User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20160929194803


 * There, before Captain Orbit, stands the so-called Duke of Doom himself, a peacemaker smoking in his claws under the late afternoon sun. To the side is a quintet of burly stallions, also looking outright hostile.


 * Bob's red eyes flick back and forth between the two heroes from under his black ten-gallon.

Equestrian Bob: "Any pretense? Oh, no no no. I am not one to wish ill upon my fellow citizen. So, in the spirit of fellowship, I extend to you a heartfelt offer: Go home to Maretropolis, and we can yet be friends."


 * Red Corundum starts to sidle away, only to be cut off by Flashfire.

Parlys: "Ah, workshop-sweet-workshop."


 * He bows low to Princess Amore's remains.