User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20160908040336


 * The half-blind griffon clenches his claws shut over the coins, a twinkle in his good eye.

Old griffon: "Oh, I know him alright. That dude there is Equestrian Bob—he's the one who works for the railroad zappin' buffalo! Some folks would say he's half the reason why Griffonstone is the dump it is. He showed up one day and sold us that station, said it'd put Griffonstone back on the map, make us all rich like the good old days..."


 * Flashfire quirks her brow, but the elder shows no sign of stopping.

Old griffon: "Lies! Wicked lies! The only thing that rail's been used for is bleeding out what little remains of our culture. I'm not saying we weren't all fools for running with it, but the Duke cheated all of Griffonstone. We sold our birthright for a pittance, and he made a fortune alongside the railroad!"

Flashfire: "The Duke?"

Old griffon: "Aye, the Duke of Doom. That's what his biographer calls him. Might be that he's hoping someone will call him the Duck just so he can shoot 'em down. Don't let his manners fool you. He's a mockery of pony and a traitor to griffon—scum."

Scout captain: "Sssss... You are no brother of oursz! Attack!"


 * The changelings redouble their assault. All twelve of them crash into the barrier at once. A lone changeling cannot repel such force for long.