User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150413022459

Well, I still haven't seen this collar I'm supposed to wear, but I've been working on that public statement I'm going to give. Here's what I've got...


 * Goldfin rattles off something atrocious. It sounds like the kind of insipid speech a contestant in a beauty pageant would give—something about justice and protecting orphans—but at the same time it also sounds like an attempt to talk the audience into a watery grave. Part of it is cloyingly honeyed, and the rest is laced with dark oceanic images.

...and so I accept my gracious reprieve with the knowledge that I still have a responsibility to, um... drown the flames of evil and keep Maretropolis... afloat.

So, how was that?