User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151124212805

Golden Age: "Oh."


 * She forlornly snuggles her head deeper into her pillow.

Golden Age: "Never mind then."

Parlys: "Hmmm.... Nuts to them! Goodbye!"


 * His horn glows its sinister magenta. The trio of glowing seeds rises and begins to circle around his head.

Parlys: "Fly free, my children! Take root and rise! Make sprawling vines, and beautiful wreaths, and flowers fit for a transient world's funeral!"


 * The seeds spin faster and faster around the villain's horn.

Parlys: "Fly through Equestria—to Ponyville, Appleloosa, and the Crystal Empire—from the Mysterious South to the Frozen North!... It is time to paint a new kingdom! Yahaha!"


 * The pale changeling's horn flashes bright, and the seeds halt their orbit. They suddenly rocket upward and burst through the ceiling of the cave, taking off towards their respective destinations. It has begun.