User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150425021410


 * Chrysalis leads Goldfin and the others down the newly revealed corridor. Faint whispers and hisses can be heard, indecipherable and chilling.


 * The door immediately closes once everyone is inside.

Goldfin: "Anyone else hear that?"

Queen Chrysalis: "Annoying, isn't it? Thesze onesz adore darknessz and mystique even more than love. It isz hard to reason with them."


 * Another magus appears at the end of the hall, more heavily ornamented than the ones in the atrium and considerably hoarser of voice.

Elder Magus: "Your Grace, why are you here of all placesz and with outlandersz of the most distressing sort? It isz unbecoming."

Queen Chrysalis: "I'll decide what'sz unbecoming, you little flea. Stand aside."

Elder Magus: "Asz you wish, but I beg you reconsider your company. Are you not a conqueror?"


 * Chrysalis halts and glowers down at the magus. A cold anger burns deep in her eyes. Even Goldfin notices that the lesser changeling has touched a particularly sensitive nerve.

Queen Chrysalis: "Aside, peon."