User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151202184650

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Goldfin: "I'm urgent..."


 * The Mare Do Well soon notices that the vines have corrected themselves. She is now a target too. She barely manages to somersault aside as they lash down at her.


 * Unless she can fix her horn, this is hopeless!


 * Finally free from distractions, Parlys turns back towards the town. He notices an explosion of some sort at the Carousel Boutique. Whose doing might that be? Some of those shapes down there look familiar.

Parlys: "If it isn't the Power Ponies... Yahaha... Good. I wanted you worms to see this."


 * Parlys points to the boutique. His eight Carbonwolves race down the hillside.

Parlys: "...Urgh. I'll think of a better name for them later."