User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-24422626-20160412024812


 * Glaive looks on wordlessly, half blinded by the impact of Corus's lightning on Inari's defenses, and inwardly troubled by all that has been transpiring since they started on this Faust-forsaken trek. But this is a whole new level of discomfort. Just who are these two strange leaders, imposing in appearance and unmatched in their magical ability? What lies behind the Mare Do Well's mask, and in the thoughts of that Inari..?

* He shakes his head and approaches the general, checking for breathing, or for some sort of carotid pulse in the yak's vast shaggy neck.*

...I'm unscathed.