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The Caldwell’s Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Year 2

Jack was practically in a trance on the bike, he blinked and snapped out of it, realizing how much time flew by"holy Moses! How long were we here?! Time flies here apparently."

The forgotten

@jordy0403The meaning of life is up to you, life itself has no purpose, but our individual lives do, and they don't have a meaning until you give them one,

The forgotten

@Madly33@jordy0403 should I make an OOC?

The forgotten

@jordy0403yay :) btw, I know the answer to the question in your signature.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

Don't worry willow. The orphanage isn't gonna go tenkai knights on us and spit out a giant wolf that's carrying the people to somewhere else, we can wait.

The Caldwell’s Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Year 2

@Aisling(just a friendly bit of info, in your signature, you spelled beware wrong)

Jack hopped on the bike and said to Avalon"I'm in both courses, my dragon just hatched and the little matchstick is asleep, I hope"

The Family That Slays Together [Reboot] [Family of Supernatural Hunters]

@King Tai"the skin walker, I only ended up this way because apparently, sneak attacks aren't my defining characteristic"

The Caldwell’s Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Year 2

Jack was walking along the tread mill like a march without end, he was beginning to get rather bored, but stayed.

Ravenrend

It was a time a few decades back

That brought fourth a blight that would attack

A mere settlement known as Ravenrend

Fourth from shadows would this evil send

Forces of dark agenda twisted and vile

Those who believed otherwise were taken in denial

For the pale creatures of an ungodly night

Into all hearts great and small would they induce fright

But in the dark, so lonely and cold

Arose a group so fearless and bold

They were known as the Phenoix Blades

Harkem, neruz, Epoch and kerah, they brought down mighty foes

And in time would bring about the end of many woes

But their time was not without end

For in the small holm of Ravenrend

Was always shadows willing to kill

Lurking on the other end of a distant hill

Casting their own shadow over the little place

And after time forgets, they will give chase.

Decades after the events mentioned in this little poem, a dark force awakens and will slowly clasp a hand around this town, but the descendants of the four Pheonix blades will arise, discover who their ancestors were and, as is said, bring about and end to many woes.

Mages in training

Could I join?