WELCOME, ONCE AGAIN, STUDENTS, TO AMPIOMACH ACADEMY
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR MID-TERM BREAK, AND THAT YOU MAK A GREAT EFFORT IN YOUR EXAMS THIS CRISTMAS
THIS TURM WE WILL BE CUVRING
Duke stopped writing. He read over the letter. There was at least 3 simple spelling mistakes there, and that was something an accomplished Proffesser should not make. He sighed, and rubbed his bleary eyes. It had all started in September, just a month ago. After the lightning, everything was going... he stopped, and fell asleep. Just like that.
The mirror in the corner of the room stirred. Something stepped out. It was tall, and had a near blank face, except for the hollowed eyes and the simple smile it wore. It had a suit on- one of the ones from the mid-eighteenth century. The thing walked over to Duke, and touched his head. Something flowed from his hand, and Duke woke up. He looked somewhat different.
"Find the orb." the Eldritch Man whispered. "The master grows tired."
Welcome again, friends, to the third Ampiomach Academy Roleplay!
Now, I know the opening scene there asks more questions than it answers, but all will soon be revealed.
Until then, make sure to sign up!
My own sign ups will be here soon enough.
Good luck, friends!