest. Sighing (and now clenching his teeth for the pain in his arm for having to use it to at least fire the arrow and get it going so that the charm could kick in and chase his target), Piotr summoned his arrow back for the third time. At last, after more stumbling through the forest, he saw that there were three in a small clearing, feeding on some foliage. Six doe and a buck. And this one was a monster--no, a king. At least five--maybe five and-a-half hands tall and noble in both stature, and the way he grazed at the grass, all the while keeping a look out for danger to his herd. A crown of thorns grew from the head of this great Lord of the Forest (though, Piotr thought with some displeasure, one of the centaurs might wish to lay claim to that title, if they were all as arrogant as Draconius). If the task was giving points for the size and majesty of the prey, this one was a winner. However, Piotr did not make to shoot it. He felt it a crime to kill a buck so old, something his muggle father had taught him when he'd tried to teach Piotr how to hunt in order to suppliment the family's dwindling stores of food one winter (a drought had plagued them during the growing season, so there were few vegetables to eat, and, worse, little hay or grain to feed the livestock). Even then Piotr had been a lousy hunter. He seemed to make too much noise when he walked, though this group had yet to notice him, and the moon light from the clearing made them visible without Piotr having to shine his wand light on them, thus running a greater risk of spooking the beasts. It was generally acceptable to kill young bucks, because, by some law of nature, there could only be one male to a herd, and he kept all the doe for himself. Any were welcome to try and take the herd from the dominant male, however, and it would come to pass that one of the bucks would be defeated and have to and live a life of seclusion, despite being social animals requiring the company of others. Most did not live long because of this, and so to kill an old buck seemed inconceivable. He was king here, and he'd fought long and hard to stay that way. Piotr had no right to take a life so valiantly fought for again and again. He would go elsewhere. |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Aug 24 2009, 06:59:18 PM Post #242 |
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Examining the bow in his hands, he listened to Bannishtar speak about the challenge, "I have to kill an animal? Wow this is not going to be easy," shaking his head at the thought of how challenging this would end up proving. Magic could assist him but ultimately this arrow had to kill a deer or a squirrel or whatever he found. "Thank you, Professor. I will return as soon as I can." He took off back in the direction he had come, not wanting to lose his bearings by charging off in yet another direction, holding the bow face down as if he had a clue about how to use it properly. Tristan had seen people fire bows before, sure, but knew it wouldn't be as easy as it looked, not to hunt a blisteringly quick and agile deer. He stopped to prepare himself and figure out his plan of attack. His mind recalled the Enhanced Reflexes Charm he had read about back when they had first begun the Dueling Club, figuring that could only help him in firing this weapon successfully, "Celeresponsum." Immediately, he could feel his senses heighten, and his fear lessen. Whatever was hidden in the darkness was now much less likely to catch him unawares. But for now the hard part was going to be finding a deer to actually try and hunt. He began to run again, scanning the trees to his left and right, eagerly searching for any sign of movement. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 24 2009, 08:30:50 PM Post #243 |
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Piotr had finally manged it. Breathing heavily, he gave Draconius a look of subtle smugness as he threw the carcass of the doe from off his shoulders onto the cold, hard forest floor in front of the gray centaur. The centaur snorted, scrutinizing Piotr's catch with a look of incredulity. "There are at least six arrows stuck in this doe," said Draconius, "I gave you only one arrow...how did you...?" "A duplication charm," said Piotr, "I tried many times to kill a doe, but they are fast and even though I could enchant an arrow to follow them, the enchantment would run out of steam before the deer vould. So, I tried a duplication spell as I fired the arrow. The doe could dodge one arrow inexpertly shot, but not several dozen." "And yet," said the centaur impatiently, "I told you that you must fell your target with only the one arrow. We'll be telling Belleford about this. You'll lose your little game for sure." Draconius sneered. It was the gray centaur's turn to be smug. "And how can you tell me that the arrow that killed this doe is not the original one?" said Piotr, not losing face. "I..." muttered the centaur, his smug expression evaporating as his eyes scanned the carcass. "Yes?" "...Can't." "Because they are all completely identical," said Piotr, "Now I vould like my next task, if you vould not mind." "Fine," growled Draconius, much to Piotr's amusement, "Your next task is to sit there for a little while." "Vat!?" This time Piotr lost the composure he'd assumed in order to deal with the centaur. Piotr did not know if the centaur was fooling him this time or not. What if he was deliberately trying to make him lose the competition? What if it was part of the task? "I said wait here while I dress this carcass," growled Draconius, "Or are you not sure who to trust in this game?" The centaur lowered himself to the ground so that his four legs were folded beneath his equine body. He ranted all through the cleaning of the carcass, going on about how all these competitions that "you humans" put so much stock in only inspire derision, rivalry, and distrust for each other, not unity or friendship. Sure, the centaurs had contests as well, but they were often more friendly, during festivals, and were never anything more than a wrestling match or a shooting competition. These contests were short, and there were no "mind games" to be had which caused the centaurs to fear or resent one another. Piotr simply sat and listened. Despite the crassness of Draconius, Piotr couldn't help but think that the centaur certainly raised a few interesting points. He refrained, however, from making this a conversation. Piotr was no stranger to the cleaning of carcasses, and even offered to help, though, mostly just as a friendly gesture. He felt that he would rather like to keep as much distance between him and the gray centaur as possible. However, the sight of the dressing of the doe was not repulsive to him. The skin and hair was stripped off first, well, after the deer had been properly gutted. It was a rather bloody affair. Then, meat was stripped in fillets from the thickest parts of the carcass. Draconius used a stone knife for all of this, and was surprisingly adept with it. The knife cut through skin and sinew like butter. At last, the gray centaur said "Here." Piotr looked up. He'd been admiring the centaur's handiwork with the blade to the point where he was staring at what the centaur had already done and not what he was doing. In the centaur's hand was a strip of hide, covered in brown fur. "Vat am I to do with this?" "It is your reward for doing my hunting for me," said Draconius, "Now are you ready for your next challenge?" Piotr took the patch of fur and nodded, wondering both what the next assignment would be, and what this strip of hide had to do with anything. Belleford had said this was a scavenger hunt, so he supposed this was the first item he had to find. Funny having a scavenger hunt without a list. |
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| Alastor Moody | Aug 24 2009, 08:46:14 PM Post #244 |
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"And the Durmstrang champion takes the lead, as he has found the first item," Moody's voice thundered across the lawn at the edge of the forest, "Used a duplication charm to fell a deer with a single arrow made into several. Not bad, though I would have just made the arrow appear straight in front of the doe if it had tried to escape, make it run right into it. "The champions," Moody went on, "have been tasked with felling an animal with a single arrow. They can use magic, but the arrow has to kill the target. Piotr has manged to do this, and has been rewarded with the first item needed to complete this task. However, he is also the first to sustain a heavy injury. One of those Red Cap-hybrid creatures had managed to get its teeth into his arm. Looks bad. Bit straight through skin, bone, and that armor he was wearing. Not much use, was it, boy? Nurse O'Malley had best get down here when the task is done. And yet, Rasputin soldiers on. Good on him, I guess. I wouldn't have let it happen in the first place, though. When will they learn that in a fight with multiple adversaries, its not who you've got your wand pointed at that you better be watching, its who you don't have at wand point that you better keep an eye on. Constant vigilance!" Edited by Alastor Moody, Aug 24 2009, 08:51:33 PM.
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| Cole Abott | Aug 24 2009, 08:50:02 PM Post #245 |
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For a long moment she regarded him with a cool almost blank gaze. She was a little lost in her own world, thinking of where they could go next, what would happen and if Tinsley would care. Not that Cole cared if Tinsley cared, but it would certainly have an effect on them if she did. She shivered a little, not from the cold biting wind that once more whipped her hair around her angel's face, but from the idea of what was going to happen next. She had a vague idea, but who knows? Sometimes all it took to make her feel alive was good conversation, and she had to prepare to receive only that. She took one more step forward and trailed her fingers from the base of his neck to halfway down his chest, twining her fingers around the fabric of his clothes. She tugged gently as she turned away from the task, pulling him with her. She dropped her hand away and looked back at him over her shoulder. "It's a secret, so you'll just have to trust me." She smiled slyly and practically floated away towards the Astronomy Tower, Ian following her obediently all the way there. |
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| James Beckley | Aug 24 2009, 09:18:20 PM Post #246 |
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He bit his tongue, resisting the urge to look at Mike and ask him if he was related to any Jarveys. Not that he even knew him or anything. He could've been the nicest person in the world, but Bex was just a little bitter about Avery being pulled away from him. "Really," he asked, giving Avery a more genuine smile, though not his usual grin. "That's interesting. It really is. What else do you know?" He was being completely sincere, not trying to mock her, and it showed. He was legitimately interested in what she had to say. He'd always been rather intrigued by magical creatures, not that he would have ever admitted that at Durmstrang. Here, though, he felt a little more free to admit his interest. |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Aug 24 2009, 09:57:58 PM Post #247 |
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Tristan had been jogging for several minutes when without warning he stumbled into a small clearing to find several deer grazing quietly. Pulling up sharply, he tried to make as little noise and movement as possible, less he scare the creatures away. The Reflex Enhancement was making a noticeable difference, the deer's slightest movement picked up and noticed by the young Champion. Lifting the bow and fitting the arrow into place, he pulled the drawstring back and attempted to take aim at the closest creature. However within seconds he knew he was never going to success in striking a deer down with this heavy weapon; it was simply too primitive and required too steady a hand which his nerves and anxiousness were making quite impossible. Tristan lowered the bow and considered his next move. The arrow had to kill the deer and he could use magic to assist only in that task. He lifted his wand and stared at it, running through spells in his mind, searching for one that might be useful. And yet perhaps it was the simplest option that would prove to be most likely to succeed. "Wingardium Leviosa," he whispered, his wand pointed at the arrow he had been given. Just like every other item he had magicked to fly over the years, the arrow too lifted gently into the air and hovered wherever his wand pointed. It may have been one of the first Charms a wizard learned but he felt he had more luck this way than by trying to shoot the bow. He slowly began to guide the arrow towards the nearest dear, being extremely cautious to not make a single sound to startle the creature. After a good two minutes of slow, deliberate work the arrow was hovering soundlessly above the grazing deer, the animal still oblivious to the impending attack. Tristan took a deep breath to steady himself before a quick downward slash with his wand drove the magicked arrow towards his prey and into its exposed neck. Blood immediately began spewing forth from the wound, the deer taking off in fright and panic. This movement sent the other deer in the herd packing into the trees. There was now no need to remain hidden and silent, his prey now at his mercy. Tristan burst forth from the bushes, his wand again pointed at the escaping deer, "Immobulus!" he roared. A flash of blue saw his quarry freeze mid leap before crashing to the ground in an awkward position. He raced over to its side, somewhat horrified at how calmly he had just executed an innocent creature, not to mention the blood still pouring from its neck. Knowing it had to be the arrow to fell the animal he left it sticking from its landing spot, figuring after a minute or so the deer would indeed be dead. Taking the time to catch his breath and steady his heartbeat, Tristan realised just how beautiful this creature truly was, and how easily he had snuffed its life out. He had never killed anything before, apart from the murderous Red Caps in 3rd year, but it was hard to feel pity for such vile creatures. Yet this deer was something different. Perhaps he was being hypocritical, feeling remorse for killing some creatures and not others, but he couldn't help it. A tear escaped his right eye as he brushed at it furiously, breathing deeply as he attempted to hold them in. He was glad nobody else was around to see his display. After a minute he could see the life leave the eyes of the slain deer. "Mobilicorpus," he said quietly, the deer carcass hovering off the ground as he began to run back to Bannishtar to get his next clue. OOC - Banni, can you godmode my arrival at your position. |
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| June Brooks | Aug 25 2009, 03:05:29 PM Post #248 |
 
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June nodded at Rodrigo, he was right, she couldn't put it back in her ear. But she really couldn't see any other options. She didn't have pockets, and she didn't want to ruin her clothes by fastening them to her skirt or shirt. Turning to face Rodrigo, June took off the other one, "Yeah, can you take care of them for me, I'm still pocketless," She dropped the two small, yellow gems into Rodrigo's hand, before turning to listen to Moody. "They have to kill a animal?" hissed June, waving her hand, "That's cruell! Slaying innocent, poor animals for sport?!" Two sad eyes looked at Rodrigo, and June added, "The poor deer..."-Images of a deer laying slain by a dozin arrows, bleeding as Poitr smiled smugly...-"What did it do to deserve something as barbaric as this?" |
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| Deleted User | Aug 25 2009, 03:31:53 PM Post #249 |
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Bannishtar looked up just as Tristan Nighshade returned. In front of him, hovering above the ground, was a young buck, limp and lifeless. An arrow was lodged in its neck. Tristan himself looked quite remorseful. "Come here, Mr. Nightshade," said Banni. "Something is bothering you, is it not?" Banni was fairly certain he already knew what it was. |
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| Rodrigo Caparelli | Aug 25 2009, 03:45:11 PM Post #250 |
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Rodrigo nodded and closed his hand around the two earrings. "Sure." he said with a smile. Rod dropped the yellow gems into his trouser pocket, leaving his hand in there with them for a while. Rodrigo's other arm remained on the part of the bench behind him, making the way he was sitting a little more comfortable. But at least he didn't have to worry about any gum being there. Or so he hoped. Rod frowned as he heard what Moody was saying. "But, June. That's life," he said simply. He wasn't a hunter himself, but Rodrigo had known many, and he'd learned to conclude over the years that killing was just a part of everyday life as much as sleeping was. Even if it was for sport. But even then the animals would somehow work themselves into shops and such, ready to be eaten by humans. And the only was to partially solve it was to go vegetarian. But, even then the problem was still there - other people would eat the meat, and one less person wouldn't make that much of a difference. If the whole world went veggie, then a large change would be made, but, it wouldn't be normality. And besides which, the likelihood of every human on earth not eating meat was minimal. Humans had to eat to survive, and sure they could grow vegetables, but it's not quite what you call a balanced diet. Rodrigo imagined how bare the tables would be at mealtimes in Hogwarts if there was no meat. It just didn't feel right. So what started out as a sport, had become a part of his life, June's life, and everyone elses. He sighed and went back to listening to Moody. "I know what you mean, though. It isn't the nicest of things to set as a task. But, you never know, it might not have just been for sport." he shrugged. "There could have been something bigger to it than that. You know, food or something?" he paused. "Besides which, those animals were going to die anyway, at some point." Rodrigo felt sorry for the poor creatures, their lives had been cut short for the sake of the Triwizard Tournament. And what was that Moody had just said? First item? "That must mean the task isn't over yet, then." Rodrigo shuddered. If they had to kill more things to get other 'items', then it was inhumane. But as he had said, there might have been something bigger to it than that. Rodrigo was sure there was a plentiful supply of creatures in that forest though, but the more slain, was a greater loss to the wildlife - the beautiful creatures. But, that was life, he supposed. "It didn't do anything." Rodrigo said sadly. The poor deer was an innocent creature, just going about it's everyday life as Rodrigo was. But, Rod couldn't stop himself picturing it lying on the forest floor, surrounded in it's own spilled blood. The heartbeat fading with the minutes, a few rasping breaths escaping from the deer's throat as it clung to a life that was nearly over. Rod felt sick. "Looks like the Durmstrang champion is ahead though," Rodrigo pointed out, changing the subject. |
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| June Brooks | Aug 25 2009, 04:18:34 PM Post #251 |
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June laid her head on Rodrigo's shoulder for a short second, feeling the heavy fabric of her scarf try tug her down, "What would I do without you?" beamed June, removing the medium length, dark hairstraw which clinged to her mascara. Lifting the ends of her friends fine, dark hair, she held it between her middle finger and index finger. Letting it fall down again, June tried to picture Rodrigo with short hair. He wouldn't look half as good then, decided June, and swore that she would kill him if he ever got his head skinned. The thought of Rod half-bald just seemed wrong. Listening to him talk, June feigned interest. She really didn't want him to lecture her, she had teachers for that. She wanted for him to agree with her, just like that. Was it that hard to understand? Still she just mimicked whatever movement he did, like June tended to do when she found conversations boring and simply dull. "Yupp," said June, "Seems like that, I still hope Tristan wins, he deserves it much more than a deerkilling, skull-smashing durmstrang," she wrapped on of her hands into her scarf, leaving the other one on her lap, in case Rod wanted to take it, "He's far too violent, there are nicer ways to do things," |
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| Rodrigo Caparelli | Aug 25 2009, 05:06:35 PM Post #252 |
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Rodrigo chuckled as June played with his hair. It had grown rather long, he tended to let it do that sometimes. Then of course, he would have it cut a little shorter, just enough so he didn't look overly silly. Rod preferred it a medium length anyhow, if it was longer then it irritated him. And if shorter, then his head felt a lot more bald. He hoped he wouldn't be one of those old men who had no hair, how would he feel then? But, nature had to do what it had to do, and if he was one of those destined for an older life with no hair, then so be it. "You know i'll always be there for you, June." Rodrigo smiled down at her. They were as close as anything, Rodrigo and June. It wasn't always a case of what June would do without him, but also what he would do without her. And Rodrigo could never stay annoyed with June for long, he always came back to her in the end. When June came back to the task, Rodrigo shrugged. He wasn't that bothered by who won. Although, saying that, Rod had found himself mentally supporting Tristan nevertheless. He had no idea what the other champions' were like, and if June had rightly described the 'Strang, and he was violent then that wholeheartedly made Rodrigo's mind up for him. Besides which, it seemed that most of Hogwarts was rooting for Tris anyway, but whether that was actually supporting Nightshade, or just wanting their school to win, well he was unsure. But, Rod supposed that each school was supporting their own, which was a little competitive, to say the least. "There are nicer way to do things." he agreed with June. Rodrigo did realise that people might be different in extreme situations like the Tournament, so perhaps the way the Durmstrang was doing things was the way to go. After all, he was in the lead. Rodrigo had not heard much about the Beauxbatons student though, aside from what Moody had said about the beetles. From the things he had picked up around the school though, not many were pinning their hopes on her winning. Although, she certainly attracted a lot of male attention, even Rodrigo admired her looks, and he was besotted with Ida. Rodrigo shifted his position, he took his hand out of his pocket and pushed both his arms out infront of him, stretching. Rodrigo then went along each finger, and clicked his knuckles. His mother had once told him that he shouldn't do it, and it was bad for his bones, but Rod didn't mind that much. After all, nowadays it was mostly habit. Besides which, he couldn't remember exactly how it was bad for him, his memory on the details were a little sketchy. |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Aug 25 2009, 07:05:47 PM Post #253 |
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Tristan didn't want to appear weak and so quickly muttered, "I don't like killing an innocent creature like that." He lowered the creature gently to the ground and removed his charm. "Still, that's what I was asked to do and I have. What now?" He was glad that his centaur rendezvous was Professor Bannishtar. He had dealt with other centaurs in the past and they were all considerably less than pleasant. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 25 2009, 08:47:20 PM Post #254 |
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"As I thought," said Bannishtar, patiently, "Come. Sit down." Of course, Mr. Nightshade had never had the experience of killing anything--even if it was for food. He had probably never done so much as to raise his wand to anything that did not threaten him first. Bannishtar thought well of him for that, and for his compassion--when the humans did show this most elusive trait, it was quite beautiful what they could do with it--and yet, he felt there was a bit of hypocrisy in it. After all, some things die so that others can live, but Banni wad quite sure that Tristan was well aware of this. There in lies the hypocrisy, even if it stemmed from a noble state of compassion. There was leather strap wrapped around Banni's waist--or, more precisely, where the human-like half ended and the horse-like half began. Tied to this strap were several leather pouches and a small stone knife in a sheath. Banni extracted the knife, walking over to the carcass of the buck and settling himself in front of it. He lifted one of the deer's back legs with his free hand. Then, without hesitation, and yet, with a manner of pure reverence, Banni plunged the knife into the gut of the dead animal and cut a straight line down its belly up to the chest cavity. The smell was not pleasant. And neither could the sight be described as such. But it had to be done, and Bannishtar reached into the opening he had made and began to pull out the various entrails and other bits of viscera which had to be removed. Unpleasant work, to be sure, but necessary. "You may not have had the experience of killing something what had not done you harm before, Mr. Nightshade," said Banni as he worked, "but do you not, as I have witnessed many times during meals in the Great Hall, partake in the consumption of meat? Were the many chickens and cows and pigs you have consumed the flesh of somehow guilty? Or did you think, perhaps that we had you do this simply for the sport of it?" Bannishtar's voice was more inquisitive than accusatory. Still, he sounded as though he already knew the answer. "Perhaps you're conscience will be eased to know that the food you have brought for us shall be given to those of our heard who, whether due to sickness or injury or the inexperience of young, parentless foals, cannot feed themselves. We often take care of the sick or injured or young, though it is difficult and many die, especially when food is scarce even for those who are healthy and productive within the herd. The Red Cap-hybrid creatures you have encountered in the forest tonight have seen to it that we have a difficult time hunting for ourselves, let alone the needy. They attack deer for their blood and scare off birds. You and your fellow champions have helped to ease much suffering and perhaps even save a few lives." Banni continued to talk as he cleaned and skinned the carcass. "I understand that the act of killing in and of itself is appalling to you, and this is good. It should always be appalling. It is dangerous for one to think otherwise, and can lead much apathy for the suffering of others in an individual. My people would never condone the killing of an animal for pure sport. That is why I had asked you to kill something edible, so that its death may be put to use. My people would not have agreed to guide you through this task if otherwise. "I wonder," Bannishtar looked ponderously at Tristan. "Have you yet to stop and think what these tasks have been designed to do for you, Mr. Nightshade? Apart from testing your nerve and reasoning skills and your ability to wave around that stick of yours? I would think long and hard why it is that Professor Belleford had decided to reinstate the Tournament after so many years, and why, even, why it is that my people have given you such tasks." Bannishtar reached out towards Mr. Nightshade with his left hand. In it was a small scrap of skin and hair. "Take it," he said, "Your reward for services rendered to my people. Now...for your next challenge, I need you to find some herbs for me. Need I tell you which ones? Or can you remember from my classes, Mr. Nightshade?" |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Aug 25 2009, 09:12:01 PM Post #255 |
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Tristan sat stoically upon a nearby rock, watching as Bannishtar set to work slicing up the deer he had killed. The smell hit him like a smack in the face, causing him to heave and cover his nose with his sleeve. He averted his eyes so he didn't have to stare directly into the stomach of the animal, listening to Bannishtar as he spoke. "Were the many chickens and cows and pigs you have consumed the flesh of somehow guilty? This did nothing to help his feeling of guilt, although now it was directed at the dozens of creatures he had personally eaten over the years. And yet the centaur's tone was not accusatory; he was not targeting Tristan for eating meat. Meat was an essential part of many creature's diets, including humans, and it was just a fact of life that some had to die to feed others. As the Professor continued his guilt was alleviated somewhat. Hearing that this dear would go to feed sick or injured or young members of the herd made him feel better about what he had done. And yet it was the final comment that caught Tristan off guard, the Champion lifting his gaze from the ground for the first time during the conversation, looking at Bannishtar directly, "I hadn't really thought about it." He accepted the swatch of fur and hide, examining it for a moment before stuffing it inside his robe pocket. "Sage and mallowsweet, sir?" They were the only two herbs he could remember using. |
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| Professor Nate Aphelion | Aug 25 2009, 09:22:53 PM Post #256 |
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The Professor was standing off to the side with the other Hogwarts staff members, listening intently as Moody commentated on the progress of the Champions. His stomach was in knots and wracked with butterflies as he preyed Mr Nightshade would be alright. And it seemed he was doing well! He was the first to find the centaurs and begin the first challenge within the task - hunting down an edible creature and killing it with a single arrow. Nate over the years and in the course of his travels had killed creatures for food in order to survive but knew it was highly unlikely that any Hogwarts student had ever had to partake in such an act. Nor would the Beauxbatons girl by the look of her. Only the Durmstrang Champion may have possibly had any experience in that field. As such he was curious as to how Tristan in particular would handle it. And yet it seemed his lead had been lost to Rasputin as the Durmstrang boy took the lead, killing his deer first and claiming the trophy. The 2nd clue would involve gathering a number of herbs from the Forest, something he hoped Mr Nightshade's familiarity with the area would help him with. |
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| Julian Kahn | Aug 25 2009, 09:28:14 PM Post #257 |
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Julian sat cockily in the stands. his arm still draped behind Tinsley, listening as Moody told of the serious injury the Durmstrang thug had obtained. "How is it that Nightshade isn't even injured yet? And yet that big thug from the North has obtained a 'heavy injury'? Bah!" He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue in disgust, adjusting himself on the bench to be more comfortable. Earlier he had roared with laughter at Moody's comment about Nightshade's attempt to escape a Red Cap using 'Incarcerous', relishing in the dismissive tone used by the ex-Auror. |
Are you my next victim? Are you my next prey? Created with amazing skill that is Emma. | |
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| Jeremiah Svalbard | Aug 25 2009, 09:46:50 PM Post #258 |
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Jeremiah was seated at the judge's table, taking steady notes as Moody relayed to them what was occuring within the depths of the Forbidden Forest. It was his task as judge to adjudicate properly and since they couldn't see themselves all that was taking place, they had to reply on the comments of that delusional old fool. He knew he didn't really have to do anything with regards to Mr Nightshade until the final task, so long as the boy remained uninjured and able to compete everything would be fine. They would obtain the memory from him and then know the method needed to obtain his Invisibility Cloak. As for the other two Hallows he still had not had much luck. Adeline was still wearing the Resurrection Stone around her neck and he could not take it without being discovered. He had seen the recognition in her eyes as she laid eyes on him and a part of him worried that at any moment the Aurors would swoop. It was seeming more likely that he would need to wait until just before the third task before being able to get the stone and disappear. And that just left the Elder Wand, the Hallo whom he had still yet to find anything about who possessed it. For now he would keep his eyes out and ears open. He sighed inwardly, not enjoying this task at all, knowing it was essential for him to be allowed to roam Hogwarts unhindered. |
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| Alastor Moody | Aug 25 2009, 09:49:19 PM Post #259 |
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"And Mr. Nightshade is the second to pass the first test set by the centaurs of the Forbidden Forest. Mr. Nightshade of Ravenclaw has also slain a deer, this time with charms that a second year could use." One would think Moody's tone was dismissive yet again. And one would be wrong in that assumption. "Very well done I say," Moody's growling, yet appreciative voice sounded over the noise of the crowd, "Too many wizards end up forgetting the basics when they move on to higher levels. So what if you can turn a whistle into a watch and have it sing you the time if you don't think to, or remember how to levitate something and stop fast-moving targets in their tracks? Nightshade wins points in my book for sheer simple efficiency." Moody scanned once more for the Beauxbaton's champion. "While it seems that both the Durmstrang and Hogwarts champions are already on the hunt for the second item, it seems as though the fairy princess of Beauxbatons might be a little lost. I'm not exactly sure what she's doing, honestly. I could have just missed the part where she did something worth talking about. My eye can see anything, but not all at once, of course." |
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| Julian Kahn | Aug 25 2009, 09:57:39 PM Post #260 |
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Julian had again laughed raucously as Moody had dismissed Nightshade's pathetic use of 2nd years spells to slay a deer but was stopped short seconds later when the ex-Auror praised the idiot for keeping it simple. "This is supposed to be a test of magical ability, not how much a person remembers from 2nd Year Charms class!" This was shouted over the crowd at Moody but it was unlikely the old man would hear it over all the noise. Several Slytherins turned and sniggered appreciatively, others laughing obnoxiously at his comment. |
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