User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150404080102


 * Glaive chimes in on the comm channel as he walks.*

[click]

Glaive: "From what I've heard, a severe stomach ache..."

Shimmerspark: Who's that..?

Glaive: A friend.

* Nycto hops in annoyance at Ironworks's less-than-satisfying reaction, but at least his flames didn't seem to harm the smith at all--verily, that strange armor the stallion wears doesn't even bear a scorch mark.

* ''Hmph. Nycto will have the last laugh, thank you very much. With a fwoom, Ironworks's entire head is alight.''*