[EVENT] - Kharveryos

[zenderael_mods]

Who: Open
When: Friday/Saturday/Sunday, 4/1-4/3
Where: The Culture Center
Before/After: N/A
Warnings: Language. Violence, injury, combat. Cannibalism in 9pm thread.

[OOC post for this event is here]

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[zenpc]

Roman did not expect to have Zale using him as a springboard, and the feet pushing off his shoulders sent him tumbling straight into the floor. But he rolled right back to his feet, because FURY STOPS FOR NO MAN

Except by the time he was back up, the thing was already falling apart. Rhys's punches and Nadir's magic succeeded in snapping the weak vertebra out of place, and with a shudder and an icy hiss of breath, Kharveryos crumbled, its bones scattering across the hall.

Roman's heavy breathing slowed, shallowed, evened out. His fury faded. He straightened, arms down to his sides, and looked out over the damage.

He turned back to give Noelle and Zale a thumbs-up.

[zenderael_mods]

The temperature plummeted.

Another crack of thunder shook the Zorba's, and the bones along the floor pulled together toward the ice-blue center of dark magic. They reformed back into Kharveryos' perfect skeleton, and the lich beast let out a roar along with a frozen stream of breath.

It hit the exit, freezing over the doors and trapping those who had yet to escape.

Kharveryos struck out at the nearest combantant and spread his wings in a massive arc, good as new.


[You may assume fighting is taking place indefinitely in the background from here until another Mod Point. If you'd like characters in the fight to step back into noncombative subplots, you may assume Roman, Zale, and/or Rhys are keeping Kharveryos occupied. You may also make snippets of battle between fewer characters if inclined, or assume some attacks get through. Have at it!]

[zenpc]

...What was that noise behind him?

His head slowly turned to see Kharveryos forming itself back together. His triumphant face fell. "Shit."

Roman, unfortunately, was the nearest combatant. He went flying at the behest of Kharveryos's reformed claws, hitting the same broken baklava table that Zale had made his unfortunate landing on.

He just lay there for a moment, glaring at the dragon, hating his life.

[catchingseasons]

After the third reformation, Noelle had to bow out. The cold was affecting her so terribly she could no longer hold her weapon steady, putting her a danger to everyone around her.

She switched to buffing the fighters that remained, but she was no support type. Eventually the depletion of her mana allowed her not even that.

This battle was futile.