User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150318154559


 * Golden bows her head to the griffons.

Mind if I pull up a chair?


 * Flashfire applauds a second time, still rather softly so as not to dsturb Nycto.

Flashfire: "I didn't see anything wrong at all. You're wicked good! I thought Obscure Acolyte would have tried sneaking up from behind or something, but the way you handled him, he never had a chance."


 * Archmagus Secthotep sits upright in his chair at the head of the Chamber of Weavers. The other elder magi sit in a ring branching off from his seat.

Secthotep: "Sweep the room. Oursz are not the Queen'sz only eyesz."


 * There is a murmur as a few of the elders scan the walls and ceiling with their horns. One goes around checking under the seats.

Magus 1: "We have detected no magical surveillance, sire. Only we are witnessesz to thisz council."

Secthotep: "You'd best hope so. If Her Grace learnsz of thisz, it will mean one of our headsz. Rest assured it will not be mine."

Magus 2: "But what are we doing that isz so treacherousz? I received my summonsz and heard nothing elsze besidesz."

Secthotep: "For good reason, villain. Lorkhatan and I both perceived a most familiar aura but a few hoursz ago. Whilst observing the Housze of Fangsz, we detected... hisz."

Magus 2: "The traitor'sz? Impossible! He wasz taken by Discord and cast into some hellish maelstrom far, far from here. You-"

Secthotep: "What other changeling possessesz such a horridly fuchsia aura, wretch? It wasz him. Of that I am certain."

Magus 1: "But what doesz thisz mean? Her Grace isz... twitchier than ever. If some trace of the Pale One remainsz, she will annihilate it without hesitation."

Secthotep: "Fufufu... Only if she learnsz of it."