User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20190506034537


 * Long-Face casts a glance at Dollpony, who has apparently bade her minions to roll in the morass like pigs. A dozen hideous but impeccably camouflaged swamp-things is the result.*

Long-Face: "Mm. This is none other than Ventri Bramble, though her enemies know her only the Dollpony. One of the most gifted magical animators in this corner of Equestria, which I will admit I am fortunate for."

* ''The Pegasus shakes his stuffed-canvas limb. The gathered dolls utter a collective, gurgly...''*

Dolls: "Hey."

Long-Face: "She also ditched a rival circus to supply the Phony Pharaoh with mummies, so we have been acquainted for some time. Phetlock never liked to admit that half of his dessicated deviants were all salt and no pony."

* ''The Butler blinks again. He beholds the portraits and smiles lightly.''*

Butler: "Remarkable. But you will be fixing those at once, I'm sure..?"

* ''Inari's precise response to his private thoughts doesn't surprise Glaive too much, though it still disorients him as ever. Or maybe she just read his body language. Either way, he heads for the designated platform.''*

Glaive: "You spend a lot of time in northern Equestria, then? How do you like it there?"