Pirate Just about Dawnin'

"Life isn't easy when you're out an about on your own. Sometimes you just want to sleep in a little after the rough navigation. But if you want food on the table, you've got to rouse up at the crack of dawn, grab your trusty net, and shake off that drowsiness. But he's always there, with that calm look on him. You better watch it though, he's quick to muscle in if you miss your first catch of the day."

Bantioc Christening the Cockpit

It's not often the Imperial Bantioc Navy rolls out new sets of wings for the Air Force. But when there's a new pair of wings to spread, some can't help but get a feel for the new upholstery, the controls, the view.

A fine chip off the old block. Ace Pilot, 7 High Honors, Valedictorian, and one of the youngest Vice Admirals.

At least Papa Roh won't find out what Li'l Roh did right before he took the new Skylark out for a spin.

At least that's what Alexander Roh wants to believe.

Ferlovious The Encounter

We call them Draconians.

An ancient race of our world, hardened to the apex of their evolution by the unforgiving Deserts of Ferlovious.

Sun Divers.

Revenants.

Sand Drakes.

They're known by many names.

But none speak louder than their presence.

Bantioc The Pianist and His Queen

Marcus and his wife Sarah, composing a duet within the confines of their home, the Bantioc Flagship Exodus.

Galivas The Lantern Festival

It starts with picking the right color of the paper.
Red for Happiness.
Yellow for Prosperity.
Blue for Peace.
Orange for Health.

Then build the frame that best portray your resolution.
Cylinder for Spreading Love.
Box for More Wealth.
Cone for Good Harvest.
Ball for Gaining Strength.

After that, it's time to decorate! Draw or paint the crest of family or heritage, or write messages of good fortune.

Once it's done, light it up and hang it on the pole to raise it high into the air. As the Parade starts, the streets will be light just by the Lantern Festival. Everyone will be there, so come join us!

Bantioc The Party Animal

The Fleet Admiral was always the tough man when it came down to Naval business. Commanding the largest fleets, barking order after order to ensure the stability of the chain of command, steering the High Command's interests befit to the objectives at hand.

But that's all before he tosses his pressed coat over to the racks, flinging the peaked cap to a hat stand, loosening the tie, and kicking back to relax at the end of each year.

"The Turn Over" is what Bantians call an annual festival counting down the days to the new year; the last days celebrated with friends all over the world filled with hefty meals, seasonal desserts and all the alcohol there is to drink.

Marcus was always the bottomless casket when it came down to partying. Emptying the kegs of wine or beer in a single sitting, smoking an entire forest with his trusty pipe, letting his closest friends: Risco and Lucas enjoy some of his creamy shots.

At least Risco wouldn't need to worry about the big guy remembering this night.

After all, he volunteered to be the designated driver, and Risco wouldn't want to face the wrath from Marcus's wife if the Senior Medical Officer found out everyone was drunk in that car.

Happy Holidays! And please drink responsibly!

Galivas Wrapped in Red

His heart began to race with each pass through the rings, the vibrant red ribbon slowly embracing the two together into a tight bondage. The breathing began to slow, deeper breaths, pushing out the chest and feeling the tight resistance of the red velvet pulling on the heavy golden rings. With one last deep breath, filling his lungs with the musky air, he pulls his arms to his sides, tightening the binds until the other was helplessly secured to his naked body.

"Happy Birthday, my beloved brother."