User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151114041944


 * Goldfin cackles to herself. Okay, maybe she can have some fun with this...


 * The river rises and rises until the whole scene is underwater, but the sunlight grows stronger to compensate for the bluish pall. She canaries flitter closer and closer, circling Death like vigorous sirens.

Flashfire: "Ah... Aha!"


 * She condenses the cylinder further into a compact, fiery orb. Pestilence is thus surrounded and contained by a dense bubble of plasma.

Forest Dragon: "Rest easy, little one."


 * The Forest Dragon maneuvers between War and the newly freed pony. He snorts and claps his hands together to strike war from both sides.