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Current It has been 2 years since I focused on my finals, I have now returned.
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Busy with college finals. :b
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What am I doing to my life.
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Just to change up my status. I'm doing better than I did a year ago. Hopefully everyone else is doing okay.
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I'm a space cat.

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@Drifting Pollen

Now that we're getting into the fight proper, is there anything I should know? For example, if I were to try and swing at Favian, what is allowed and not allowed? Just for reference?
Sir Griffon Aslain marched towards the grassy field where the peasants and nobles had gathered around to watch two knights fight. He stopped opposite of Sir Favian Procell and stared at him as a man introduced both men and their titles. Griffon was equipped with beautiful german gothic plate and a dagger strapped on his hip while his intimidating poleaxe was rested on his shoulder. He looked around and waved at the cheering crowd. The nobles murmured amongst themselves asking why a man who has been away to campaign came to compete here instead of resting from fighting battle after battle. The rumors began to spread and become more outrageous as they passed from ear to ear. Griffon's reason? He came here to fight as peace did not suit him.

His eyes evaluated Sir Procell, he then closed the visor to his helmet and took his poleaxe and gripped it in both hands keeping the axehead above his right shoulder with the butt spike pointed towards his opponent. "May God favor you sir Porcell, for I will show no quarter!"
I'll fight you!

Seems you're looking for a no-powers medieval melee match, so I'll bring Sir Favian Procell, knight of House Dawnwood, outfitted in his own set of plate armor plus one rondel dagger and one steel longsword. If that sounds about right, then we can start whenever!


Sure! Though again as I've said, I've never done this before so I may not understand the etiquette. But I'll try my best, I look forward to learning with you.

The Gist



I've never done anything in the arena before. I was hoping for a hands on experience and someone to teach me.

I'm going to be running with a knight in full plate armed with a poleaxe as a primary and a dagger for backup. The pole axe has an axe face, hammer face, a spike, and a butt-spike. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to specify the arena, but for now let's just say it's in a medieval tournament square - unless anyone has any other suggestions.
I love the idea but I have absolutely no knowledge about Game of Thrones. Would it be alright if I watch though if this takes off?


Bunga was ecstatic that this British man didn’t necessarily find her weird or too pushy when she introduced herself. She guesses it’s just her thing to visibly reach out and feel out someone whenever someone’s out in the dumps and she has the ability to help. Do what you can with what you’ve got, she’s just nice like that.

But she didn’t expect that James would also respond with another question, one that Bunga didn’t expect. It’s not common for the helper to be helped in return, and Bunga’s feeling that James might also reach his hand out in assistance to Bunga’s downer mood right now. “Oh, me? Yeah yeah, I’m feeling a bit dejected myself. I’m currently searching for a man by the name of Le Bang Kieu, he’s Vietnamese, and he might have an idea of where I can find my own countrymen on this island.”

“Oh, perhaps I forgot to mention this, but I hail from the Majapahit Federation. Perhaps you’ve heard of my country before? I heard it’s called the Spice Islands or the East Indies in the Occident right? For some strange reason I somehow haven’t managed to find one of my own fellow countrymen throughout my time studying here. Of course, it’s not a long time, but I find it bizarre that no Nusantaran Polymaths or individuals are around here.”

She took a short breath before continuing. “And for some reason, he’s… gone! Like poof! Into the air for some reason. I’ve been searching for this Le guy for so long, and I still am not closer to him than when I started. Feels just… UGH.”

She feels a bit sorry for unloading all her grievances to James. But it feels like they both needed to vent stuff right now.





James Porter



James listened for a while as this woman aired out her grievances. It seems she was looking for his roommate, Bang.

“Ah I see you’re looking for my roommate. He’s quite the pleasant fellow. Though I wasn’t able to catch him this morning, then again, I slept in for the first time in a long time.”

He put his hat on and placed his hand on his chin to think for a bit. “Perhaps he went to look for a person I wanted to associate with more. A miss Yun Hana.”

He then looked at her and smiled, “I could help you look for him. I’d recognize him in a heartbeat.”

For some reason, he seems a little more relaxed. Perhaps all he needed was someone else to talk to and a task to put his mind to. Speaking of, he still wasn’t able to find his target which, up till now, he had forgotten about. This little mistake made him flustered, it was embarrassing to think that he had forgotten the real reason he was here even though he had just been worrying about it last night.






Bunga felt that she just accidentally found a goldmine. Here she was, searching endlessly throughout the island just for this one person, and the moment she tried helping someone who seemed to be down on their luck. She discovered that this one guy is apparently Le Bang Kieu’s roommate.

“I’ll be darned. Are you really his roommate?” She asked James. “Well, looks like the day will end on a high note after all!”

“Yes, let’s search for him together James.” The vulpine eared woman responded. “And if we can’t find him today, perhaps we can meet up tomorrow? Are you alright with that?”





James Porter



James put a hand to his chin again and closed his eyes as if to ponder. A small smile then formed on the corners of his mouth before he replied, “Meeting again tomorrow would be alright.”

James thought it was a good opportunity to extend his connections. Even if this led to nothing, it would help maintain his image as a regular student. Though when he looked back towards her genuine happiness, he thought again to his thoughts and feelings from before. Who exactly does he want to be and what exactly was his goal as a person.

Regardless, he kept up his smile, for Bunga’s sake. “Let’s go then! Perhaps he went to one of the restaurants around here.”

He fixed his hair and his clothes and began to walk in a direction which he believed would have a few places to eat.






It felt like hours more as the group searched and searched throughout the city. They scoured every restaurant, asked every restaurateur, and asked as many questions as they could for everyone. And in the end, it turned out to be for nothing. The duo managed to not discover Le Bang Kieu’s location, and Bunga was left severely disappointed by the lack of progress they’ve made.

Still though. The group still has time to make some smalltalk. Bunga has internally reasoned with herself that they wouldn’t be able to find Le Bang Kieu no matter what at this point, and decided to ask James some questions.

Getting to know more students in order to further her studies isn’t necessarily a thing Bunga’s against after all.

“So, James. What brings you here? To the island? I’m currently doing some studies concerning Egoism. To keep things short, I’m trying to replicate the formulas from nature for human use.”

She gestured at her fox ears. “As you can see, there are some visible results from my studies. Don’t worry about these though, they’re all temporary.”

“So, what about yourself James? What are you studying about?”





James Porter



James was slightly fascinated in the sense that her formulations were temporary. Her field of study is quite humanitarian. It once again contrasts against himself. He looked at her cheerful self and for the first time felt disappointed that he could not help her.

It was starting to get late. This person beside him, had stayed by his side and had not gotten something for herself to eat. Before he answered her question, he walked towards a small stand that sold pretzels. He bought a bag of pretzels and walked back to her.

“Here, you should at least eat a little something. We’ve spent all this time looking for my roommate that you’ve forgotten to take care of yourself. It’s not much but it’ll do before dinner at least.” He handed over a small paper bag filled with pretzels to her before finally answering her question.

“... Anyway, I came here to further my studies on chemical concoctions and formulations. I mainly focus on perfumes and turning those beautiful scents into something that can improve one's mood. I also dabble in the pharmaceutical field.”

He then brings out an assortment of vials filled with all sorts of colored liquids with nice little labels. He sorted through them for a bit and then picked out a rather benign one. “I don’t quite know if this will affect you but here you go.”

The vial he handed her was filled with a red liquid labeled scent of spring. “It’s been made to improve one’s focus. Perhaps it’ll serve you well… Or not! I don’t know.”






She received both the pretzel and the vial with glee. Although she decided to only eat the pretzel. “You know. I never had much German food when I was back home. The only Occidentals I’ve met during my time studying in Palembang were only some British and Dutch folk. Hmm, salty and filling. It’s good!”

She has tried adjusting her expectations to fit the current food culture in Bermuda. Palembang is not exactly a place where Occidental food is… well, present in numbers. Practically all the food she was present there was either incredibly spicy, incredibly colourful, or incredibly tasteful. A strong mix of spices is present in all the food she ate.

This felt different, and different tastes good.

“Ah James. I wish I could have cooked you some food from my island. But alas, I don't have much kitchen space where I’m living.” She remarked. finally finishing the pretzel. “These pretzels are delicious!”

She eyed the vial for a while. “Hmm. I’m not a technologist, so I’m kinda not sure if I should drink this right now…” She eyed the red liquid. “It’s a bit irrational, but I kinda don’t like getting poisoned, and this red liquid feels suspicious. Ah well, maybe I’ll just hand it over to some of my technologist friends in the dorm and see what they think about it.”

She then noticed how it’s getting darker. The streetlights are now fully operating, and people are now starting to go back to their dorms. “Oh dear. Looks like it’s getting a bit late at night huh? I think I have to go back. Perhaps we can continue the search for him tomorrow perhaps? Meet sometime midday? Maybe a restaurant somewhere in Bermuda?”

Bunga is practically drooling at the prospect of meeting Le Bang Kieu. She has to meet him at this point, Calm down Bunga, calm down, it’s fully possible that this Vietnamese man may have no idea where the Nusantarans are still. She thought to herself, some vain effort to calm herself down from the prospect of meeting him tomorrow.

“Right, since it’s getting darker outside, perhaps we should go home then. Don’t wanna be outside when curfew hits right?” She asked James.





James Porter



James began to genuinely snicker, “Ahaha,sorry, but that’s not something you drink…” he points to the vial, “... It’s a perfume! Though I could understand why you’d think it was a drink.”

He held a hand to his lips to stop himself from laughing further. He paused for a moment then looked at her. “Well, we stay in around the same place anyway. I’ll walk you back.”

As they were walking James then produced another vial and popped the cork off. “This one is named Dandelion breeze…” the liquid within the vial he produced began to turn to gas as it met with open air. The blue mist began to rise and with a flick of his hand, the mist began to swirl around them both.

“This one’s effects are to alleviate fatigue and it smells sweet, but the scent is subtle. Hopefully it will work on you, we’ve been walking for quite a while after all.”

He led the way back to the dorms alongside Bunga. It was a different experience. He admired her determination. There was no sense of quit in her even after she failed to find Bang twice. He then thought perhaps this was what normal people would call ’a crush’. It occurred to James that he himself had never felt attraction towards anyone. Was it really worth the trouble?

He thought about the small things she had revealed about herself. Majapahit Federation, Palembang, Nusantarans, her troubles, her studies, it was all so innocent. As they got back to the dorms, James thought about her invitation tomorrow. Without further hesitation he said, “… I’ll see you tomorrow. You tell me where. I’m interested to see if we can find some of this cuisine you wanted to cook.” He smiled almost eager to see tomorrow.,






Bunga smiled at James. Thanking his offer to bring her home, and most certainly happy for the clarification James did. “Ah, so it’s a perfume! Didn’t expect that.” As James then brought a vial called ‘Dandelion Breeze and proceeded to air it out. Bunga was calmed by the pleasant smell, and the enthralling blue colour.

It looks so vivid! Bunga thought as she looked at the blue swirls all around the duo as they walked back to her dorms. The woman side by side James and smiling all the time. She felt oddly comfortable with him for some reason. Perhaps it is his friendly nature and the rather nice clothes he wears, perhaps it is the way he talks, and perhaps it is all of them.

Regardless, she feels that she won’t mind getting closer with him at all.

When they finally arrived at her dorms. She hugged him, pressing her body close to him, and smiled at James offering to meet her tomorrow. “I think it would be better if you bring Bang here, to my dorm room door midday, and then we can find a nice restaurant to eat and have fun!”

“It's nice meeting you James. I hope that we can be good friends!” She finished, hugging him again, this time slightly longer, before departing and closing the dorm room shortly thereafter.

He’s very nice! Bunga thought to herself, as she eventually walked back to her quarters. Taking a short shower and changing to her sleeping clothes. Reading a bit on the book she bought before turning in for the night the moment curfew hits.





James Porter



The hugs surprised James. He didn’t think he deserved such thanks. Of course, she still wanted to meet Bang - it seems that he’d have to ask his roommate to join him tomorrow afternoon. For some reason that annoyed him, but he couldn’t quite place why. Was it the fact that he had to go through the trouble of asking Bang or something else entirely? He couldn’t answer such a question. Nevertheless, he put those thoughts aside for a while and sighed heavily.

As he got back to his own dorm, he noticed a letter. Whoever left it here must've slipped it under the door. To his surprise it seemed to be addressed to him. The sender went as far as to write ”For you eyes only." He took it and went to his room for some privacy.

Bonsoir Monsieur Porter,

It has been many years since we have last spoken, but it is a joy nonetheless to see that you have been accepted into Bermuda Island, as expected of one possessing such pedigree as yours.

I am writing to request a sleeping aid for a friend of mine, an Egoist with Occidental inclinations. Her room does not suit her taste, and her bedding in particular is found wanting in consideration to her biological developments.

If you could provide such a concoction by the morning of May the 7th, I will be quite thankful.

May you remain worshipful and wealthy,
Jeanne Du Bordeaux


Jeanne, the crazy french woman. Then again, as he thought before, she may be mad but there’s a method to that madness. That alone made her incredibly dangerous.

James went on to light a match and burn the letter. Jeanne wouldn’t want anything to be used against her. This was a chance for James to expand his network of associates within Bermuda. He immediately got to work and got to work setting up his lab - there was a long night ahead of him.


A collab between @Liotrent & @Kumbaris

THE CRUSADE OF RECLAMATION

Or at least it should've been...



It started with a startled patrol. A flood of monsters and unfamiliar animals and unknown dangers. But it was after this that the dwarves responded with focused aggression until they could control the situation. It was then that it dawned on them that the magical gateways once again sparked to life and opened a way for the dwarves of Dunmar to return. The generations here were old enough to remember their exodus. Dunmar moved forward, but never forgot. The Emperor himself marched to the top of Scibriz, the mountain capital. He then ordered half the army within Scibriz to assemble. With all this commotion the rumors began to spread, thousands of dwarves who weren't in the army gathered behind the columns of armored men and women.

On top of Scibriz stood Ulrik Longbeard, son of Dorik Longbeard, son of Ulfrik Longbeard. He is from a clan of dwarves who have fought against the goblin menace, dwarves who have led their people to prosperity. Now he stands where his father had led his people. He stands alongside a mighty host of dwarves eager to retake their homeland. He was here at the head of the dwarven formation. An army of twelve thousand dwarves to retake their homeland and rise to the glory their fathers and their forefathers once had. Behind them was a long caravan of dwarven settlers that would once again fill the halls of old Dunmar.

Ulrik looked down hill at the rows of chanting dwarves. He raised one hand balled in a fist and the chanting stopped. The silence filled the air and across the jagged mountain tops the echoes began to fade. He then started his speech shouting at the top of his lungs as the mountains carried his echoing message down towards the foot of the mountain.

"LISTEN TO ME SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF DUNMAR AND LISTEN GOOD! HERE I STAND WHERE MY FATHER STOOD WHEN HE LED OUR PEOPLE FROM THE CATACLYSM! THAT RAT BASTARD SAVED OUR SORRY ARSES SO THAT WE COULD SURVIVE! NOW I STAND HERE TO LEAD YOU BACK TO OUR ANCESTRAL HOMELANDS - FROM DUNLAN TO MENIR! LET'S TAKE IT ALL BACK BEFORE THOSE GREEN INBRED FUCKS GET THERE BEFORE WE DO! LET GAIA KNOW THAT WE DWARVES HAVE RETURNED AND LET ANY ARMY THAT STANDS AGAINST US KNOW THAT WE WILL FIGHT AND DIE! WE'LL TAKE THEM WITH US IF THOSE BLOODY FUCKS WANT A PIECE! LET THEM HEAR THE GRUMAKS ROAR AND WATCH THEM SHIT THEIR KNICKERS! STOMP AND SHOUT PROUD DUNMARII! URATH ARAN KATARR!"


He grabbed a banner next to him and raised it high while also raising his axe. The people of Dunmar began once again to chant.

"URATH ARAN KATARR! URATH ARAN KATARR! URATH ARAN KATARR!"

This chant was the rallying cry of Dunmar. Urath aran katarr in common tongue means to death or glory. Ulrik would leave Ruhk in the hands of his retainers and lead a crusade to Gaia to reclaim their lost world. He held it in his mind as he walked through the portal. On the other side he found himself shielding his eyes from the harsh sunlight. To his disdain, there were already others here. His army was marching behind him. If these people here on Gaia now were to take the wrong idea then Dunmar would be pulled into an unnecessary conflict that he would have to retreat from.

“Ah shite..." he grumbled, he barely had time to take in the scenery before his entire mood was ruined.

The next to emerge was his retainer, Halmdir Swordsworn. "Ah bloody hell... I haven't seen the tallfolk since I was a wee lad. What should we do about it my lord?"

"Go back and tell the rest of the army to hold... I'll need to barter passage or we might end up fighting the tallfolk and the goblin hordes. I need neither on our crusade."

Halmdir nodded and went back through to stop the army's march on the other side. Ulrik on the other hand continued to curse under his breath, "I'd rather kiss a Grumak's arse than grovel to some tallfolk. I hope the cataclysm curbed their egos or by the gods I'LL CAVE THEIR BLOODY HEADS IN..."




Meanwhile...

The drums begin to sound within abandoned dwarven strongholds. The warbled screams of inbred beasts echo within caves and across mountains.

The Goblin horde awakens. It knows that the rifts had opened once more. They too will move soon. They too will sweep across the different worlds and infect them with a savage malice.

Their civilization will march to conquer new lands and spread their accursed race. The question is when...




James Porter



"Excuse me? But, are you okay do you need help?"

James turned his attention to the person calling out to him. He was surprised, but it seems that he was a bit careless - his emotions were showing on the surface. What's more is that this person was barely wearing anything. Something he was used to on his foreign assignments, but that is to say, it's always a bit of a shock.

"Ah, sorry for the suddenness of this, but your face looks very pale, and I thought that you might be a bit depressed or something. I'm Bunga Kurniawan, an Egoist." She continued. To James, she seemed friendly and genuinely concerned for his well being. It was a nice change of pace, one he was still not used to, one that he still wondered he deserved.

James then chuckled a little then replied in a friendly manner, "It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. My name is James Porter, dynamicist and chemist. I'm quite sorry if I've worried you miss Kurniawan, but I'm quite fine." He took off his top hat and bowed slightly, gentlemanly as he should, he then turned his attention to her "What about you miss? You seem a bit out of it yourself."

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