User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20160922164319


 * Pix's gaze shifts from Goldfin's ink to the menacing tentacles presently terrorizing the dock workers down the street. She quivers a little and pushes against Kick, who doesn't yield.*

Pix: Y-you don't get it. Do you think I'm bluffing? Let me go, or... or you'll never want to show your face in public again.

* ''As Strongheart treks on, a soft, warm yellow glow makes itself known among the trees and path. He begins to pass small cottages and houses, all built from timber and skillfully decorated with carvings and woodburn upon their faces. The glow is from their windows, alive with the light of covered candles or magic within. Surprisingly, only a hoofful of ponies and griffons peek out to spy their newest visitor.''

* ''The path ahead begins to widen. The same yellow lights glow in the distance, housed in structures stretching higher than these small houses; bridges stretch between shelters perched in ancient, gnarled branches, and some many-windowed towers seem carved into the massive trunks themselves.''

* ''There is a sort of gateway ahead, between Strongheart and the settlement proper. Towers of wood with studding of stone flank it, and the arch between them bears a huge carved sign: Hollow Shades.''*

Glaive: Inari. She's leading the party that will return to the Badlands.