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Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336





Amulak couldn't say it wasn't a bit annoying being called out by his Discord username in the middle of the game, but it was still enough of a surprise that he was intrigued regardless. That intrigue lasted about as long as it took for the priestess to explain exactly what was going on.

God damn it, Lew. At least he still remembered that he had a group to play with, even if he'd ditched them for whatever the hell it was. On the bright side, this probably meant that he was over whatever bit of drama that was causing him to throw a bitch-fit earlier. Hopefully. A man could dream.

The newly-fledged necromancer looked to the remainder of the group, waiting for a moment to gauge their opinion first. When no one besides Klein spoke, Amulak decided to throw his two grosz in.

"It is something to do, yes? Saving Lew's ass sounds fun. Plus, I am curious to see if more levels mean we can kick shit out of Thunderstruck Grove by now. I vote yes on bailing Lew out of situation."
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336





Amulak simply gave a wide grin as he finally unlocked the class he'd been aiming for since the start. Damn, but it felt good to meet this goal. About time, too. His joy was slightly neutered by the fact that he'd realized he was at Necromancer level 0, and he could only start making undead upon another level up, but oh well. It was only one level. He'd live until then.

Though as he turned back to the others in triumph, Raime's words followed by Ames's had Amulak furrowing his brow in thought. Considering he'd had every intention of joining the Mora-Sho eventually...this might lead to problems, yeah. Maybe. The Ryoku-Jo and the Mora-Sho weren't exactly at odds at the moment, anyways.

"Ehh...will probably be fine." Amulak gave a cavalier shrug. "As long as no one joins Tato-Ie, should be fine. From my understanding of local politics, Tato-Ie are worried about Ryoku-Jo stabbing them in back while they attack Mora-Sho anyways. If there is problem one day, we deal with it that day, yes?"

Was putting the potential problem off for another day a bitch move? A bit, sure. But Ames's sentiment echoed his own. He didn't really want to lose the buddies he was having fun with just yet.

"I agree with Ames. We bleed enough people from initial group already." Amulak coughed Lew's name loudly and unsubtlely after that before recovering. "No point splitting us up even further until it actually becomes real issue."


Mathias simply shrugged off Kiska's concerned reply as they rushed out, following after Sheri with Petra. Given the possibility that Sheri had actually found a trail, it wasn't something that could just be ignored. There was no point in simply holing up and defending if you had the chance to strike in retaliation, after all.

As he rushed in behind Sheri, Mathias kept his hammer and shield brandished in a combat stance while taking the room in for a moment. Vera, one harpy, and a downed guard. Well. That told him all he needed. Sheri was doing...something with her books, and Vera was assaulting the harpy that had some sort of blade spell cast around it. Time to help, then.

The half-orc knight rushed forward, his shield slamming out to crash into one of the spectral blades before his hammer swung out towards the harpy's chest with all the force he could muster.

"Vera! Injuries?" Mathias called out in a terse, clipped tone as he struck, his eyes on his foe.
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:1010/1010 MP:1440/1440 SP:236/236





Amulak spat out the last portions of glass in his mouth as he was freed, nodding in appreciation at Mags.

"Many thanks," He grunted as he felt the level-up coursing through him, quickly allocating his stat points as he stood.

"Last time I was pinned down with shit in mouth was in hotel room during IEM Katowice seven...eight years ago?" Amulak chuckled at the memory. "Good times."

As much as he didn't want to leave, considering a single encounter pushed him up a level...his party members had a point. He wouldn't be getting XP if he was getting killed by strong mobs in here because the others were too underleveled.

"Very well, I agree to getting fuck out. Cannot get level 50 if I lose twenty four hours from party wipe. Where we go?"
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:460/1000 MP:1025/1440 SP:216/216





Oh, come the fuck on. The mines seriously hadn't been enough? The healing vials jammed into his mouth had been appreciated, but backfired almost immediately as the oni's remaining leg smashed itself into his mouth, causing him to taste glass. Thankfully, that part of the experience was far worse than the actual HP damage he'd taken.

Shit, shit, shit. Silenced, pinned, and about to be pummelled, Amulak desperately tried to think of a way out of his situation...only for Raime to just vaporize a motherfucker.

God damn. Was that his Nuclei? That's rad. Thank god for this man, because he'd just saved Amulak from a beatdown and a 24 hour break from the grind.

Still unable to speak through the glass shards in his mouth, Amulak settled for congratulating Raime by clapping enthusiastically for a moment to get his attention before flashing him a thumbs up. Followed by a motion for help, gesturing towards his legs still pinned under the rubble.
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:414/1000 MP:999/1440 SP: 216/216





He'd realized he was fucked from the moment he'd felt something on his ankle. Careening face first into the ground just confirmed it. He was about to eat complete shit.

And as the meteor impacted, that turned out to be completely true.

Pain. Despite having his pain threshold settings turned down, the impact still hurt like hell. Seeing the damage done to his health bar was thankfully not as bad. All that, and it had only taken out half his HP? Fuck it. He still had enough to keep going for now.

Of course, that didn't change the fact that his legs were trapped under rubble. Crap. And to make things worse, the mines weren't armed yet. The oni was right on top of them, presumably looking for him, but clearly hadn't found anything yet. Well, there was only one thing to do in this situation.

Amulak went limp, playing dead. Three seconds until the mines went off. Even if the oni saw him, it'd still need to take time to wonder if he was out of the fight, and that'd hopefully be enough for his spell to detonate.


"Oh, damn it all." Mathias murmured under his breath as he watched Orga outright collapse. The half-orc quickly slid his helmet back on and drew his warhammer and shield, taking up a defensive stance as he looked around the room for intruders. What the hell had happened? Magic? Poison? Considering everyone else in the room seemed to be unharmed, it eliminated several possibilities from the list.

Either way, the fact remained that there was an assassin active on the grounds. By any sane metric, it stood to reason that one attempt was all this killer would get this time, considering the guards were now on high alert. And considering their tracker had just run off...

Mathias turned his helmet's gaze in Petragar and Kiska's direction.

"Sheri was the one with the tracking spell, and we're more likely to get in the way of men that have already drilled together. Petragar, we should go after her. Handler Kiska, keep the client and his guards supported for now." He barked quickly and concisely, falling into old habits. That said, the disgraced knight tore off after Sheri in Vera's direction, his hammer and shield braced.
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:942/1000 MP:1174/1440 SP: 216/216





No paralysis. Great. Wonderful. And...an oni crashing down like a meteor towards both himself and Klein.

"Oh wow oh fuck," Amulak murmured under his breath in both bafflement and amazement for a moment as he beheld the sight, before his survival instincts kicked in and he started fucking legging it away from the impact zone.

That wasn't to say he wasn't going to do anything about the situation, though. A wave of his hand conjured up two Magical Mines where he and Klein had been standing before. Hopefully, even if they didn't finish arming by the time the oni impacted, they'd do so as it recovered from the crash.

Given that he had triple Klein's AGI, Amulak rapidly caught up to and outpaced his companion, giving Klein a jaunty wave as he overshot him.

"Try not to die, yes?" He called out to Klein as he passed. "Looks like you need more luck than me!"

(-200 MP)


Mathias had been content to simply stand back and listen for some time, allowing the others to get their questions in first. After all, this was never his area of expertise, though he'd raised an eyebrow beneath his helmet as their client mentioned a missing guard. Well. It seemed there was something in this investigation he could contribute to, after all.

"If I may," Mathias finally stepped forward, giving Astor a brief nod. "I'd appreciate it if you did gather your guards up for questioning. Speaking with fighting men is more in my wheelhouse than magical assensing or local politics. Based on their answers, I could at least see where the hole in your security was that allowed for your man Andar to be taken like that."

Though it was good to know that even the guild he'd joined for protection here had something of an uphill battle in terms of legitimacy within its own city walls. That would be something to look into after this job was done, for keeping his own neck safe, if nothing else.

In any case, Mathias silently folded his hands behind his back, standing at ease as he waited for Astor to do as he'd offered.
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:942/1000 MP:1220/1440 SP: 216/216





"Oh what the fu-" Was all Amulak managed to get out upon seeing the arm literally rip itself off the oni and fly at him, the hand wrapping around his head as it squeezed for all it was worth.

"Mnnnnnnnnnf!" Amulak screamed in equal parts rage and pain as he attempted to pry it off, failing to do so until Klein managed to do it for him.

After a few moments of catching his breath from all of it that he'd lost in the oni's grip, Amulak managed to right himself up, shaking his head at his savior.

"No fire, entire mage spell list is non-elemental shit. I do what I can." He grunted out, taking a moment to survey the state of the battlefield. Mags covered in worms, Raime taking what potshots he could, and Ames getting double teamed. Great. Just great. "I will help Ames, deal with Mags's shit or Raime's!" Amulak barked towards Klein, already turning in Ames's direction.

One incantation later, and a Mana Boosted Spell Spear plunged down towards the second oni that was busy looming over Ames. Hopefully, it'd give her enough of an opening to do some damage.

(-96 MP)
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