The Necromancer: Glorious Battle part 1The Necromancer: Glorious Battle part 1The Necromancer: Glorious Battle part 1 by DarkHarrison117
Note: If you have not read the stories before this one I advise you do so or you won't understand what is happening.
The valiant, if slightly foolhardy defenders of Ravenstone were given until the next day to form a decision to the necromancers request. "You had a father!?” Taylor yelled at Jaxon, “Why did you not tell us about this when you got here!” Jaxon hesitated, “I have a great many secrets, Taylor, many of which I am not willing to share.” Jaxon's friends were all taken aback by this, Cora angrily jabbed a talon at the young mage's chest. “Alright, you may be one of Taylor's friends, but you're not mine, tell us why there's a massive army of skeletons outside waiting to tear us to pieces with some crazy guy who calls himself your father or else.”
Jaxon glared at Cora, his wounded pride gave him a quick retort, “I'm not scared of you, or what you think you can do to me, I don't answer
OC Reference: TaylorName: TaylorOC Reference: Taylor by DarkHarrison117
Hair Colour: Black
Backstory: Taylor was an orphan left at the gates of Ravenstone College for mages, he spent practically his whole life there, honing his skills in magic. Eventually he found a family in the form of the storm dragon Cora. Taylor and Cora now adventure together. Helping others wherever and whenever they can. As a necromancer, Taylor has the ability to raise and control the dead, this includes; ghosts, zombies and skeletons. These abilities don't exactly earn him a lot of favour and he prefers not to use them unless the need is dire. Taylor dreams of someday building a castle where he and Cora can someday live in peace.
Likes: Magic, mischief, flying and the colour yellow.
Dislikes: Too many people looking at him at once, magically animated objects (don't ask) and people thinking they're better than him.
Fears: Also magically animated objects (still don't ask), The death of friends or family, deep water, water in general
Into the DarknessInto the DarknessInto the Darkness by DarkHarrison117
The people say it's haunted. But I know that it's haunted. Before the incident, I had laughed at the people who had told me about the 'haunted castle' on top of the hill. I should have listened, but after years of playing in its empty corridors, I wasn't about to believe it was haunted. I still remember having lunch with Tyanna on top of the southeast turret with the noon sky clear and bright. I recall fondly the expeditions with Alarvik and Galden into the depths of the castle to rescue imaginary damsels and slay imaginary dragons. I also remember stolen kisses with Brienna in old passageways and empty rooms. I was eighteen before I finally realized that in all our explorations and playing, we had somehow missed the black door. It was made of oak, with a steel rim and a skull engraved on a steel handle. None of us had ever seen it before. It was the night before we would part; leave the village and go our separate ways. One last meeting in the place of our childhood