User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150206202855


 * 'Goldfin shudders, nearly dropping the communicator. No, this message is not quite in the realm of her secret phobia, but it is close. Haunted. Cursed. Though Goldfin says nothing, her expression, which grows greener by the second, demonstrates that she is indeed frightened.''


 * Parlys dismounts Fuzzy Wuzzy on a faraway hill with a pre-established canvas and palette.

Parlys: "Yahaha! This is going even better than I anticipated..."


 * Parlys drops the bottle into his hoof and lifts it to his fangless maw.

Parlys: "Skeletal regeneration potion."


 * Parlys takes a sip from the bottle and grins wickedly as his horn and fangs return to him.

Parlys: "Magical restorative."


 * Parlys takes another sip. The potion renews his magic, relieving the decay of several weeks without a drop of love.


 * The diviner then vanishes in a spout of green flames. In his place now stands a hornless Rosebud, a disguise to conceal the return of his power.