User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150727013953

The Gunslinger clears his throat. He begins to speak in a nuetral accent. "As I said, I just want to know what you are reading."

DL just shrugs. "I learn to live with it."

SH bites back the urge to berate Crap-Pony for insulting Goldfin.

In a forest, a mare treks through the shade. She wears a hood, and appears to be looking for something. She finally picks her way to a clearing. In the center of the clearing, there is a pedestal. On the pedstal sits a whip. The whip is made of a black leather, barbed with obsidian shards. The mare laughs. "Finally! The Whip of Fire, the first piece of the Bringer of Justice."

The mare walks up to the whip and picks it up in her hooves. She wraps the grip around her hoof and lashes the weapon. It's entire length is set alight with white-hot flame. It strikes the ground, leaving a burnt scar in the dirt. The mare laughs. "Years from now they shall speak of my might! They shall recall legends of my conquest. For thousands of moons ponies shall fear my name!"

The mare's hood is blown off my the wind, revealing the mare's gray face and thundercloud colored eyes. "They shall remember me, Thunder Wing!"

Thunder claps and lightning boils across the sky, creating false daylight.