User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150504053437


 * Discord's hand rejoins with its owner, who is slouching on Twilight's throne.*

Discord: Yes, of course, Blackthrone. Let's be off. Goodbye, my little ponies!

* ''After bouncing the captive magus like a yo-yo a few times, Discord snaps his talons. He, the magus, and Blackthorn are gone from the throne room--they are whisked all the way back to King Aspen's gates.''

* Meanwhile, Glaive looks toward the exit.*

Glaive: You're heading to the bar, Ironworks?