User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-7345250-20180501034701


 * Force Filly sits down with the others. She eyes the baguettes suspiciously at first, but she soon relaxes once she recognizes them as snacks.

Force Filly: "So... I've been talking with Dr. Naaa."


 * At last, the owl plummets into a pile of snow and releases the scepter.

Uncle Wing: "A-Ah. Well then. Perhaps I can interest you in some classical bovine interior décor? To decorate your lair, of course. I recommend-"

Dances in Dust: "My master's lair, Wing. I know he is operating out of Canterlot now. Where is the entrance?"


 * The felt-capped pony bites his lip.

Uncle Wing: "You know, as a supplier, he is entitled to his privacy..."

Mr. Spearmint: "You may return to assist the others now, if you wish, but be discreet. We will hold the fort down here."


 * He takes the remaining jar in hoof and flies up for the crow's nest.


 * Flashfire stumbles back with a "Yeowch!" upon being kicked in the muzzle, but she is quick to raise a pillar of flame where her opponent lands.