User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20151026122410

???: "Please put down your spear, Black Smith."

A pale skinned, bald equine walks out of the corner of the room. The monster has leathery wings and a cracked horn. His eye sockets are holy and his gums appear to have rotted away, so it looks like he is always smiling. Thunder nocks an arrow and Death looks right at her. "Ah Thunder Wing...or should I say Grey Feather..."

Thunder reels back..."I haven't used that name since I was young!"

The creature laughs. His laugh is smooth, but terrible, like a madman's lullaby. "Nothing is secret from Death."

Death turns to Flashfire. "Isn't that right...Ashley, slayer of the Death Dragon?"

SH: "I'm guessing the emaciated one is Famine and the white one is Pestilence...Wasn't there a third one?"

GH walks through the barren plain..."Where is the exit...I defeated my challenge...Where is the exit?"