User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-7345250-20191201052351


 * Once the Acolyte family has taken hold of the marlin's sail, it shoots away in a southerly direction, using its nose to pierce the surf like a dart. The fish is almost fast enough to keep up with Goldfin, who is casually backpedaling ahead of them.

Goldfin: "Next stop: Maretropolis."


 * A pleasantly lyrical laugh is audible over Polter's shoulder, dulcet and yet unambiguously... derisive.

Force Filly: "To deter ponies. Right. Better luck with the next one."


 * She moves to walk right past them or, alternatively, through them. As Polter's team has learned, Force Filly is headstrong to a fault.