User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20161004063811

Golden Age: "Fine... When do we move?"


 * By this time, the Princess of the Crystal Empire has eased the minds of some certain five Manehattanites and lead them off to arrange their ride home. Thus, the royal library is empty...


 * Except for Parlys the Pale and his Princess Amore, of course.


 * Humming to himself, the self-proclaimed artist reflects upon the day's events. While he is loath to accept encouragement from that nasty fox, the vague acceptance of his idle musings is as good a greenlight as any.


 * Drawing upon the whole gamut of his magical expertise, ranging all the way from the changelings' dark arts to the deer's bio-theurgy, he dips his crystal quill in crystal ink.