Halavan The Living Mountain Ji San

It's only been half a century after the discovery of a race long dead from a time before the current era. The Bantioc expedition team expected only to find ruins and rich veins of valuable rare metals within the Ruined City of Taepan. What they encountered, was something even more valuable than all the riches of the world: Dae Yongs.

These giants of the past were thought to be extinct. Records from the Grand Archives document their conquest throughout the planet until a devastating, virulent disease began systematically wiping cities after cities. From such violent nature of this plague, it was commonly accepted that they would have died off if not from the actual pandemic, then from the sudden and harsh collapse of infrastructure.

Yet what the Bantioc expedition team found were living, breathing Dae Yongs, reviving each other from the long, isolated hibernation they subjected themselves to in order to escape the complete destruction of their race. These Dae Yongs weren't feral, nor where they disorganized. Systematically waking each other, already assigning positions in their social classes, everything was planned out for the race knew: in order to survive, everything must be preserved.

Of those who survived the devastation was a jolly, relaxed, ancient monk of his race: Ji San. Born attuned to  the very land built and rebuilt over the eons, he took the role of guarding what will become the future land of his people. The old world he once knew is no more, but the history of the land can never be erased even with all of what has happened. But the Grand City of Taepan is being rebuilt; the five orders of Earth, Fire, Metal, Water, and Wind are restructuring themselves to what was once their pinnacle of power.

"The earth always has a story to tell. you must have the ears to listen to her to grow."

Ji San, The Earth Mountain explores the new world, with the powers of an Earthborne monk at the palm of his hand. Heeding the calls of crying land to fertilize and renew the desolate soils.

Galivas Of Beasts and Men

As the second moon hung lazily in the starry sky, huffs and rumbles were heard faintly behind the crystal door. It wasn't too long when the ritual ended, both basking in the afterglow complemented by the luminous moons.

A low growl quelled the silence following the laps and clinks.

Slowly but surely, the sounds of a wet and tight ritual resumed. Only this time the blissful rumbles and moans growing louder into the night.

- Carnal Nights of Beasts and Men





So it turns out, Xyro likes to surprise me with an occasional visit without my permission into my room. although, if he keeps this up, I might keep the door unlocked.

11/11/2015 I foresee a +1 to the count of Orgasmic Xyro Roars

Aoion The Courier of Death

"With his final breath, he asked the Courier, 'Why, why would you take the only chance for me to repent?'

"and the deity rolled the handle of his focus about within his palms. 'You've had your chance for a long time. I'm just here to do my job, just like you were before you decided to follow a different path. your end wasn't predetermined, it's just that your bell rang loud enough for me to come get you.'

"He finally sighed, releasing his tension as the last of his strength slipped away, the bloodied blade slipping out of his grip, into the pool of his own blood. 'Tsk. always making a mess before I come to pick them up. C'mon, you lazy sloth, get up on your feet and let's go for a walk.'

"His eyes opened, his strength ghostly echoing through his body as he gets up to his feet. 'I was wondering when you'd come get me, I'm sick of this blood thirsty world.'

'So am I. Let's go have some fun, your brothers are waiting for you, both the living and the dead.'"

Seibar, the Courier of Death

Bantioc Above the Clouds

Autumn has rolled over on the northern hemisphere; leaves are changing their colors, the air is getting crispy cool, and schools have opened their doors.

"What's school like, Mr. Roh?"

"It's a place I've learned to put a happy face, make lots of friends, and planned world domination... When I was your age."

"Really? World domination?"

"Haha, Sort of, it helps when you've got friends in every corner of the world."

The engines continue to purr, the winds whistling past the mast, and the city ship of Godsend's port coming into view.

"Your first day of school. Remember what I told you, make friends, and tell me anything that you want to talk about."

Bantioc August Rush

It's the last weeks of summer at Galivas's most popular beach, South Shore. The sun still shines bright high in the sky as a Bantioc cruiser hovers to a halt just off the premises. It's not long before a small fishing boat flies from over the hills as well; lowering its anchor by the dunes and coming to a rest, perched on the sand.

-Welcome to South Shore, where the sun smiles and the waves roll about.-

"What a tacky welcoming board." said the fleet admiral as he stepped out from the shuttle along with his wife and the crew of the Bantioc cruiser.

"Oh, hush. Let's warm our furs while we can before the fleet departs the sector." replied the doctor to her husband, whipping out a pair of sunglasses from her handbag.

" You're right. With friends and comrades all around, it can only get better."

With uniforms stripped and tucked aside, Flt Adm. Roh takes his seat on the beach face, leaning back on the lap of his love, Dr. Sarah. The two look over to their friends -a fisherman- Ain, building a sand sculpture with the young captain, Argo. Just off the distance, even notorious pirates want some fun, tackling the waves with a board.

"Ahh... Now all we need are two vanilla ice cream cones." Sighed the admiral, sucking on his pipe.

"Marcus, We already talked about your belly situation." Laughed the doctor, rubbing the thick shoulders of her man.

Pirate Special Requisition Deal

"Weapons be a rare commodity, if ye don' know yer connections, mate. I be able to help. Th' name's Razorshard, Th' Captain Razorshard, and ye do well to remember it. I got everythin' ye need for yer dogfights, from yer run of th' mill alpha-kinetics to them special hull breachers. Besides, ye ain't gettin' these fine example of Bantioc Engineerin' without pay. An' ye's got a fine lookin' aft..."

-The Captain Razorshard weapon trade negotiations

Galivas By The Waterfalls

With the hot sun blazing in the skies of Aoion, he though it would be best to cool off after the vigorous training exercise. But this deep in the woods, his favorite public tubs were out of the question, and his dwellings are too far to be of any comfort. So keeping his wits about and listening to the sounds of nature, thundering waters weren't too far from where he was. The straps were loosened and the trousers slid off onto the ground, a few steps forward met with the cold, refreshing waters of a nearby waterfall.

Nexus Illyan Indoctrination

The Church of Illyan was a sect governed under the ruling Nexus hegemony before it became an independent cult. The people of Nexus generally don't want to talk about it ever since the disaffiliation. Yet finding the members of this sect is nigh impossible due to the secrecy of the members' involvement. I was lucky enough to find a former parishioner in the city of Veloo. With a long braid down the side of his neck, sharp wits of the people he met with, wearing almost nothing but segments of metal bands, everything was normal about him but his taste in fashion. I had to wonder why the police didn't stop him for his indecent exposure of his genitals and his pierced nipples. Of course, I wouldn't start out with that question so I'd ask the next obvious thing: "Why did you leave the Church of Illyan?"

"Why I left? There's only so much torture a man can commit before asking the desensitized mind what he's doing with his life. I found myself almost every week putting my foot on the loops that hung from another man's testicles, pulling it down until he's crying and screaming; or pulling back the cables that were anchored to the nipples of new members of the church, seeing their struggles in the binds as they begged for more. The people who join this church are either sick minded, sexually gluttonous, or masochistic. I too admit I was seeking the exciting "sexual" nature of the church, but when I became Magister and was tasked with performing the wishes of those poor souls, I knew this wasn't the church I wanted to be a part of."

"How do members leave? If this cult is secretive about their members, surely a magister can't walk out the front door?"

"You can when parishioners are slotted in the walls and squirming like animals moaning and begging for pleasure. Set your head straight, tell the other magisters you're needing some fresh air, and never look back once you're outside. That's why I refuse to go back to Nexus. I don't want to be indoctrinated back into the Church of Illyan."

I thanked him for the interview, making sure not to get too close to him as we shook hands before parting ways.

Few days later when I contacted him, he offered to take me on a tour through the Church of Illyan.

I politely turned down his offer.

Bantioc The Two Sides of the Fleet Admiral

" Every morning, I remember waking up and dressing myself for the daily routines as the chief communications officer for the fleet admiral. Everything I did always involved speaking with him one way or another. Everyday was the same, power the console, arrange the garble of data into a familiar set up, read through the graphs and tell the admiral what he needed to know to run the ship.

"Until one day I screwed up and made a mistake in my routines. I gave him wrong information that resulted in a mess of shuttles distributing the commodities to wrong ships. Needless to say, he wasn't too happy about it but seemed pretty calm when he told me to meet him at the Executive Lounge on the Officer Quarters Deck 05...

"From that day, I try and fake a mistake every now and then. It adds the little bit of the spice in my life that makes it exciting."

-Chief Communications Officer Rico Tae

Taepan, Halavan. The Halo of Kings

"Teacher once told me that I would one day become a great king, ruling with my brothers and sisters seated upon the peaks of Taepan, the City of Winds. He wanted to show me my prosperous future, the vision of what I would never see once I have achieved my ultimate goal.

"It was truly beautiful, as the fog gently licked the steppes, the lazy clouds lightly brushing the tips, and how in the middle of all this tranquility, rested Taepan with its Halo of Kings.

"I asked him, 'Teacher, why am I to become a king for the people of Taepan? I am no different than my brothers nor my friends.'

"He simply chuckled, patting my hat while sucking on his pipe. I didn't know what he meant by that back then, but now I do. Taepan is the city of the Ancients. it is up to the new, untarnished eyes of the young to bring forth the changes needed to continue our culture."
-Disciple Han Yuson

Galivas "I ate all the chocolate I bought for you..."

"... but you'll still get something sweet,"
-Xyro Havok


"Mmm, this is much better than a box of chocolates, my sweet, sweet Xyro."
-Xeros Havok.


Chemistry between the two is like how a sodium ion is desperately clinging on to a chloride ion because he stole the other's heart.


Happy love matching day!

The Imperial Migrant Fleet of Bantioc

"Let no soul be left behind from our Great Exodus. We welcome those with the fiery spirit and burning passion to follow us in our Journey." -The Bantioc Flagship Exodus Dogma

A nation once proudly thrived on a small island made the choice of conquest and expansion, believing that it is up to the Arinos to influence the other races of the great and prosperous life of a Bantian. Their conquests were merciless. Full sweep to reduce the number of opposition with their massive dreadnoughts; artillery striking the grounds with claps of thunder and balls of fire; soldiers moving in tight squads picking off the remaining resistance with ease. Their glory, however, was short lived when they faced against a nation determined to stay true to their own traditions and culture.

Both Bantioc and her nemesis: Galivas, fought a long, taxing war. Each offensive met with a powerful retaliation. Ships, armed to the teeth, were nothing but a husk of their former awe with each boarding. Eradicating a full division would only see two more replacing their ranks. It all came down with one event on her last days of imperialism: the death of Bantioc's renowned Empress.

With the exchange of power from an influential, articulate royalty to the power hungry self-proclaimed emperor-general, the fleet began to suffer. Supplies dwindled with each offensive, ships of great numbers were reduced to wrecks for the sea to claim, and respected admirals were scapegoats of a crumbling order.

Until one day, the admirals of the fleet unanimously agreed to what they once swore never to do.

"We, the Imperial Fleet of the Royal Armada, hereby secede from Bantioc to seek sanctuary from the illegitimate powers of the crowned emperor and his oppression of the common welfare. We, the Imperial Fleet, shall commandeer the Bantioc Flagship Exodus as the beacon of our mission: to provide safe haven to the true people of Bantioc." -Declaration of Secession of the Imperial Migrant Fleet.

When the engines of the flagship roared to life, the capital ships and their escorts loaded their armaments. The fleet admirals took their positions overlooking the city of Exodus from the bridge of the ship. The sea clung to the hull of the vessel as it slowly rose from the waves yearning for the days of the old glory. Yet the people of the Exodus knew they had to move on forward, aiming towards the new world from the remnants of their once prestigious empire.

"The Exodus is eternal, the loyalty and passion of the people shall forever immortalize the sanctuary of her people." -3rd Fleet Admiral Lucas Tau of the Bantioc Flagship Exodus

She rose from the blue waves, the engines roaring as they pushed the great vessel into the sky. the aging hull groaned but held fast as the Exodus climbed higher and higher. When her thrusters could no longer heave, the people marked their altitude, declaring it as their nation's haven.

"We are the people of Bantioc. Our ships are our homes. Our Exodus shall never falter." - Rallying calls of Bantioc citizens.

Fun fact 1: 

The Bantioc Flagship Exodus's maximum housing capacity is approximated to be around 30 million. 

The next largest ship, the Bantioc Civilian Cityship Godsend's maximum housing capacity is approximated to be around 25 million 

and the last notable titan class ship, the Bantioc Defense Platform Titan's maximum housing capacity is approximated to be around 22 million. 

but it only requires only 300 people each to operate the ships to their full capacity assuming that the operators are fully trained and are capable.

The Imperial Migrant Fleet suffers from overpopulation so severe, even active military capital ships have housing for families of military personnel.

The Imperial Migrant Fleet's population is approximated to be around 120 million. (Stop having sex, Bantioc, else you might have to go back conquering lands just to have breathing space.)

Fun fact 2:

It is a misnomer to refer the Imperial Migrant Fleet as "Bantioc" but citizens of other countries still refer the fleet as "Bantioc" and so do the people of the fleet.

Fun fact 3:

Bantioc's government is based on the admirals representing the ships they command. There has been only one case of corruption that was swiftly dealt with which resulted in an understanding among the officers most notable being "Corruption is punishable by public firing squad of your peers." Talk about pick-pocketing your friends.