User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-5837525-20141230234819

(Decibelle soars through the streets at high-speed, desperate to push all the bloodshed she was passing over out of her mind. Before long, something vaguely resembling Bloodstorm comes into view; he appeared to be holding up another would-be victim by the neck with a tentacle.)

Decibelle: Grassady!

(With a swipe of her wings, Decibelle severs the tentacle with a slice of wind.)

Decibelle: That's enough!

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(The lump in Copper Plume's throat returns, and he gulps again. He stops in place and sets his saddlebags down on the icy floor.)

Copper: I... I-I seek the... sacred weaponsmith of N-Nidavellir...