User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-7345250-20160808045543


 * The strange griffon finishes his folding. The cloth now sits upon his claw in the vaguely recognizable form of a tattered mask.

The Duke: "It is the, shall we say, signature reek of a mature buck goat."


 * He turns over the mask.

The Duke: "Note the spacious opening for the horns. Power Pony, what do you know of goat crime, be it on the train or off?"

Flashfire: "No, I mean- Oh, that is not okay!"


 * She focuses upon the glass shard and heats it from afar. In the blink of an eye, it is too hot to hold.