User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20160927044811


 * Thus, Goldfin's and Blue's tattoos begin to tingle and crawl. The ugly letters on Goldfin's face and neck peel away over the course of several minutes as the nanobots wriggle free—one at a time, leaving the familiar redness behind.

* ''Blue's bite wound clears more painfully, as the ink has been injected with fangs. Like tiny, tiny spiders, these bots crawl out of their two holes like parasites out of their host, taking a small amount of blood with them. This measure joins the pile in the corner.''*

* Glaive sips his orange juice and smiles too.*

Glaive: Likewise. Get well soon.

* ''Honor turns her emerald eyes down as she considers what Strongheart has said. Shimmerspark gives her teacher an encouraging tap on the fetlock.''

* The fletcher looks up again.*

Honor: ...Then I will do my best. Perhaps I can be of help... since the Guild seems so short on fellows who would willingly go after a clawback.

* ''Nodding to herself—perhaps to convince herself—Honor secures a quiver at her side and a dagger at one of her leather vambraces. She chooses twenty arrows with a variety of heads and lifts a recurve bow from behind the counter. Finally, donning a green cowl, she unwittingly completes the Robin Hoof look.''*

Honor: ...Oh. Should we meet the mage before we go?