User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20141209233040


 * Back at HQ, Glaive stands in silence for a moment after the teleporter pad slowly powers down. Then, after glancing at a map of HQ set into the wall, he makes his way to the cavernous training chamber. As the pegasus trots into the brightly lit room, a metallic door slides shut behind him. Glaive looks over a console by the entrance and enters a few commands; the lights dim down and the distant walls and ceiling change their appearance, forming the illusion that the pegasus now stands in a darkened warehouse. After some crates and shelving units have risen from the floor to complete the atmosphere, a dozen hardlight goons step out of the darkness, surrounding Glaive as he makes his way to the center of the warehouse's floor.*

Hardlight gangster: Lost your way, little foal? Wrong playpen. Chuckle...

* The gang attacks.*