User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20160911163245


 * Vega grimaces as his bony appendage earns a groove. Finally squirming from the horrid sensation, he lights his horn and sends the blade flying into the sea.

* The treasonous changeling prepares for far worse sensations.*

* Glaive gives a frustrated cry and stamps his hoof so hard that the floor rings.

* A kind of tormented fury usually reserved for the fettered of Tartarus burns in his eyes and sweat.*

Glaive: No, no, no... Not this time. Not again..!

* ''He pauses, trembling in place. Then he reaches into the collar of his cloak and retrieves a small glass marble.''*

Glaive: ...