User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20160923022945


 * Pix curls her lip.*

Pix: The bots won't be so cooperative this time. I've given them an active command to anchor in your skin. They can only be removed without permanent scarring if I do it myself.

* The inked mare sighs and gives the none-too-distant octopus another glance.*

Pix: ...And I don't know how the train crash. All of a sudden, everything jerked hard, the car went flying, and before I knew it there was a boulder through the wall and my restraints blew out. I didn't see much, but stuff like that doesn't just happen.

* ''Strongheart thus approaches a lodge of wood and stone. Mounted upon its facade, between two magical torches, is a cloak-shaped crest bearing a sword, axe, and skeleton key.''

* ''The ponies assembled before it are all clad in either farmers' duds or light armor of cotton pads and boiled leather. The mob is still small enough that Strongheart can see a lavender bat-pony mare in the middle—she turns her head this way and that, trying to address each frustrated citizen.''*

Mare: *sigh...* What about you, Apple Pippin?

* The one called Apple Pippin grinds his hoof into the cobblestone.*

Apple Pippin: I've already lost an apple field to this beast on the west edge. I didn't trudge all this way with an eye over my shoulder to get turned down, Lune Lark!

* ''The bat-mare must be Lune Lark. She takes a breath before responding.''*

Lune Lark: I'm doing the best I can. But there's—

Stallion 2: Here, too. My living room in pieces, my mother-in-law's leg all gashed... and five chickens dragged off!

Stallion 3: Why hasn't the Adventurer's Guild resolved this yet?

Lune Lark: It's the fall season, ponies. Most of mine have already set off or taken contracts. I'm sorry, but until somepony returns you'll have to find your mercs elsewhere.