User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-24422626-20151201161149


 * Glaive slices a few more writhing vines and leaps to the top of Ponyville Hall. It takes a moment for him to spot what he was looking for.*

[click]

"There he is. Parlys is on a hill due west of town hall."

* ''Discord slumps against the tree trunk, facing Ponyville and hardly caring about the Mare Do Well's silence. Now that reinforcements are almost certainly arriving, perhaps his feeling as sluggish as a sack of potatoes can weigh less on his conscience.''*

Discord: Have we met? I feel like we've met somehow.