User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-24422626-20151130045037


 * Discord's teary eyes go wide. Unable to fully dodge, he ducks awkwardly, and the attack blackens his antler and horn.*

Discord: Son of a blee blob!

* Tearing a flagpole from the hall's roof, Discord hurls a newly formed javelin at Parlys and attempts to reach Ironworks telepathically.*

"IRONWOOORKS!"