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May 18 2017, 07:13 PM
Each champion per house gets points separately:
* RP Skill ((meaning not just descriptive but actual telling us everything about that character in a post, like what they feel, taste, smell etc etc)
Scale from 1-10 from each judge
* Creativity (guess this could be tied in with RP skills, but separately)
Scale from 1-10 from each judge
* Remaining within your year. (meaning spells and stuff that they don't break that rule etc)
Scale from 1-10 from each judge
* Time on how long it takes them to finish. (first second third etc * please note RL sometimes gets in the way and we will not really use these points unless we need to break a tie of some sort*)
Scale from 1-10 from each judge
* Grammar (self explanatory. Including tense, proper capitalization and spelling etc. *Please note if you have any learning disabilities/other issues that could affect this or English is not your first language please be sure to advise the judges right away so we can take this into consideration when scoring you in this area*)
Scale from 1-10 from each judge
* Common sense (meaning they actually read the task master's rp and use their common sense to post appropriately to all these guidelines. So for example you gave them itching powder. They actually would be itching the entire time? JK Rowling's universe and laws are in effect as well as common sense in general. )
Scale from 1-10 from each judge
So at the end of each task all judges give me their point totals for each person by category. I will then tally them up and give each combined score for each champion. We might even eliminate the lowest two or three maybe even four champions, regardless of house. So for example if both Ravenclaws and both Gryffindors had the lowest scores they might be the next ones to be eliminated. This is something we're still working on however the point system is solid.
So for example
Judge one gives - Character One
RP Skill 2
Creativity 2
True to year 2
Time to finish 2
Grammer 2
Common Sense 2
Total = 12
Judge two gives - Two
RP Skill 2
Creativity 2
True to year 2
Time to finish 2
Grammer 2
Common Sense 2
Total = 12
Judge two gives - Character One
RP Skill 2
Creativity 2
True to year 2
Time to finish 2
Grammer 2
Common Sense 2
Total = 12
Judge one gives - Two
RP Skill 2
Creativity 2
True to year 2
Time to finish 2
Grammer 2
Common Sense 2
Total = 12
Character one overall total = 24 points
Character two overall total = 24 points

PM Headmaster Emile Rousseau with questions!

May 18 2017, 07:04 PM
Anything pertaining specifically to EHC will be posted here!
May 18 2017, 06:37 PM
The announcement had sent waves of excitement through the school and students, it had been two years since the last one so people had lost hope that the tournament would be returning to the school even though it was a tradition. It was almost certain considering the danger it presented many hoped they would not have it again and let it fade into history, if they didn’t it would definitely free up some space in the Mental Ward at St. Mungo’s. Though when had Hogwarts ever been concerned with the goings on of St. Mungo’s? Never, and it was highly unlikely they ever would be. Even though there had been some controversy over it due to the dangerous nature of the tournament the heads of the school would not be swayed from their determination to make this event happen, it was a critical part of the school and always would be. It was a school tradition; nothing was going to make the current administration not do it, least of all naysayers. The Participants, as well as their parents, knew the danger they were facing in this tournament and willingly consented to it. No one was ever forced to take part in the event; it was considered an honor to take part in it so naturally there were always plenty of volunteers.

You had to be reckless and not have any sense of self preservation to enter this tournament (or so most people thought), many a participants had been driven to madness and never recovered from it. In fact the last champion Clover Ravenbrook hadn’t been seen since graduation, which was par the course for the other participants. To be honest at least she had made it to graduation, some of the others had just vanished after the year was over and hadn’t been heard from again but surely nothing sinister had happened to them. Many people wondered why someone would want to subject themselves to something traumatic and potentially mutilating. Perhaps they didn’t know or understand how this tournament worked when it came time, or perhaps they themselves were simply out of their minds. Whatever the reason was people entered and participate, it made for a glorious event and much amusement for spectators and judges alike. Of course maybe amusement wasn’t the best term, maybe it just depended on how mad you were at the end of the day.

Earlier this afternoon Headmaster Emile Rousseau had summoned all the participants after lunch for pumpkin juice and biscuits under the pretext of discussing the coming tournament, however the devious man had actually slipped sleeping potion in both the biscuits and juice. The participants all filed into his office dutifully like the good little ducks they were, sitting down they took the snack he offered not once considering that it was a trick. Besides what kind of horrible professor would trick such sweet and innocent childern? Emile chuckled to himself as they all drifted to sleep; it was a trick he had used last time to get the participants to the arena. None of them had been in the last one and none of the participants of the last one were still in school so the new ones had no warning about his trick. Of course he didn’t feel bad about it; it was tradition and one of the only things he could do to repay the students for the headaches they frequently gave him. So perhaps he was just a bit sadistic when it came down to it, or perhaps it was just simply the nature of the game from now on. Certainly no one would be coddling the participants during this and much worse was guaranteed to happen to them, so if they couldn’t handle a simple trick and sleeping potion then they should reconsider taking part in this event.

As the participants woke up they would probably be a little confused finding themselves sprawled out in the tournament area as opposed to Emile’s office not to mention they probably had a bit of a headache. They could see the faces of the fans, friends, family, school, and loved ones watching them from the stands. However, soon they were shrouded in mist and faded from sight. The area quickly drew dark and a forest began to appear around the participant, the moon hidden mostly behind the clouds just the barest of bare from being full. Were you in the Forbidden Forest? Unfortunately only time would tell. If you were then it certainly couldn’t mean anything good at all, as it was still dangerous and brimming with horrible creatures who would eat you without a second thought. You should probably hope you were in a different forest; then again that didn’t mean it would actually be better than the Forbidden Forest, so perhaps you didn’t need to hope quite so much as with the Forbidden Forest you knew what dangers awaited you whereas this one was a mystery. Seeing a flash of white off to your left you can’t help but be curious, what else could possibly be here in the forest with you? Are you brave enough to find out?



You can’t go forward by staying where you are so you must work to complete the task so you can get out of here. It was entirely too late to try and quit now, you had committed to this. Not to mention the fact they probably wouldn’t let you pull out at this point, you’d decided you wanted this fate. Besides, it would be dreadfully embarrassing if you quit now before it even really started and it would certainly only make you the mockery of the school if you did quit. Looks like you didn’t have a choice did you? Off to the left where you saw the blur is thick with underbrush and briars certain to stick you, and off to the right the trees are so thick it will be difficult to get through. If the participants turn around they will see nothing but pure darkness, and if they walked that way they’d soon hit an invisible barrier. Looks like forwards was the only way to go for the chosen participants, though one couldn’t be sure of what lie ahead of them.
May 18 2017, 06:36 PM
The announcement had sent waves of excitement through the school and students, it had been two years since the last one so people had lost hope that the tournament would be returning to the school even though it was a tradition. It was almost certain considering the danger it presented many hoped they would not have it again and let it fade into history, if they didn’t it would definitely free up some space in the Mental Ward at St. Mungo’s. Though when had Hogwarts ever been concerned with the goings on of St. Mungo’s? Never, and it was highly unlikely they ever would be. Even though there had been some controversy over it due to the dangerous nature of the tournament the heads of the school would not be swayed from their determination to make this event happen, it was a critical part of the school and always would be. It was a school tradition; nothing was going to make the current administration not do it, least of all naysayers. The Participants, as well as their parents, knew the danger they were facing in this tournament and willingly consented to it. No one was ever forced to take part in the event; it was considered an honor to take part in it so naturally there were always plenty of volunteers.

You had to be reckless and not have any sense of self preservation to enter this tournament (or so most people thought), many a participants had been driven to madness and never recovered from it. In fact the last champion Clover Ravenbrook hadn’t been seen since graduation, which was par the course for the other participants. To be honest at least she had made it to graduation, some of the others had just vanished after the year was over and hadn’t been heard from again but surely nothing sinister had happened to them. Many people wondered why someone would want to subject themselves to something traumatic and potentially mutilating. Perhaps they didn’t know or understand how this tournament worked when it came time, or perhaps they themselves were simply out of their minds. Whatever the reason was people entered and participate, it made for a glorious event and much amusement for spectators and judges alike. Of course maybe amusement wasn’t the best term, maybe it just depended on how mad you were at the end of the day.

Earlier this afternoon Headmaster Emile Rousseau had summoned all the participants after lunch for pumpkin juice and biscuits under the pretext of discussing the coming tournament, however the devious man had actually slipped sleeping potion in both the biscuits and juice. The participants all filed into his office dutifully like the good little ducks they were, sitting down they took the snack he offered not once considering that it was a trick. Besides what kind of horrible professor would trick such sweet and innocent childern? Emile chuckled to himself as they all drifted to sleep; it was a trick he had used last time to get the participants to the arena. None of them had been in the last one and none of the participants of the last one were still in school so the new ones had no warning about his trick. Of course he didn’t feel bad about it; it was tradition and one of the only things he could do to repay the students for the headaches they frequently gave him. So perhaps he was just a bit sadistic when it came down to it, or perhaps it was just simply the nature of the game from now on. Certainly no one would be coddling the participants during this and much worse was guaranteed to happen to them, so if they couldn’t handle a simple trick and sleeping potion then they should reconsider taking part in this event.

As the participants woke up they would probably be a little confused finding themselves sprawled out in the tournament area as opposed to Emile’s office not to mention they probably had a bit of a headache. They could see the faces of the fans, friends, family, school, and loved ones watching them from the stands. However, soon they were shrouded in mist and faded from sight. The area quickly drew dark and a forest began to appear around the participant, the moon hidden mostly behind the clouds just the barest of bare from being full. Were you in the Forbidden Forest? Unfortunately only time would tell. If you were then it certainly couldn’t mean anything good at all, as it was still dangerous and brimming with horrible creatures who would eat you without a second thought. You should probably hope you were in a different forest; then again that didn’t mean it would actually be better than the Forbidden Forest, so perhaps you didn’t need to hope quite so much as with the Forbidden Forest you knew what dangers awaited you whereas this one was a mystery. Seeing a flash of white off to your left you can’t help but be curious, what else could possibly be here in the forest with you? Are you brave enough to find out?



You can’t go forward by staying where you are so you must work to complete the task so you can get out of here. It was entirely too late to try and quit now, you had committed to this. Not to mention the fact they probably wouldn’t let you pull out at this point, you’d decided you wanted this fate. Besides, it would be dreadfully embarrassing if you quit now before it even really started and it would certainly only make you the mockery of the school if you did quit. Looks like you didn’t have a choice did you? Off to the left where you saw the blur is thick with underbrush and briars certain to stick you, and off to the right the trees are so thick it will be difficult to get through. If the participants turn around they will see nothing but pure darkness, and if they walked that way they’d soon hit an invisible barrier. Looks like forwards was the only way to go for the chosen participants, though one couldn’t be sure of what lie ahead of them.
May 18 2017, 06:36 PM
The announcement had sent waves of excitement through the school and students, it had been two years since the last one so people had lost hope that the tournament would be returning to the school even though it was a tradition. It was almost certain considering the danger it presented many hoped they would not have it again and let it fade into history, if they didn’t it would definitely free up some space in the Mental Ward at St. Mungo’s. Though when had Hogwarts ever been concerned with the goings on of St. Mungo’s? Never, and it was highly unlikely they ever would be. Even though there had been some controversy over it due to the dangerous nature of the tournament the heads of the school would not be swayed from their determination to make this event happen, it was a critical part of the school and always would be. It was a school tradition; nothing was going to make the current administration not do it, least of all naysayers. The Participants, as well as their parents, knew the danger they were facing in this tournament and willingly consented to it. No one was ever forced to take part in the event; it was considered an honor to take part in it so naturally there were always plenty of volunteers.

You had to be reckless and not have any sense of self preservation to enter this tournament (or so most people thought), many a participants had been driven to madness and never recovered from it. In fact the last champion Clover Ravenbrook hadn’t been seen since graduation, which was par the course for the other participants. To be honest at least she had made it to graduation, some of the others had just vanished after the year was over and hadn’t been heard from again but surely nothing sinister had happened to them. Many people wondered why someone would want to subject themselves to something traumatic and potentially mutilating. Perhaps they didn’t know or understand how this tournament worked when it came time, or perhaps they themselves were simply out of their minds. Whatever the reason was people entered and participate, it made for a glorious event and much amusement for spectators and judges alike. Of course maybe amusement wasn’t the best term, maybe it just depended on how mad you were at the end of the day.

Earlier this afternoon Headmaster Emile Rousseau had summoned all the participants after lunch for pumpkin juice and biscuits under the pretext of discussing the coming tournament, however the devious man had actually slipped sleeping potion in both the biscuits and juice. The participants all filed into his office dutifully like the good little ducks they were, sitting down they took the snack he offered not once considering that it was a trick. Besides what kind of horrible professor would trick such sweet and innocent childern? Emile chuckled to himself as they all drifted to sleep; it was a trick he had used last time to get the participants to the arena. None of them had been in the last one and none of the participants of the last one were still in school so the new ones had no warning about his trick. Of course he didn’t feel bad about it; it was tradition and one of the only things he could do to repay the students for the headaches they frequently gave him. So perhaps he was just a bit sadistic when it came down to it, or perhaps it was just simply the nature of the game from now on. Certainly no one would be coddling the participants during this and much worse was guaranteed to happen to them, so if they couldn’t handle a simple trick and sleeping potion then they should reconsider taking part in this event.

As the participants woke up they would probably be a little confused finding themselves sprawled out in the tournament area as opposed to Emile’s office not to mention they probably had a bit of a headache. They could see the faces of the fans, friends, family, school, and loved ones watching them from the stands. However, soon they were shrouded in mist and faded from sight. The area quickly drew dark and a forest began to appear around the participant, the moon hidden mostly behind the clouds just the barest of bare from being full. Were you in the Forbidden Forest? Unfortunately only time would tell. If you were then it certainly couldn’t mean anything good at all, as it was still dangerous and brimming with horrible creatures who would eat you without a second thought. You should probably hope you were in a different forest; then again that didn’t mean it would actually be better than the Forbidden Forest, so perhaps you didn’t need to hope quite so much as with the Forbidden Forest you knew what dangers awaited you whereas this one was a mystery. Seeing a flash of white off to your left you can’t help but be curious, what else could possibly be here in the forest with you? Are you brave enough to find out?



You can’t go forward by staying where you are so you must work to complete the task so you can get out of here. It was entirely too late to try and quit now, you had committed to this. Not to mention the fact they probably wouldn’t let you pull out at this point, you’d decided you wanted this fate. Besides, it would be dreadfully embarrassing if you quit now before it even really started and it would certainly only make you the mockery of the school if you did quit. Looks like you didn’t have a choice did you? Off to the left where you saw the blur is thick with underbrush and briars certain to stick you, and off to the right the trees are so thick it will be difficult to get through. If the participants turn around they will see nothing but pure darkness, and if they walked that way they’d soon hit an invisible barrier. Looks like forwards was the only way to go for the chosen participants, though one couldn’t be sure of what lie ahead of them.
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