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A Harry Potter Quest: He who was not

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[X] We need a Hero - Call for Nally while gathering everyone to retreat as you talk. When she appears, ask her to go and quickly gather enough house elves to evacuate our group to the Great Hall.

Just binged the quest and this makes the most sense.
 
Tabula Rasa said:
House-elfs while strong, aren't omnipotent. They can't simply hear you across all distances. They have large ears to be able to hear noises across their domicile and Hogwarts gives them some additional bonus inside the castle, but they won't hear you this far outside of the castle.
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Sonorous charm from an older student? Does Jaqques know what year that one is taught?

[X] We need a Hero - Call for Nally while gathering everyone to retreat as you talk. When she appears, ask her to go and quickly gather enough house elves to evacuate our group to the Great Hall.
 
[X] We need a Hero - Call for Nally while gathering everyone to retreat as you talk. When she appears, ask her to go and quickly gather enough house elves to evacuate our group to the Great Hall.
 
Tabula Rasa said:
"It leads deep and far", Nally had said when you had asked, but even she could not feel where its end was as it went far outside the castle. Even if you had not yet found the time to walk it to then end you suspected two things; for one, only you knew of that passage and two, it led somewhere into the mountains on the horizon behind the castle. Your heart beat faster in anticipation. What would you find at the end of it?
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Christmas break adventure Ahoy! Although I am loath to have Jacob explore alone. Perhaps Nelly and that Hufflepuff girl who were friends with Sally-Anne?

Also the use of those +5 bonus we have five off.. Too bad we don't have the Red Potion to use to lessen the risk of bad roll adventure.
 
[X] Heads or Tails – There is nothing that you can do to kill a Dementor, but to hurt it? Inconvenience it? You have no clue. This would be the testing of a hypotheses that you had never got to write down. Either it was possible, and you would survive somehow, or you would lose your soul here. Stand your ground and fight while retreating back into the castle.
-[X] We need a Hero - Call for Nally while gathering everyone to retreat as you talk. When she appears, ask her to go and quickly gather enough house elves to evacuate our group to the Great Hall.
 
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  • [X] We need a Hero - Call for Nally while gathering everyone to retreat as you talk. When she appears, ask her to go and quickly gather enough house elves to evacuate our group to the Great Hall.
    [X] Heads or Tails – There is nothing that you can do to kill a Dementor, but to hurt it? Inconvenience it? You have no clue. This would be the testing of a hypotheses that you had never got to write down. Either it was possible, and you would survive somehow, or you would lose your soul here. Stand your ground and fight while retreating back into the castle.
    [X] Heads or Tails – There is nothing that you can do to kill a Dementor, but to hurt it? Inconvenience it? You have no clue. This would be the testing of a hypotheses that you had never got to write down. Either it was possible, and you would survive somehow, or you would lose your soul here. Stand your ground and fight while retreating back into the castle.
    -[X] We need a Hero - Call for Nally while gathering everyone to retreat as you talk. When she appears, ask her to go and quickly gather enough house elves to evacuate our group to the Great Hall.
    [X] Heads or Tails
    [X] Heads or Tails – There is nothing that you can do to kill a Dementor, but to hurt it? Inconvenience it? You have no clue. This would be the testing of a hypotheses that you had never got to write down. Either it was possible, and you would survive somehow, or you would lose your soul here. Stand your ground and fight while retreating back into the castle.
    -[X] We need a Hero - Call for Nally while gathering everyone to retreat as you talk. When she appears, ask her if she can apparate or teleport all of you at once to the great hall, or if she can quickly go gather some more house elves and have them teleport to you to whisk you all to safety. If that won't work, ask her bring Professor Flitwick to protect you.
    [x] Plan Don't Panic
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2.6 October, 1993
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    • [X] We need a Hero - Call for Nally while gathering everyone to retreat as you talk. When she appears, ask her to go and quickly gather enough house elves to evacuate our group to the Great Hall.

    Present Date: 23th​ October 1993
    Current Wand: Fagus wood, Phoenix feather core

    The two Dementors heading your way had not yet reached the stadium when they turned for you. Now that you knew what was happening, it was fascinating to actually feel the changes. Time slowed as you remembered something.


    Someone was throwing stones into the lake. You looked up to watch the ripples it caused in the dark and blue water. Sunshine was tickling your tanned skin as your body tried to absorb as much of it as possible, before winter hit again. This far up in the north it was exceedingly hard to get through the winter days, so you tried to make the most out of these last weeks of summer.

    When you looked down at your book again, you continued reading a chapter that your class would surely focus on in a few weeks from now. By now you were quite comfortably ahead with your studies.

    'Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them. Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself. Soulless and evil. You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life.'

    You'd never heard of these creatures before they were stationed at Hogwarts. What could move someone to use something so dark and foul? What madness drove someone to bring them near a school?

    Right now, you weren't sure if even you were curious enough for wanting to experience them in person. This time a book might be more than enough.

    There was no way you were getting anywhere near something this foul and evil.


    Only now did you realize that you were shivering. Your eyes darted to the small group that had gathered around you. Four individuals you mostly didn't know. All of them pale as a piece of parchment, none of them moving out of shock. Precious seconds passed as the cloaked creatures picked up their speed. Even seeing them move for the first time in your life, there was no way all of you could reach the castle that was up the hills behind you without them catching up to you.

    You were the first to speak out of the group of five.

    For a second you thought about standing your ground and fight. You discarded the idea instantly. No spell you knew could hurt a Dementor. That possibility was out of your league and judging by the pale faces of those around you, it was also out of their reach.

    Then you thought about derivations of that plan. You could tell them to go for the castle and try to move in another direction; tell all of them to split up so that at least some could escape; or just run for it and let destiny decide who the slowest of you guys was. One thing all of these plans had in common: Someone would most likely fall to the cloaked figures.

    Only when you realized your peril, did an idea come to your mind. Something that may or may not work. You tried to formulate your thoughts, articulate and elaborate what you had thought through.

    But in the end, there was only one word to say: "Run!"

    And just like that the spell was broken. All four students snapped out of their momentary shock to look back at you, as you grabbed the youngest Slytherin by the arm and pushed him into the direction of the castle.

    "Run!" the tall Gryffindor repeated after a second, pulling Nott and Bobbin with him. You didn't focus on their faces as soon as you saw that they'd started moving. Either they could cope with the stress or they could not. As the oldest habitant of your home island loved to say: "Time was of the essence."

    "Nally!" you shouted as loud as you could.


    How fast does Nally come? (+ LCK) 1D100+2 → 49 (47 + 2)


    Now that you had a clear path in mind, you realized for the first time how sharp your mind was in this very moment. It was just like your experience in the hidden floor behind the mirror. It seemed that a life or death situation gave you otherwise needed focus. Right in this second your mind was sorted. Usually, you felt like a spectator inside your brain, trying to concentrate on a single bee. All while being surrounded by a hive of them calling for your attention.

    Instead, there was only you and reality. No stray thought was in the way. You were in control of your senses.

    The blades of grass were crushed with every step, an experience that was alien to you. Sensing and hearing the crunching under your feet was a novel event, underlining the fact that the world around you had radically changed in the last minute.

    You could hear the heavy breathing coming from the students running by your side, even see the heavy mist that formed around them. After just a few frantic steps, you started to feel the strain on your lungs. The large field around had been enveloped by an icily cold as the temperature skipped months forward to the depths of winter.

    Where the fields of Hogwarts had always been a peaceful place for you, right now you felt like you didn't belong. Coldness and death were reaching for you and yours. The desert of ice and darkness was screaming in agony at you defying their will.

    Your mother was swinging back and forth. There was a scream. Then another one. Someone was in pain. Your brother's eyes were staring at you. Your mother was swinging back and forth.

    With every passing step it was becoming more difficult to discern reality from vision. You had never been so cold. A shout broke through the cold. You mostly didn't hear it.

    "Nally!" you shouted again.

    Your own voice pushed you out of trance. You were still running, everything was clear again. The cracking of the grass below your feet sounded muffled and subdued, as if the icy cold had started to even swallow sound. When had the air become ice-cold water?

    Trying to get a grasp of your surroundings, you finally realized that the small Slytherin was a dozen steps closer to the castle than you were. Surprisingly, he was the fastest of you by far. To your left you saw Bobbin pulling Nuts behind her to give him direction. While it had been him pushing her forward in the beginning, now he was clearly slowing her down. His eyes were only half open, blindly following where the Hufflepuff was dragging him to. Only when you saw the frozen sweat on his face, did you realize the cold ice on yours.

    The young Slytherin, the Hufflepuff and the Gryffindor were all accounted for. Someone was missing. You turned your head between two steps and took a second to look back. Things fell into place in your mind then. The screams you'd heard before hadn't been imagined. While the younger Slytherin was ahead of you, the older of the two had fallen behind.

    Nott was on the ground, screaming out of the top of his lung and trying to crawl forward. His face was dirty and sweaty and he was clearly struggling to move into your direction.


    1D100+11 → 38( 27 + 11) #DC 35 Investigation Roll → Success!


    Looking up at the Dementors, you could see that they had shortened the distance by half. The effects on yourself had been gradually getting worse and looking down at Nott it seemed that he was having the worst of it. A simple increase in effect by distance would not account for all of the difference. Nuts was clearly taking it worse than Bobbin and Nott was being affected the most. It seemed as if there were a few additional factors missing. Was the experience worse if you had a series of bad memories? Did the Dementors need to focus on their prey? If Nott had fallen behind from the beginning, would he have been affected the most?

    By now, you had stopped in your tracks. One thing was clear; the Slytherin on the ground was not going to snap out of his delirium all by himself. He had lost to the foul magic of the Dementors. Even in your clear state of mind, you felt the coldness sink deep into your bones. It didn't matter that you identified is at a forced vision; blue eyes as sharp as they had been in the great hall were watching you from beyond the grave. With a step forward into the direction of the Dementors, you forced yourself to focus. A second after you had stopped and turned, your wand was in your hand.


    What do you do? 1D100+15 → 103(88 + 15) #DC 50, 90 … GM is disgusted by your luck.


    Rarely had you been clearer about a situation. There was nothing feasible for you to do now. No single magic spell in your arsenal could pull Nott to you, make him move into your direction or even slow the Dementors down. The truth was that you knew that almost any other student in your shoes would call this a riddle without an answer.

    Another truth you went by was that any and each riddle had at least one feasible solution. Nothing was unsolvable. A brilliant mind was not someone who knew a lot of things, but someone who knew how to discover new things.

    There was one obvious wrong answer; Wingardium Leviosa. The levitation spell would be to sluggish, to slow in moving the Slytherin and it would end in both of you being at the mercy of the Dementors if no one came to save you it in time. This specific riddle had a right answer though. You just needed to grasp for it.

    A thin stick of carefully carved Fagus wood moved through the air. It swished right, before dipping down and making a right curve upwards. The phoenix feather inside pulsated as if delighted by what you were trying to do. You pushed the forced visions to the side, clearly imagining the change in reality you wanted to create. There was no room for another's reality, be it as morbid as it wanted to be. Your wand pushed down, then it rose to the left, before moving back to the right. For a single second, you were one with reality.

    "Lapifors!", you shouted. And reality bent to your will.

    The rabbit transformation had worked on small objects before. Academically you knew that small animals were possible to transfigure as well, but you had never tried anything like this on a large scale, let alone on a human. But you knew that it had to be possible, so you did. And just like that you performed something that you hadn't known possible yet. Instinctively you knew that you'd achieved something of significance.


    → You have gained a deep understanding of a Transfiguration spell. Driven by the significance of the situation Transfiguration up from 'D+' to 'P-'.


    Nott was still grimacing in agony, when his face starting to contort. The bones in his face turned inwards as his head collapsed. The skin on his body grew hair, before turning white. His body contracted and shrank. You saw his organs following the reduction in size just a fraction after the rest of the body did, their form poking out of the sides of his stomach. By the time you had run back to his position, there was nothing left of the boy you'd never spoken a word to before. In his stead was a small rabbit, still trying to get away from the Dementors, but looking less distraught and frantic than the boy had before.

    You snatched it right up, turned on your heels and started running again. While the entire event had taken less than ten seconds, the cloaked monsters behind you had gained half again as much ground. You strained your muscles to the limit as you ran forward, while squeezing the rabbit as close to you as possible.

    By your third step you already realized that things were different this time around.


    Mental Resistance (Occlumency + CRT + EMP) 1D100+5 → 81 (76 + 5) #DC 65


    You were crying. There was a hand on your shoulder, trying to give you comfort but your eyes didn't move from the grave in front of you. It was the first death you consciously remembered. La Isla was a home to the oldest and weakest, rarely a year went by without a death. All of them hurt you, all of them had been kind to you. Every single one of them did you miss for the rest of your life.

    The vision was so strong that you missed a step. It made you tumble and fall, but you were able to get back up again. Your hand felt warmer after the fall. Instead of checking the injury, you grabbed the Slytherin in your arm closer to your body and continued running. Trying to look forward and check for the others didn't work. Darkness was surrounding you. There was nothing in front of you, nothing behind you. You were alone with the white mist and your memories.

    Your mother was looking upwards. There was a smile on her face. Her purple, purple face. As she swung back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. 'I love you', she said. As she swung back and forth. Your brother stepped closer to you. His eyes were bright and blue. You loved your brother just as much as you loved the castle. You smiled at him. You never smiled again.

    Breathing was becoming almost impossible as the ice in your lungs pierced your flesh. The darkness around you was all-encompassing. What was it that you were running from?

    "Mama", your small voice said. Her eyes found yours. She was still wearing the black hat, she took out almost once a year. "Will Papa and you…", your voice broke down. You remembered the tears on your face, the feeling of hopelessness and despair. Just the memory of this moment brought the fear back. The fear of losing both of them. "Yes, mi hijo. One day we will", she said.

    Your steps were still pushing you forward. At no point in time did you slow down. Only the moments between visions brought you clarity. The castle was still in front of you. The darkness was thick, but it still had cracks in it. It was not real. You could see someone running in front of you. There was a large distance between you, you could not see the other students.

    Something moved to your right. A figure glided forward, emerging out of the darkness behind you. Quickly moving past you, it left a smell of rotten flesh behind. Without thinking about it you dashed to the left, putting distance between you and the creature. The cloaked figure didn't follow your movement, heading forwards straight into the darkness again. It seemed as if it wasn't aiming for you.

    Then a hand grabbed down on your right shoulder.

    The day was clear. It was warm and hot. Why had your mother chosen that day to kill herself?

    They day was clear. It was warm and hot. "Yes, mi hijo. One day we will."

    The Dementors skeletal hand pulled you back. You lost your equilibrium to its force and stumbled. It almost brought you to fall again, but you somehow managed to stay on your feet. Your hand was clearly bleeding, leaving a red mark on the rabbit's white fur as you pulled it up to your other side.

    A thick stream of darkness surrounded you now as you lost all orientation. You could only make out the ground for a few paces to each side of you. Heavy breath turned into steam, further cloaking your surroundings from you. You tried to turn around again and run into the direction you suspected the castle to be, when something broke through the white mist right in front of you. White, kelloided scars stretched over a malformed skull. The skin was grey and rotten, the teeth broken, brown and foul. When it opened its mouth and drew its breath, there was nothing left in this world that could hold your bond to reality.

    "Mama", your small voice said. Her eyes found yours. She was still wearing the black hat, she took out almost once a year. "Will Papa and you…", your voice broke down. "Yes, mi hijo. One day we will", she said and stooped down to be on an eye level with you. Your mother was smiling at you, trying to cheer you up before she pulled you into a deep embrace. "But even then, we'll always be there for you. You are the best thing that ever happened to us, Jacob."

    You aggressively pushed yourself back. The flesh on your back was numb and didn't feel the pain when you hit the ground. Instead, you turned around again, pushing yourself up. Forcing your mind to clear up, you remembered the real world around you. The darkness had cracks in it. You realized that earlier. The darkness was not real. The castle was just in front of you, but you could see none of the other students. Instead there was a second cloaked figure that had given up its prior chase to turn back to you. Its face you couldn't see, but you knew instantly that it was already opening its mouth in preparation.

    "I love you", your mother said. The memory stopped before she could hang herself. For a moment you felt happiness.

    The rabbit was still in your arms as you dashed to your right and ducked under the rotten hand that was extending to you again. One, two, a third step. And then there was a dark figure to your left. A heartbeat later there was a foul figure to your right. Both were reaching for you, both opening their mouths in anticipation.

    You looked up at the right figure again. Something started to detach from your body. A white glimmer substance was fighting to stay with you, but was dragged out into the darkness forcefully. Bit by bit it was losing the battle. The cold didn't leave you, but you were still clear of mind. They could not take that away from you.

    Nothing could.

    Plopp.

    A hand grabbed you by the arm. And then darkness surrounded you.
     
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    • There is something sad with our character when his most horrible memory comes from the death of his mother. That death would scar anyone and he may be able to see the threstals for years with death so vividly remembered. Quite sad and already living in a tragedy our hero is.
     
    ALanos said:
    There is something sad with our character when his most horrible memory comes from the death of his mother. That death would scar anyone and he may be able to see the threstals for years with death so vividly remembered. Quite sad and already living in a tragedy our hero is.
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    I thought some of those memories were from Sally-Anne? They clearly referenced a brother that our Ravenclaw doesn't have.

    Nurgle said:
    Well at least Jacob and his new pet rabbit seem to be safe.
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    Lmao I don't think Nott would appreciate that.
     
    RookDeSuit said:
    I thought some of those memories were from Sally-Anne? They clearly referenced a brother that our Ravenclaw doesn't have.


    Lmao I don't think Nott would appreciate that.
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    The first is disturbing since she may make a comeback and Jacob will be the focus of it. The only girl I want in Jacob life is Luna.

    As for Nott he is a pureblood supremacist so him being a pet rabbit would be a improvement for the world.
     
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