User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-7345250-20150628024500

Goldfin: "At this rate, I'll soon have enough material to make a chart of my own."

Flashfire: "You're awful, you know that?"


 * Death-Stalker's gang approaches the front door, at last revealing itself and eliciting a panicked uproar from the remaining visitors. The crowd hastily scurries as far away from the horrible trio as fast as it possibly can.

Crab-Pony: "Dat's rude. Dink we should shut a fewwa dem up?"

Capt. Death-Stalker: "You are in the middle of a job."


 * Death-Stalker looks skyward, and something monstrous starts to eclipse the evening sun. The ghastly Death's-Head materializes, now borne on wings of bone and sailcloth. Gull-Pony swoops down to the deck of the vessel and lowers a rope-bound crate down to the gang.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Secure the generator. We are leaving."