[color=2E8B57][b][u]Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)[/u][/b][/color]
HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5040/5040 SP: 460/460
[url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1L_hLRekpM7K-A6c2cBsbk0rhdrkTlkbAWfH9DGJFCo4/edit#gid=0]Character Sheet[/url]

Honestly, the last few days had been a blast. The massive surge in levels they'd all gotten from taking out so many gyunin at once meant that Amulak was a decent enough level to start being a contender in PvP. And boy did he dive straight into that shit. Outside of kicking back and relaxing with Ames and the rest of the gang at the inn when he could, he'd just been going ape in arenas.  

[b]"Hey, asshole!"[/b] A jovial voice cried out, not particularly hostile despite his choice of words. [b]"You queueing up tonight?"[/b]

[color=2E8B57][b]"Fuck you, and maybe!"[/b][/color] Amulak called back to a familiar face. He'd gone up against that one a good few times in the arena, and they'd developed something of a friendly rivalry as a result. [color=2E8B57][b]"Friends calling meeting, might be questing tonight instead!"[/b][/color]

[b]"Lame. The only other necro in our bracket isn't half as fun to go against. Well, don't let me hold you up then. Get going, pussy."[/b]

Amulak flipped the other PvPer off in response as he left, continuing to make his way towards the designated meeting point. That was the other thing. Apparently all that PvP meant he'd started making a name for himself. As much as Amulak wanted to outright join the Mora-Sho, he didn't want to ditch his friends. In terms of the current conflict, only Klein was really interested in the Gakui-Re, but it didn't seem anyone else wanted to go Mora-Sho. Which meant that even past this war, any future wars would be troublesome to deal with if others found out he was questing with rival clan members. What a pain.

As they all met up, Amulak found himself about to voice the same question that, unbeknowst to him, Ames was about to as well. But before either could say anything, they were cut off by...a fucking motorcycle? 

Well, at least Russ finally deigned to get his ass online. 

[color=2E8B57][b]"Look who it is!"[/b][/color] Amulak called out in his exaggerated, game-assisted Slavic accent. You know, despite the fact that he spoke English at a more than proficient level. [color=2E8B57][b]"World-traveling gigachad finally get ass online at decent hour! I still say bullshit you actually traveling. Probably stay in Thailand and pay for ladyboys."[/b][/color] He chuckled, giving Russ a good ribbing as he was used to. [color=2E8B57][b]"Is Stanislaw, if you can't tell already. How does shit be so far? Enjoying game?"[/b][/color]