Harvest Season

Xyro wanted to take me up north of Galivas for some special meeting with a group of people I've never personally met. I've known about the "Feral" Kanis living in the Northern Galivas regions, but I've been told meeting them is just one of those events where you just do it once and not really ever do it again sort of deal.

Boy... were they...

So...

Wrong.

Thanks Xyro, now I know where I should go if I ever feel frisky.

Warm to the Touch

He suggested we try something new. He claimed he trained for months.

I watched as he got comfortable, looping the draperies about his room to elegant braids.

He asked me to make myself at home, and so I did.

He then strung himself up. He lifted his gigantic legs on the braids.

And with one motion, invited me to claim what he declared was rightfully mine.

Thanks Xyro. Each year you do something too ridiculous for me to pass up.

An Invitation of Corruption

He could only whisper the name of his desire.

He could only mutter the need of his mortal coil.

As the needs were answered, he saw the face.

Another face. Another face.

He would only chant the name of his other.

He would only release the essence of his body.

As the needs were answered, he saw the faces of god.

A face, mocking the face of his lover.

Papa's Seat

Dad and I never really got along. He was a fully decorated Fleet Admiral with countless accolades and commendations. I'm just an engineer who barely passed my EToP. I left his side when I was assigned to a ship he personally oversaw her construction. I got kicked off the project of my grades.

It's been a few years since I last saw him. 

I kind of miss him.

He was always that "I know I'm better than you but I still want to help you" kind of a person.

Papa, I hope you don't get this message. Because I want to tell you personally that I missed you.

PS: Please ignore the smut. I asked some random Galivian to draw you fucking my ass senseless for fap material.

Love, Tico.

Chocolate Casanova

"If you ever get a chance to visit that popular island nation with one of the single largest cities, you have to stop by Veloo's very exclusive club, the Sea Dogs' Folly. They open pretty late in the night though."

"Visiting Veloo? You should definitely go to Sea Dogs' Folly. They know how to throw a party, especially the night life party if you're into those."

"A diplomatic trip to Veloo? You're joking right? No one goes to Veloo for official business, you must be going because of the Sea Dogs' Folly club. One of the best cocktails and mocktails around, and the best dishes if you want to sample the local cuisines."

"What? You never heard about Sea Dogs' Folly? You're missing out! When you get to that club, do yourself a favor and tip the derekonian bartender. He's named Ishmael and he's got these two really long braids. You can't miss him."

"You're headed to the Sea Dogs' Folly? Hey, take it from me, a guy samples the best dishes in this port city: Find the Chocolate Casanova. He's a derekonian with two really long braids, tip him generously when he serves you a drink or a dish and he might give you a round on the house if you know what I mean."

So... I visited that port city Veloo. I found a rather modest gentleman's club. Not that many girls dancing for the customers... but when you ever get a chance to visit the club, tip the guy with the braids with whatever you'd spend for their most expensive dish. He'll pay you back ten fold.

A night with the Chocolate Casanova is a night you won't forget.

"Remember me"

We had an urban legend here around Bantioc, about some careless officer who didn't practice proper Shore Leave procedures and ended up going missing when his ship, the Beacon of Salvation departed Galivas without him. 

It was funny at first thinking he was stuck trying to find a job somewhere in Galivas where he'd have to work either as an accountant or was arrested for espionage by the local police.

But it didn't take long for our Intelligence Officers to ruin that fun. We found him. A lieutenant Grigory Ohr. Held captive by some sick pirate who seemed to have this unhealthy obsession over one of our fleet admirals. 

"Remember me" is all this crazed pirate screamed.

"Remember me"

Comptetition

It's been a few months since he came back into my life after 30 years. I wasn't planning on stepping aside now that he's back in the picture. I was confident in my skills and techniques, I've been doing it for a while. I'm going to beat him at his own game. After all, I wrecked the Grinder when I graduated.

He graduated with nothing more than a wing and prayer. What does he have that I don't?

Galivas Seaside Seat

Xyro is a man of simple leisure.

A warm and sunny day, cold and clear waters, dark and smooth surface, all to be enjoyed.

A foot in the water, tanning in the sun, the cool winds caressing the skin, wondering about what the future holds.

Highly Spirited

Laundry day is Ain's favorite day.

No one is on board the Stormchaser.

Clothes have a fresh scent.

The piped is stuffed to the brim with herbs.

Just slap the hat on, lean back against the railing and drift through a wonderful world.

"Wake Ain when Stormchaser engine mad."

The Family

"Veloo is my city. A city I've ran away to from a very confused navy."

-Andrew Gamm

"This is my family. A family I've made from a very strange world."

-Ishmael Ra'Harre

"This is my world. A world I built with my will."

-Risco W. Xi

"Rrrrr...."

-Alexi Kuros

"Welcome to the Sea Dogs' Folly. You're most welcomed to my Gentlemen's Club. I do however ask you keep your hands off the goods. Happy Drinking."

Galivas The Royal Offer

It was late into the night, recess from all the drills and exercises.

He said he wanted to wait for the right time, when he was ready to take responsibilities of the generations after his.

So I helped him, but I wasn't going to sit idle and let precious, life-giving elixir dry up.

Bantioc The Measure of Man

As the Turn Over comes to a close and the new year beginning, the Arinos always seek to rekindle their pride from the times of old:

The days when the Empire was strong and safe

The days when Arinos would walk with no fear

The days when the sun never set for Bantioc

Those days may be long gone for the Bantioc, but the Arinos always seek to impress the other species of Aoion.

Behold, the Fleet Admiral Marcus Roh

Setting the standards for all Bantians

Setting the measure of Man.