User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150511041019


 * Goldfin casts a puzzled look towards Silverheart.

Um... I guess he's trying to say "Pony up," and maybe he has a point. It's quiet, perhaps too quiet, but panicking isn't going to help if Parlys or anything else really is here.

Myasindos: "Even so, that fear is always the same and estimable with one word—oblivion. The dead are afraid of being forgotten or watching their bloodline share their fate, and sooner or later, that fear becomes reality. With time, forests becomes deserts. Kingdoms become myths. Entire races meet extinction."


 * The dragon's skull lowers. If it had lips, it might as well be grinning.

Myasindos: "And when that time comes, fear doesn't even matter anymore. The very memory of those beings is dead."