User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150716172602

Achlys teleports a few feet backwards."We can't touch him, and if he touches us we die. This is a tricky one..."

She draws her butterfly knife. She looks at the blade. Etched in the handle is the Latin phrase. Tenebris cultrum: Darkness knife. She hurls the black blade at the Captain in desperation.

Strongheart follows Star-Lord katanas at the ready.

OA: "Fears do not just pass. They stay with us always. We may think that we have put them behind us, and they will no longer haunt us. That is a misconception, fear is forever. Bravery easily crumbles and hope is snuffed, but fear is constant, dwelling in the terrible, twisted, darkest places of your mind."

Acolyte looks at a crystal ball, half buried in the sand. It shows his daughter fighting the hopeless battle against Capt. Death-Stalker. "I fear my daughter needs to learn this...Or her life will burn bright, but short. She may not fear death, or any force, creature, or anything on this Earth, but she does fear something...She fears herself, she doubts herself. She thinks that she isn't good enough. This leads her to do rash things, like facing Davy Jones on his very own ship...She's fighting a reaper in a graveyard...I should prepare to bring her here, she might live another ten minutes at the most."