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.