User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151122221759


 * The Mare Do Well crawls a few feet away from the door. She painstakingly rises and turns around to face it again. She hoped she could do this without any great risk to whatever or WHOever lay beyond the door, but...


 * Her eyes start to glow a furious white. Magic pools in her horn—hot, ancient magic unlike anything even Silverheart ever used—and her aura shifts from a pale blue to an ambiguous chartreuse. She swings her head back and then brings it down, unleashing a devastating wave of power at the door, either to blow it out of its frame or liquefy it where it stands.