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.

Tribute to D0C - Rest in Peace

You will be dearly missed, D0C. Keep on rolling, Chief!

Halavan The Mystical Grand Aeromancer Hyun Ryong

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 an old, wise, elite of his race: Hyun Ryong. Born under the guidance of the winds and air, he took on the role of exploring this new frontier. The familiar smells, sounds, and sights of what was once his home is all alien to everyone of his race. 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.

"We know what we have to aim for, and our wisdom shall carry us with the winds of progress."

Hyun Ryong, The Virtuous Dragon explores his old homelands, with the powers of a Windborne sage at the tips of his fingers. Always smoking a batch of special herb blends, he prefers to show his elite status than talk for actions speak louder than words.

Galivas "When Push Comes to Shove."

"It was early in the day with Warren going about doing his usual errands, consolidating with my decisions, looking through documenting treaties, reviewing bills that may become laws or acts for the people: politics. It was also the day Xyro became a bit more frisky than usual. By now I'm more used to how he acts when the climate turns for the cold, but Warren wasn't ready for the kind of response he was getting whenever he tried to 'play' with the Kanis Dragonkin. I wouldn't know what caused Xyro to jump, but the signs were there: Warren, pushing Xyro away with a hand on his chest or stomach; giving Xyro some 'dirty talks'; even as much as trying to size himself up against someone clearly much taller than he. Later that night, I've had some trouble falling asleep, I felt really hot and bothered, so when I decided to check on Warren if he was up to anything, I found Xyro there too, giving us our early celebratory birthday love."

-King Warren Havok I of Galivas

Note to self: Never get in physical contact with Xyro unless wanting to have him on top.
Addendum: size up against Xyro to have him ride my love shaft.

Astos The Sunset Resort

"When the seasons came around, you saw the offspring romp around in the last bits of sunlight, the politicians getting busy signing up for their campaigns and other diplomatic duties, the Kanis Dragonkins became more and more frisky with winter approaching as they try and sort some temporary armistice for the upcoming mating season, even the Arinos would clean their water filters for the season. There's also a rumor that spreads like wildfire around this time too, I don't know who started it, but a lot of us believe it was some bored Astonian wanting to just stir up trouble.

But some of us found out the truth....

'The Sunset Resort, Everlasting Happiness' is the name of an Astonian facility responsible for 'taking care' of unused, nearly expired IG-Series clones.

I thought to myself 'Oh, they finally know how to treat their slaves as genuine living people.' I was way off my mark...

'The Sunset Resort' isn't a place for people like you, it's where unused clones voluntarily give their bodies up for something.... Rumor has it that only a few actually work there, as 'janitors' cleaning up after the clones once their use has expired. - I just feel dirty talking about like they're products.- A picture was leaked to the servers, and those who know where to look found it.

I won't go into detail, you can look for it yourself, I know I've said way too much."

-IG-95 Imperial Guard Mk.VIII "Cicero"

The feels