The playground is not the happy place you think it is. Slides are owned, swings are fought over, and don't even think about jumping on the monkey bars without permission. Adults only see kids playing and running. What they fail to understand is that behind every child's smile, laugh, and skip lurks an agenda. The playground is a war zone and the kids who play in it are the soldiers. Time for you to get into the fight!
The heavenly bodies move like gears in a giant cosmic clock. From this, time is created, flows, and ends. We are swept up by the current of creation and destruction, the beginning and the end. Fate shuffles the deck and deals you a hand that determines what role you will play in this endless procession of moments. The only question is, do you accept what Fate has dealt you?
This month we have games about playground shenanigans, new twists on old classics, time travel, fantasy battles, illegal liquor running, Norse Gods, fiery mages, alien politicians, bar fights, football, and a mystery game I cannot speak about until such time I have been given explicit instructions to do so by a small army of lawyers dressed in ninja outfits. I'm joking, of course. The lawyers wear suits.
Fact: Young dragons know everything. As a young dragon, you know that all dragons (regardless of age) need a treasure hoard and treasure can be found by burning villages, looting adventurers, and stealing from other dragons. So, that's what you plan to do this afternoon instead of playing Knights & Maidens. It upsets you that the older dragons just roll their eyes when you tell them your plan, but you don't worry about it too much. There's treasure to be won and ancient dragons are soooo boring.
To worldly explorers, ocean liners are a well-known method of travel. To those who keep abreast of current trends, ocean-bound ships are passé. The new craze is airships and they are simply wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that many of the upper class (and a few undesirables) have purchased airships of their own and now race them for Queen, Country, and bragging rights. You have joined such a race and now look to make a name for yourself.
The skies above the kingdom remains a realm without limits. It's the last place where freedom can be obtained by anyone regardless of race, rank, or title. It's also a lawless place where the strong feed on the week. It's here you find yourself, in the clouds, soaring on a giant airship. Your crew await your orders as another airship comes into view. Do you ready the guns, prepare to board, or maneuver to ram? What are your orders, captain?