User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-27161581-20180419161936

''The incredibly thick fog of Trotsylvania might be the answer to that. It would be quite difficult to invade from above, and even navigating so high up is nearly impossible, with no landmarks to orient oneself.''

The servant nods her head.

Servant: "Yes Ma'am, it might not be in style now, but I can have a suit of armor brought up."

''The maid talks quickly to another pony, who scurries off down another cramped hallway, one Flashfire probably won't ever be able to squeeze down. The ponies here are like mice.''

As the cockatrice's talons rake against the frost and ice covering the tips of Inari's tails, the fox slams the poor bird into a thick snowdrift, head first.

''The fox turns towards the invader, and the frost and snow underneath the animal suddenly becomes ice, and slippery as anything. Claws might have a chance here, but hooves?''

''Agent Neighland joins the quickly growing group of pegasus working hard to push away the massive storm. While the clouds are heavy and full, the determined group of ponies works to clear their home.''