User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20190328031145


 * Glaive's body lies limp in Goldenheart's aura, and it feels as though a mere squeeze could snuff his life force out. Moraearty narrows his eyes, tightening his grip on the tri-blade.*

Moraearty: "Oh, that's a great shame. I'd have expected more from a pony of your pedigree. Perhaps I'll spare that unicorn Shimmerspark and see what becomes of her magical prowess. Unfortunately, I think the fletcher will continue to outlive her long-term usefulness."

* Kick cracks her fetlocks and looks up from the console.*

Kick: "...Yeah. Got it. Let's clean house."

* Upstairs, Lucid shimmies his way through the window and immediately wrinkles his nose.*

Lucid: "Eugh. Something more than donuts, I'm guessing."