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Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:173/200 MP:214/250 SP: 50/50

Oh god, oh fuck, Raime just got annihilated. Ames and Klein got practically shoved out of the way, and now the frogman was coming for Amulak-

Oh, whew. Another superpower unlocked, and just in time to save his ass. Hopefully, Amulak would get his soon. But for now, he was content simply not getting his shit kicked in by a pissed-off bipedal frog. Really, he couldn't keep getting away with it.

Unfortunately, that meant the boss was now making a beeline straight for an already-injured Mags. Still, that gave him an idea. Internally bemoaning his lack of spells and variety at such a low level, Amulak pumped his Magic Bolt with Mana Control yet fucking again, aiming straight for the frogman's back and firing it off. If it got his attention, hopefully it'd result in some sort of aggro ping-pong as people kept continually assaulting the boss from behind from every direction. Or it'd just piss the boss AI off and train all the aggro onto Amulak himself. He didn't know how threat worked yet in this game, after all. But hell, he'd take the risk. Shit wasn't fun without going balls-deep in chances.




Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:173/200 MP:226/250 SP: 50/50

Jesus Christ, this thing was mulching them. The sheer amount of shit they were eating from one frogman was starting to get worrying, especially considering the amount of damage a simple throw did to both Mags and Klein. What was even worse was that everyone else was now literally hurling themselves at the boss, preventing him from getting a shot off.

Considering that he was fairly sure this game had friendly fire to at least some degree, Amulak refrained from casting immediately, instead prepping his Mana Control as he started flanking the boss, searching for an angle to fire at that wouldn't hit one of his party members with a magic missile.

"Very annoying having to make sure I do not hit you! Please consider being more considerate of your ranged DPS in future, yeah?!" Amulak called out towards the rest of the group, firing off his Mana Controlled Magic Bolt at the boss's side.
Kayliss Lambert




The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Hiding in broad daylight, dealing with the godsdamned Fishermen, having to watch her ass everywhere she went...really, the only difference was that now she wasn’t under royal mandate to do so. Only for a little while longer, she supposed. Kayliss knew that if she was going to make it out of this entire sad show with her head intact, the only way she was going to manage it was by getting out of the game entirely. Really, it hadn't been a bad ten or so years. Not at all. She'd gotten picked up off the streets, trained in something useful, and turned out to be good at it. The now ex-spy had no idea what she was going to do after her freedom was secured, but that was a problem for the Kayliss of the future.

Hell, considering the amount of guardsmen and knights searching for her in the capital alone, thinking about the future was a luxury. Right now, there were more pressing concerns. How to find some bird with a golden feather across the entire damn nation. Where she was going to start with said search.

How exactly was she going to explain hiding away on this wagon to the two strays that had been picked up by the traveling family the Fishermen had bribed to take her along. From the gist of what Kayliss heard outside the crate she was in, it was the bloody girl that had no idea what was going on that caused this situation in the first place. At least the kid hadn't mentioned her. Too young and naive to understand exactly what was going on, though Kayliss had to wonder exactly what the parents had been thinking, agreeing to this.

Well, forget about it. The supposed paladin was asleep for now, at least. That would make things easier, considering Kayliss's first impression of the woman was a cunt with a rod jammed so far up her ass it was a wonder she could walk, much less shit. 'Duty as a governed citizen'...the church certainly produced some head cases.

Taking a deep breath as she finalized her plan of action, Kayliss popped the crate she was stashed in open, making an exaggerated yawning sound as she slowly rose to her feet, not even faking her stretches to loosen up her muscles from being stashed in an enclosed space for hours on end.

"Hm?" Kayliss blinked as she glanced at Ori and the sleeping Eliza, squatting down after she'd finished stretching, taking care to wrap her traveling cloak back around her. "You travelers too? Sheesh, you snooze for a few hours and there's two more wanderers on the wagon. Name's Kayliss, by the way." She gave a friendly smile, tilting her head briefly before turning around towards the front. "Oi, Donna! Where've we gotten to since I fell asleep?"




Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:173/200 MP:238/250 SP: 50/50

"Kurwa mac!" Amulak swore, reeling back in pain as the frogman somehow snatched Klein's bolt out of midair before shoving it through his fucking hand. God damn, even at a much reduced pain threshold, it hurt like a bitch. Fortunately, it didn't knock off too much HP, but his right hand was far less responsive now, and it'd likely inhibit his casting. Good thing he still had a working hand.

Still, Amulak mused as he started to fire up a Magic Bolt with his left hand, limb damage actually affecting how his character performed was fantastic tech. From a game design standpoint, he hoped that the main ways of healing it took place outside of combat, in order to give the tactical decision to cripple or maim more weight. From the standpoint of where he was right now, well, he was a tad less enthused.

Amulak applied another Mana Control to pump up his Magic Bolt, aiming carefully this time to ensure that the boss was distracted by Mags's assault before firing again.




Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:200/200 MP:250/250 SP: 50/50

150 HP -> 200 HP
200 MP -> 250 MP
9 STR -> 10 STR
10 AGI -> 15 AGI
10 END -> 15 END
10 LUC -> 13 LUC

A few more levels later, and Amulak smiled, starting to pump his stats across the board. He probably could have gotten away with not pumping AGI yet, but the sheer appeal of fast reaction times to a Starcraft player was too much to pass up, considering he'd have to micromanage minions eventually. For now, this was a good stepping stone. He didn't know how many levels it would take yet, but he'd start in earnest towards earning the Necromancer class as soon as he could meet those requirements.

The aspiring necromancer turned to start chatting with his party members, but stopped in his tracks at what he beheld.

“Gero gero.”

"Ribbit."


It was...was that the frog boss from Nioh? Holy shit, that thing was massive! For an instant, the player behind the avatar actually felt a measure of alarm, and god damn if that wasn't the biggest amount of praise he could give for a MMO. A world with a feeling of life and an actual sense of danger? This was exactly what he was here for.

Amulak was already firing up a Mana Control to pump his spells, even as he beheld Mags walking up and bowing to the thing like an honorable martial artist. Which...turned out to draw its aggro. Yeah, sure. That made sense. Bushido or whatever Japanese trope like most of those entire region of the map had.

Either way, as Mags engaged it, Amulak gave a barking laugh at the thought that they'd actually flee from this.

"We not running, Mags!" He cried out, starting the incantation for a Mana Control boosted Magic Bolt even as Raime fired at the frog with his crossbow. "Rest of us appreciate loot and experience too! Nioh ripoff fuck!" Amulak bellowed the last phrase as his incantation, sending his projectile flying at the frog's flank.




Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:150/150 MP:200/200 SP: 50/50

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baaaaa. First encounter was a big win all around. Well, except for Mags, he supposed. Though the big ding and glow of their level-ups and Amulak's MP restoring to full suggested to him that the ass-beating Mags had received likely wasn't permanent. A brief glance over the loot that was dropped revealed nothing good for a caster, so he'd leave that for the melee to hem and haw over.

In the meantime, Amulak spent all eight of his stat points touching up his deficiencies in STR and DEX, investing four points in each stat and bringing them up to a base of nine each. There. That should take care of his problems in that department even if he lost his talisman later.

He paused, taking a moment to cheerily wave Lew and Ari off as they went back to town before glancing to the rest. A moment to check their levels in the interface revealed that some had gotten three level-ups while...he'd only gotten one? What was this shit?! Oh, wait.

A moment of clarity later had the Slav realizing that it was probably because he'd taken a class. Hell, Mags hadn't even leveled, so more advanced classes likely took more experience to level. Something to keep in mind for later, he supposed. In the meantime...

"Grinding more sound very good. Can probably keep this rolling until we stop getting free heals from easy levels." He glanced around, his gaze finally falling on Klein and his freshly-drawn ink. Huh. "Very interesting tattoo, big man. Look very imposing." Amulak gave Klein a grin and a thumbs-up.





Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:150/150 MP:168/200 SP: 50/50

On the bright side, Amulak hadn't killed Mags. Unfortunately, it seemed she'd still taken scratch damaged from a failed suplex that he'd barely managed to blast the kappa out of. Well, silver linings and all that.

And then something fucking amazing happened. Whoever Klein was managed to somehow shove his entire arm through the kappa's mouth and down into its organs. Even as he absentmindedly hurled another Magic Bolt at the kappa not being utterly fucking destroyed by Klein, only barely taking note of Lew and Raymond teaming up on the same one, Amulak kept staring at the juxtaposition of kappa and gigachad.

"...This game? I think I love it." He murmured under his breath for a moment in wonder before collecting his wits and calling out to Klein.

"Big man? I think process of fisting starts from other hole! Opposite end of body from mouth!"
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