[hider=Attributes]
[i]HP[/i] – 150
[i]MP[/i] – 200
[i]SP[/i] – 50
[i]STR[/i] – 10
[i]AGI[/i] – 15
[i]END[/i] – 15
[i]DEX[/i] – 10
[i]LUC[/i] – 15
[b]Classes:[/b] Mage[/hider]
[hider=User Experience]
[b]Perception:[/b] Fantastic
[b]Gore:[/b] On
[b]Pain Setting:[/b] 15%
[b]Clothing Damage:[/b] On
[b]Nudity Censor:[/b] Off
[b]Profanity Censor:[/b] Off
[b]Combat Action:[/b] Manual
[b]Spell Incantations:[/b] Manual[/hider]
[hider=Inventory]
Funds: 0
Items: Common Pouch
[/hider]

[color=2E8B57][b][u]Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)[/u][/b][/color]
HP:150/150 MP:190/200 SP: 50/50

Magic felt [i]good[/i]. He couldn't exactly describe how it felt, but it did remind him of something. The thrill of victory. Of competition. The aspiring necromancer grinned broadly as he watched his bolt fly into the kappa, relishing in his success. That elation lasted only a moment longer until he noticed the turtle manlet making a beeline for him instead. 

Well, shit. Seemed he'd drawn aggro.

Luckily, there were convenient [s]meatshields[/s] [i]allies[/i] to help defend him if things went wrong. Ari and Mags were already getting into position to cover him, which meant he had the luxury of casting again instead of trying to evade. This time, Amulak sought to ice the kappa entirely, so he activated Mana Control in order to boost both the MP cost and the damage of his spell before firing off another Magic Bolt. Besides, it was only two mana more for 20% increased damage. 

[color=2E8B57][b]"Eat shit, green manlet! Pieprzyć twoją matkę!"[/b][/color]