User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150731170844

Achlys: "What do you think is going on here?"

A dark, vine erupts from the snow outside the mountain. The vine bursts open, depositing The Gunslinger on the ground.

GS: "Glad I kept those magical bean seeds I stole a few years back."

The Gunslinger trots over to the crevice.

Incubus brandishes his Orb of Conflict. A strong wind whips up, and the hardlight cage begins to stretch and flicker.

Incubus: "Yes...yes..."

The cage falls. The smoke monster walks over to the tree and laughs. "This is just perfect!"

Incubus summons a black axe made of smoke and quickly slashes off a branch from the tree. Incubus picks up the branch and disappears.