[color=2E8B57][b][u]Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)[/u][/b][/color] HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336 [hider=Attributes] [i]HP[/i] – 880 (+150) [i]MP[/i] – 1200 (+50) [i]SP[/i] – 300 (+30) [i]STR[/i] – 50 [i]AGI[/i] – 65 [i]END[/i] – 60 (+5) [i]DEX[/i] – 50 (+4) [i]LUC[/i] – 50 (+7) [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 rishi Items: Bonerattler’s Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider’s Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common Antidotes: 1 common [/hider] If nothing else, the environment was even somewhat comfortable. He didn't know why, the place seemed like it was straight out of a horror flick. Maybe it was just a side effect of his new class. Or maybe Amulak was just a little loopy in the head. Who knew? It wasn't like being a pro gamer for years on end was exactly good for his mental health. Oh, well, who gave a shit? He had online games to play and dumbasses to find. [color=2E8B57][b]"Nuke option sound good, but only if we find trouble first. Could be jack shit in radius and you blow load for nothing. Would be real shame-"[/b][/color] Amulak's response to Raime was cut off by Mags just deciding to reveal their location to absolutely fucking everything around them. Holy shit. [color=2E8B57][b]"Mags, what the fuck wrong with you?"[/b][/color] He hissed, one hand gripping his staff tightly. [color=2E8B57][b]"You are screaming 'Here we are, please fuck us in ass!', yes? Very helpful."[/b][/color]