Long long ago when before men fell. When men could be held to their word, and women where honest. Everyone fought for honor, and defending your family and name came first. There was a famliy, a family decended from Wolves and Dragons. Targaryen was their name, Honor came as natural to them as breath, well renown for their prowess in battle. They were happy with the land they owned, the battle's and tournaments they fought in. The Targaryens claimed loyalty to no king, and were controlled by no one.

    But...Everyone had enemies...Royals families and gods alligned to whipe the Targaryens from history, take their land, and rid themselves of the defience that ran rampant in Targaryen veins. Faced with terrible odds the family knew their demise was close at hand, but surrender was not something they were acquainted with. Bravley they all fought but there was no hope for them. A god they slew, as well as several of the greatest warriors in the land. The Alliances prize was hard earned, and greatly sacraficed for.....but what no one knew...is the Targaryen tripplet infants were smuggled away, sent to a distant lands across the sea, seperated with no clue of their heritage....untill many generations later in their dreams the story was revealed...it appears that one god had a plan for them after all...

    From all walks of life they came Magician, Healers, and Fighters alike, all different but all called by Blood and Fire in their veins.

    A few months ago I had the dreams, now I have acquried the strength, so I send out the call, to reunite the Targaryens under my banner.

~Tackle Targaryen~