User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20150930043009

Goldenheart shield-bashes the lunging creature.

Pestilence walks until she reaches a wal. A garish red stallion lays in the corner of the chamber, snared in golden chains. "Hubby!"

The stallion weakly looks up. He opens his eyes...well his hollow, fire-filled eye sockets. "Pestilence...How are you free?"

Pestilence: "Someone broke the orb!"

The stallion sighs. "Why must you always be so cheerful?"

Pestilence: "Because bringing the downfall of the world always fills with me with joy!"

Alastor: "You don't know the half of it."