User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-27161581-20160706044238

''The tendrils fall like wheat, one still clutching Strongheart, the entire hall shakes, the organic walls pulsing fouly. Phantomenia carefully fishes Strongheart out of the tentacle's grip, not touching the stuff that caused him so much pain, once she makes  them both intangable she moves to lift Strongheart and carry him away from the main body, as the stumps that were once tendrils wither around.''



Nero: "Did you feel that?"

Shelly: "The ship Sir?"

Nero: "Yeah, We didn't run aground though."

Shelly: "What do you think Sir?"

Nero's lips contort into a snarl.

Nero: "Goldfin."